When I wake up next, Wanda is still there. Or maybe she's there again. She's glowing red again. She must be worried about me to leave her powers unchecked like this for this long.
"You look like death," I whisper.
Her hair is unbrushed, her makeup is a mess and it looks like she hasn't changed clothes since we stopped the weapons deal. Or, rather, since they stopped the weapons deal. I didn't do a whole lot.
Wanda, however, was amazing. Before I passed out, I saw her blowing up a dust storm. That'll be why her jacket is so dirty.
"You don't look too great either," she replies.
"Great," I groan, "At least tell me my hair is fine."
She laughs and whacks me.
At that moment, the door opens and Clint walks in.
"Do you know you're glowing?" he says to Wanda.
She pauses, then looks down at herself. The red glow intensifies slightly as she gazes at it, slightly mesmerized by its pulsing.
"Dammit," she mutters, "I'll be right back."
She hurries out of the room, and Clint takes her place on the bed.
"You scared us for a second back there," he says.
"I'm fine," I assure him.
"You got shot."
"Only a couple of times. It's not that bad!"
"Not that bad?! People have died from less!"
"Awww, were you worried?" I smirk.
He sighs, all the tension leaving his face. Instead, he just looks old. "Yes. Yes, I was. Not as worried as Laura, though. She's baked about two thousand get well soon cookies."
I chuckle, "Bet the house smells great."
He laughs too. "Yeah. It does."
Wanda comes back in. The glow is gone, replaced by a plate of delicious-looking chocolate cookies. I recognize them as the same ones Laura made when Wanda moved to the facility.
She dumps them down on the bed, saying, "Laura says she's sorry she can't come, but she need to put Nate to sleep."
She takes a cookie, then shoves a whole one into my mouth.
"Thank you," I mumble around it, so it sounds more like, "Mmmk ooo."
She giggles slightly.
"How are you doing?" Clint asks Wanda, hugging her.
"Not bad," she shrugs after swallowing her bite of cookie, "There's not as much open space as at the farm, and a lot less people, but it's still great."
"Good. And they're treating you okay? Nat's not an absolute pain?"
"No, Nat's great. Everyone's great."
"Good."
"You can stop worrying about us, Old Man," I roll my eyes.
"We are technically adults," Wanda adds.
"Do you think I'll stop worrying about Cooper when he goes out into the world?" he counters.
"No, no," I concede.
"That's a good point," Wanda agrees.
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Two New Bartons (completed)
FanficWhat 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...
