Our New Family (Stucky)

Chapter Eighteen

Wanda woke up from her dreamless sleep in a semi-comfortable bed. The room was really bright. She was lost in confused thought for a minute before realizing that she was in a hospital. Her body ached slightly, but it wasn't terrible.

She felt a hand stroke her hair. She looked over, and a smile graced her lips. "Ocko!"

"Hi, doll." Bucky smiled at her. "How you feeling?"

"A little sore."

"Yeah, you took a pretty nasty beating." He cringed.

Wanda was confused. She didn't remember it being that bad. Yes, it hurt a lot, but the beating itself wasn't any worse than was usual.

Bucky noticed her face. "Don't worry about it, darling. You're safe. And you did so good. The police were on it thanks to you. They found out that your dear old orphanage had a LOT of issues. They're shutting it down."

"What about the other kids?"

"They're going to foster homes and will be closely monitored until the orphanage can be restaffed. They'll be as safe as you."

"Except for bombs."

"Well, yeah. But they're far safer than they were, thanks to you. And honey, we made sure that they kept your underwear on when they changed you into that gown. We knew that you'd feel safer."

"I do. Thank you."

"I'm sorry that happened."

"It could've been worse. And besides, it was my breaking point. I never would have called the police it told anyone if it hadn't happened. So, I guess in a way, it was a good thing."

"I guess, but it still shouldn't have happened."

Wanda nodded. "How long do I have to be here?"

"Just until a doctor comes in. He'll check you over again and give you the good to go. Then we can swing by and see Pietro."

"Does he know about this?"

"Yes, Steve told him. He's actually with him right now. Says Pietro's worried as all heck about you and that your brother dearest wants to make sure that you're ok face-to-face."

Wanda smiled. "He's always been overprotective."

"He's a good brother, is what he is."

The doctor came in. "Good to see you awake, Miss Maximoff! Now, I'm going to inform you of your injuries now, ok? Ok. There was not any bleeding, internal or external. You receive d some mild cuts that had already scanned over by the time you arrived. The only issues you might encounter is the bruising and a few pulled muscles in you chest and legs. You might be a little sore between your legs for a couple of days, but again, it's just a little bit of bruising, nothing severe.

"Ice packs should help if you find anything uncomfortable. You should feel perfectly back to normal physically in a month or so. But you should arrange for your pediatrician to check up on you every other week for about a month and a half."

Bucky nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. I'm just glad your daughter is in such excellent health. This could easily have been much worse."

Bucky nodded.

"She's good to go. Just check her out at the desk."

Bucky nodded again and the doctor left the room. He helped Wanda back into her skirt, and a shirt that she didn't recognize.

"You weren't wearing your shirt when you came back," He explained. "Steve made sure to get you one."

"I guess I chose a great day to wear a sports bra," Wanda muttered. On her haste to just get the heck out of that room, she hadn't even thought about her shirt. Suddenly her face contorted to a look of disgust. "Sh*t, did you grab my pads? I definitely need a new one."

Bucky handed her her mini backpack. "The bathroom is right over there, doll."

"Thank you, Ocko!"

"No problem." He kissed her forehead.

A couple minutes later, Wanda left the bathroom. She had touched up her makeup and fixed her hair. "Ready!"

Bucky checked her out and they headed onwards to Pietro's room. The brother in question looked relieved to see his sister. "WANDA! Are you ok?!"

"I'm fine, Pietro." She smiled, but it was fake. She didn't feel fine. Everything hurt, and she still felt dirty. But she didn't feel like admitting that to her dads just yet.

Pietro looked at her in disbelief. "Hey, Steve-o! You said something about grabbing lunch? Can you hurry up with that? I'm starving." Her gave Steve an innocent look.

Steve sighed. "You're always hungry, aren't you?"

"I'm a teenage boy with a crazy fast metabolism. So, yes, I am always hungry. Now, can you two hurry up with the food? I can watch Wanda! Please? I'm starving, I did technically get killed saving some lives. So, you should be very proud of me! Food would be an awesome way to show that!" He batted his eyes.

Bucky laughed. "What the heck are we going to do with you? Fine, we'll go. We'll be back in a minute. Here's Steve's phone, don't play with it."

Pietro nodded hurriedly.

Steve and Bucky left the room, and Pietro turned his attention to his sister. "How are you really feeling, Sis?"

"Like sh*t."

"Now, that's what I expected. I heard that a**hole touched you?"

Wanda nodded sadly. "I feel gross whenever I think about it. I wanna take a bath and scrub myself down with soap. But I can't, unless I want a UTI or something."

Pietro sighed. "My shower is open if you want to hop in for a minute. It's not like I'm gonna just take a stroll in there right now. I wasn't lying when I said I was hungry. I want to eat as soon as the food arrives."

"Thanks, Pietro."

"No problem."

Wanda slipped into the bathroom and showered off. She felt better when she came out. Still not normal, though.

Steve and Bucky had gotten back with the food. She got hers and ate it, snuggling next to Pietro. They hung out and talked and watched tv for hours until visitation was over.

Wanda had fallen asleep, and Steve had to pick her up and carry her to the car. He buckled her in, and climbed into the drivers seat. He headed back to the hotel, Wanda sleeping in the backseat and Bucky and Pietro at the hospital. Pietro was still stuck there for a few more days. Then they'd be in Sokovia for another week, and then they'd head home.

Steve was eager to get back to the good ol' US of A where he actually spoke the national language and didn't have to have his nervous daughter or smirking son translate for him. He pulled up in front of the hotel, carrying Wanda to bed, before crashing himself.