I'm not comfortable with trusting Barton this easily, but Wanda's the boss. Her judgment has always been almost flawless, even before Strucker gave her those mind-reading abilities. If she trusts this man, I suppose I should to.
When the lifeboat lands on what Barton calls the helicarrier and he leads us off, a big man in an eye-patch approaches and says, "Barton!"
"Director Fury," Barton replies.
"Agent Romanoff wants to speak with the girl in the control room."
I glance at Wanda. This cannot be good.
"Stay close," I think to her. She steps a little closer to my side and I grab her hand.
"We'll be right there, sir," Barton nods.
"And then I would like to speak with both of them in my office," Director Fury adds, "Alone."
"And if we don't want to speak to you?" I ask.
"You don't have that option."
"I thought as much," Wanda says, tightening her grip on my hand nervously.
We follow Barton into and through the interior of the helicarrier to a room full of monitors. It's completely empty apart from Romanoff, who's standing in front of the big window at the front of the room, staring out at the sky, now empty of falling Sokovia bits.
When we walk in, she spins around and marches over, her face a picture of fury.
I step in front of Wanda. I know she hates me being protective of her, but I can't help it. Ever since the shells dropped and I had to take care of her on my own, it's been hammered into me to keep her safe. She doesn't comment.
"Nat," Barton says, stepping between us and Romanoff, "What is it?"
"I tried to tell Hulk to come back. He turned off his monitor," she says, clearly trying to keep her voice level. It wobbles ever so slightly anyway, "He's not coming back."
Barton doesn't react, and I don't know if it's because he's shocked, or angry, or what.
"What does this have to do with my sister?" I ask, trying to get control of the situation.
"You think it's my fault," Wanda says quietly, moving to stand next to me instead of behind me.
"No, I know it's your fault," Romanoff growls, stepping around Barton, who still seems unable to move, "If you had just left well enough alone, Bruce might be here right now! Instead, he's who-knows-where, hulked-out and alone!"
Barton comes to life, "Nat. Natasha!"
Romanoff doesn't react, just reaches out to grab Wanda's arm. My instincts take over and the world slows down as I grab her arm, spin her around and throw her across the room. The look of surprise on her face is almost comical.
"You leave my sister alone," I growl.
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Two New Bartons (completed)
FanfictionWhat if Pietro never died? They've lost their parents. They've lost their country. At least they still have each other. And their new family. Now, all they need to do is get a hang of being the two new Bartons. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS...
