Control (Avengers Fan Fiction)

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Scarlett boarded the jet just behind Bucky and Natasha. After she found him inside the facility, they both ran into Natasha. Most of the Avengers were sitting around in their chairs, but Pietro was laying across the floor.

"Why is he on the floor?" Scarlett asked.

"We don't have anywhere else for him to go." Tony answered with a sigh.

"Is he going to be okay?" Scarlett moved to kneel down next to him.

"We've managed to stop the bleeding, but Banner's not really feeling up to that sort of thing." Steve nodded in the doctor's direction. He was sitting on the floor with headphones over his ears and his eyes closed. Scarlett's gaze flickered back to Pietro.

"There she is!" Clint watched as Wanda boarded the jet with Vision right behind her. The Witch was angry about something. Scarlett started to stand up but Wanda thrust her hand out in the assassin's direction. Scarlett was thrown back into one of the walls of the jet.

"Son of a bitch!" She hissed. Natasha stood from her seat and moved to help Scarlett, but she wasn't having it. "I don't need your help!"

"What did you do to him?" Wanda's voice was low as she knelt down by her brother.

"I didn't do shit." Scarlett got to her feet. She stayed on the opposite side of the jet from the Witch.

"He's going to be okay, Wanda." Steve shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He was on his feet the second Wanda had thrown Scarlett across the room.

"He better be." Wanda's dark gaze flickered up to glare at Scarlett.

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Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed in her room within Tony's Malibu mansion. She was braiding her dark hair over her shoulder, her eyes gliding around the room. It was a large white room with a wall of glass that overlooked the ocean. A huge bed with white and navy blue bedding rested against the wall across from the door. There was an attached bathroom and a huge flat screen tv mounted on the wall just across from the bed. There was a door with a massive but empty walk in closet.

She pushed the first-aid kit on the bed away from herself. She was thankful that Natasha had given her the kit and left without offering to help. Scarlett preferred to patch herself up.

A knock on the door tore her attention away from her own thoughts. The door cracked open and Natasha stepped in.

"I just wanted to tell you Pietro's awake downstairs, if you'd like to see him."

Scarlett said nothing for a long while as she held her mother's gaze.

"Aren't you going to ask me about why I left?" She spoke quietly. Natasha shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"I was, but I was going to wait until a little later." She stepped into the room and closed the door. "Barnes says you left because you didn't want to be made prisoner." Scarlett's gaze flickered over to window-wall as she continued to braid her long hair. "Scarlett, you were never going to be made into a prisoner. I wouldn't allow it and Hill would never have done such a thing. We were planning on bringing you here where no one could hurt you and you.... you wouldn't be a threat to anyone."

"But I am." Scarlett stood to her feet. "I am a threat to anyone I come across. To you, to Barnes, to every other person in this damned house! Why can't you see that?"

"Because I know you can be good." Natasha smiled softly. "You did your best before and what happened to those agents, that wasn't your fault. You did what you had to in order to survive. I understand that."