Two New Bartons (completed)

Nat's disgrace - Pietro

Once I'm certain Wanda isn't hurt, I help her to her feet, ignoring Stark, hoist her onto my shoulders and, once I've got balance back, I speed her away from the scene. I was meant to take Fury away, but Wanda just fell from a vent, and I'm not sure I'd be able to carry Fury anywhere anyway. I completely miscalculated the me to him size ratio when I agreed to get him to the living room. 

We reach the living room and Nat jumps up from the floor, but she sits down again when she sees it's just us.

"Where's Fury?" she demands.

"Probably telling Stark off," I pant, putting my sister down.

"More like hopefully," Wanda corrects me, and I laugh.

Ten seconds later, Fury walks in, trailing Vis, who is carrying Clint and Tony and dragging the machine behind him.

"Where are the others?" he asks. 

I don't ask how he knows the others changed, or event hat there are others at the facility. He's Nick Fury. 

Nick Fury knows all. 

Nick Fury sees all. 

...Like Santa Claus.

"Pietro, go get the others," Vis tells me, putting Clint and Tony down.

While Clint hurries over to check Wanda thoroughly, I run out of the room and to the lab.

I slow just long enough to say, "You're needed in the living room!" before running back to make sure Fury doesn't dissect my sister to find the origin of her powers. You can never be sure with these know-all, see-all government types.

When the others finally turn up, Fury says, "Do I need to ask who is responsible for this?"

Every finger points to Stark. Almost every finger, I notice. Loki is hiding behind Wanda, trying to look small - well, smaller. He probably has some history with Fury. 

"Well, can you fix it?" Fury demands.

"Yeah, of course," Stark rolls his eyes, "I always can, can't I?"

"Then get to it."

I'm disappointed that Fury didn't tell him off, but maybe that'll come later. Who knows.

A foul smell fills the room, and, for the first time probably in his life, a look of fear crosses over Fury's face as he sighed, "Who was that?"

With a look of horror on her face, Nat steps forward. Every jaw in the room drops.

Fury looks speechless, probably another first.

Nat just walks straight out of the room, grabbing Vis' leg as she passes him. 

There's a moment of silence, and then Sam bursts out laughing.

"I can still hear you!" Nat yells from outside. Sam shuts up instantly.

When they get back, Sam is hiding behind Cap, but Nat walks right up to him and drags him out by the ear. I think she's upset, because, once he's on the floor, she pulls out a gun and points it at his face.

I expect Fury to grab her and pull her away, but he just watches, mildly interested. 

"Is something funny?" Nat asks in a dangerously low voice. 

I take a step back, along with most of the others.

"N- no," Sam stammers, his voice strangely high pitched, "N- nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Y- yes. Yes, yes, yes, very sure."

The gun moves closer to Sam's face. He goes cross-eyed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he yells, "Please don't kill me!"

She stands still as a statue, staring him down. Sam closes his eyes, clearly convinced she's going to shoot him. I don't blame him. It looks like that's where this is heading. 

I glance again at Fury, but he doesn't move to stop her. 

We have to do something, I think to Wanda.

No, wait, she thinks back.

I follow her gaze to Nat. I notice something in her eyes. Or, rather, I notice something's missing. I remember all the times people tried to kill us. They all had the same look in their eyes. Nat doesn't have that look now. She's not going to kill Sam.

Just as I reach this conclusion, she stands back, putting the gun away.

"Done!" Stark calls out triumphantly.

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