A-Force Assemble

ScarletWidow - Coming back straight to you

Warnings: anorexia, suicidal thoughts
Requested by angelic_red_ Luna on Instagram. Enjoy ;)
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« Wanda please, come out... »

« Go away Clint! » a muffled response comes from the other side of the door.

Clint sighs. He didn't expect anything else but it is still raging. It's been three months already, three months since Natasha died, since she jumped off that damn cliff, since she left them, left him, left Wanda. And it shows no sign of improvement. Not that he blames Wanda, each time he thinks about Natasha, his chest is ripped in two. He lost his best friend but Wanda lost a lot more. She lost her confidant, her lover, her girlfriend, her better half, her soul. She lost the only person she dared to get attached to after losing Pietro.

The first night after defeating Thanos, Clint brought Wanda to the farm, hoping that the children and the familiar environment would bring a sense of comfort. But he found her crying in the middle of the night, clinging desperately on her left earring, the special one Nat got her on their first anniversary. The earring is actually a tracker and a communication device. To contact Natasha, she has to pinch it twice and it immediately alerts Natasha, who was wearing the exact same one. Wanda was tugging on it so hard she actually made herself bleed and Clint decided to simply confiscate it. She fought him for this before breaking down and locked herself in her room.

In three months, he has seen Wanda lose weight, he has seen her cry, all life gone from her eyes. She only comes out of her room when Morgan visits (she can't deny the little girl anything although she broke down again when Morgan asked her if she was Auntie Nat's Wanda). The rest of her time, she spends it starring at the ceiling, too tired to cry, too afraid to sleep. She knows that if she closes her eyes, Natasha will haunt her dreams and she isn't ready to see her again and wake up to an empty, cold bed. So she stays awake, only sleeping when she faints. Concerning food, it isn't better. Nothing has taste, water burns her throat. She started skipping breakfast, then lunch. Eating takes too much energy anyway.

And now even Pietro wouldn't recognize her. Her dark circles are getting longer every day under her eyes. She doesn't fit in any of her clothes, all too big. For it matters, she stays all day long wearing Natasha's clothes, her hoodies to be precise. Her bones stand out, protruding, painful against her skin, and her muscles protest with every movement. So she stays in bed, where she can let herself mourn, where she can stay trapped in her head as long as she wants.

« Wanda, please, she wouldn't want- » Clint tries again.

« SHE ISN'T HERE! STOP TALKING FOR HER, SHE IS DEAD! » Wanda explodes.

« It can't go on Wanda. You're going to die if you don't act! »

« Great! The sooner it happens, the sooner I can see her again. I am looking forward to it. »

« Have you thought about Morgan? She already lost her father and her aunt. Are you going to let her mourn you too? »

Clint knows it's a low blow, but he is desperate too at this point and doesn't care about not playing fair if it means he can have an impact on the young woman. He hears her gasping on the other side and he gets ready for what's coming. Two seconds later, the door is slammed open and a furious Wanda throws herself at him and hits him in the jaw. It's too weak to really hurt and if he really wanted to, Clint could have blocked it easily. But he lets Wanda punch him over and over again, letting her anger out.

« HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU CLINT? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THIS, NO RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT HER, NO RIGHT TO USE MORGAN AS A TRIGGER! »

She is still punching his chest but it's weaker now, her body shaking with tears and when Clint grabs her wrists (his heart breaks when he feels more her bones than everything else), she doesn't try to pull away. On the contrary, she crawls against his chest and he doesn't wait a second before pulling her into a tight embrace. They slip to the floor, the young woman curling up in Clint's arms. They stay here until Wanda's sobs fade away, until she falls in a deep restless sleep. Still stroking her hair, Clint picks her up and lays her on her bed before pulling the covers over her fragile body. If only he could make her happy again. He would do anything just to see her smile again. She has become family over the years since Ultron and her entry into the team. She was so happy before everything, before Thanos... Being with Natasha had brought a smile back on her face even after Pietro's death and now, after being « dead » for five years, she can't even have her happy ending. Everyone has their family back, but Wanda, Wanda is the one losing in the end.