The bomb went off, but didn't cause nearly as much damage as it would've if Wanda hadn't contained it.

Clint held Natasha back as she fought to get to the building. Sam and someone else screamed. The likelihood of surviving a blast like that were slim, even for an Avenger.

Natasha was still trying to process what she had just seen.

Wanda running. Into the building. Bomb.

Now the building was collapsed. With Wanda inside.

There was no doubt that Wanda had taken the brunt of the blast, Natasha knew that. She and Clint abandoned any other tasks and ran towards the rubble, desperately trying to find Wanda underneath. Natasha felt tears prick at her eyes. This girl was really, really stupid…but now wasn't the time for that. She had to find her Little Witch first.

She felt guilty. This was her fault. It wasn't like Natasha to get attached to people, but she saw so much of herself in Wanda, she couldn't help it. Over the past month, she had done her best to keep an eye on the girl, worried about Wanda slipping in to any of Natasha's own old coping habits. The team was throughly confused, only Clint knew that Natasha had a caring side, the Red Room had tried to suppress that part of her a long time ago.

The Red Room had also taken Natasha's ability to have children, and up until now, she'd had no interest in having a child anyway. Wanda had changed that.

Natasha was supposed to be taking care of Wanda…and now they were digging through rubble to hopefully find a body.

She'd really fucked up this time.

"Wanda? WANDA?!" Natasha yelled, scraping through rubble, Clint doing the same next to her. The rest of the team was securing the perimeter and helping civilians.

It took a few minutes of digging before Natasha heard a whimper from underneath the fallen concrete. She frantically dashed over to where she heard it from, only to find none other than Wanda, pinned under a large block of concrete, only her head visible.

Natasha could already see the damage.

The girls face was coated with blood coming from a deep head wound that was continuously pouring blood. Red was everywhere, and Natasha was not referring to her powers. Blood trailed from Wanda's nose, mouth and even ears, patches of her grey, pale face visible underneath. She was barely breathing, her breaths coming out as thready, wheezy gasps.

"Wanda…." Natasha breathed.

Natasha slapped her hand to her mouth in shock. This was bad, and she couldn't even see the full extent of the injuries.

"I need a Med Team NOW! Little Witch is in really bad shape. Have Cho ready." Natasha said in to her comms as Clint ran over to help pull the concrete off the girl. Just before they did, Wanda's eyes fluttered open, revealing scared and misty blue eyes, and pupils that were scarily uneven.

Head injury. Possible TBI.

"Hey, hey Wanda. It's ok kiddo." Natasha said, watching as Wanda's pain filled eyes adjusted to the world around her.

"T-Tassssha?" Wanda slurred, her voice wheezy and blood coming up rather than air. Her entire body hurt, and everything was blurry, but she could still see an unmissable head of red hair above her, and concern-filled green eyes bare in to her soul. "It-hurtssss."

Clint was still trying to get the large piece of concrete off of the rest of Wanda's body. Natasha smiled sadly, gently placing her hand on Wanda's forehead and pushing back the hair that stuck to her blood coated forehead, avoiding the large gash. "I know, sweetheart. You're gonna be ok, we're getting you out now. You were so brave, Little Witch. You saved a lot of people."

Wanda pursed her bloodied lips, talking was becoming increasingly harder. "I-"m s-s-sssorry." Wanda hiccuped.

Natasha shook her head. "Now's not the time for that. Clint's gonna get this concrete off you, and then I'm going to get you checked out, alright?" Natasha said, her voice threatening to break.

"I-I'm t-ttired Tasshhhha." Wanda slurred, tears slipping down her cheeks from the pain. Her eyes started to flutter closed, her injuries becoming more severe by the minute.

"I know little one, I know, you stay with me, alright? Keep your eyes open." Natasha said, her voice firmer now, she could see Wanda was drifting off. Clint hauled the concrete off of Wanda, and the sight underneath was even worse than they had anticipated. Natasha paled. "Oh Wanda…"

The most noticeable injury was Wanda's arm. It was covered in grime and burns, but Natasha knew arms weren't supposed to look how Wanda's did. The limb was horribly deformed and bruised. No wonder the girl was in so much pain. Sharp pieces of concrete had imbedded themselves in the girls abdomen, making the area slick with blood. Bruises and burns were littered over Wanda's body, and Natasha knew there would be internal bleeding too.

"Is-is it b-ad?" Wanda choked out, causing her to start coughing violently, the action sending pain radiating throughout her body. She groaned and let more tears fall, moving her uninjured hand to cover the wound on her stomach.

"No малышка, it's okay, you're okay. The Medical team are almost here, alright? Keep those eyes open for me sweetheart. Don't try to talk anymore, alright?" Natasha said, brushing some hair away from the wounds on the little witch's forehead. Wanda tried to blink something of a yes, but she could feel the pain fading…that wasn't supposed to happen.

Wanda reached her uninjured hand out weakly to Natasha. A small blood covered hand met a warm, larger blood covered hand, both gripping on to each other. Wanda felt her lungs fighting to get air in now, and she couldn't help but start to give in to the pull of unconsciousness.

Natasha realised and frantically looked for the medical team, who were now making their way towards them. She ignored all her medical training and slid her arms under Wanda, gently supporting the girls fractured arm and hoisted her up in to her arms.

Consciousness was not the best word to describe Wanda's state, because everything was muffled and blurry, she'd fade off before a sharping pain would wake her up. She felt warm arms pick her arm and mumble something to her.

Natasha practically ran over to the medical team, who appeared with a guerny. The Black Widow gently lay the girl on the stretcher, keeping her hand wrapped around Wanda's tightly. The medical team sprang in to action, hooking her up to IVs as they ran to the Jet. Natasha ignored the other Avengers, as she ran alongside the stretcher.

They made it to the jet and the medical team started hooking Wanda up to monitors, machines, wires, tubes. They slipped an oxygen mask over her face and a cervical collar around her neck, to keep her head immobilised. Someone flashed a light in Wanda's eyes.

'We've got a possible brain bleed!'

'GCS 5'

'BP is tanking'

'SATs 80%'

Wanda started to wake a bit, and started to cry again, she started mumbling. "Tasha….wheres…Tashha?"

"I'm right here Wanda, it's okay sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere." Natasha said, squeezing the girls hand.

Wanda was about to say something else when her bloodshot eyes rolled back in her head and she started seizing.

'She's seizing! Roll her on three.'

Natasha watched in horror as Wanda jerked and convulsed violently on the stretcher, doctors trying to immobilise her to stop her from worsening her injuries. Someone came up behind her a placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned round to see Clint, who silently pulled her in to a hug before guiding her away from Wanda, to let the Doctors work.

The pair watched as Wanda stopped seizing, and they had to intubate her, to preserve her airway. The doctors managed to stabilise her within the next few minutes and Natasha breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little Witch is so grounded after this." Natasha sniffed, wiping her tears away embarrassed. She wasn't used to emotions like these.

"Oh yes. Grounded for life." Clint laughed a little.