Wanda stood staring out into the distance, her vision blurred by the constant pool of tears in her eyes. She had sobbed and shouted, screamed and raged, but now her grief presented itself in a persistent flow of salty tears that rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her shirt. A constant push and pull of misery, like the tide. Some waves seemed to engulf her to the point where she couldn't breath, even when she was standing in the fresh air.

Wanda tensed as she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She had assumed everyone had gone home. To their family, something Wanda no longer had, something she felt she didn't deserve. She had failed to save her parents, then her brother and now Vision, one of the only people who hadn't feared her powers. As well as the Lagos incident where thousands had died at her hands.

What good would she do as an Avenger if she couldn't save anyone?

"Hey."

Wanda didn't bother trying to wipe away her tears as she turned to face whoever had spoken.

"Nat?"

"You didn't think I'd leave without you, did you?" Natasha spoke softly and Wanda searched her for the look of pity she had become accustomed to, instead she found something else, understanding.

It was then Wanda realised that Natasha had lost just as much as herself, if not more. Not to forget that she grew up being manipulated, tortured and forced to kill by the red room, which Wanda knew still haunted her.

"I figured you had somewhere to be." Wanda said, casting her gaze to the ground and kicking slightly at the dirt like an anxious child.

"Wand, I don't even have a proper house," She laughed slightly and Wanda met her eyes to see them just as teary as her own.

"You- you don't?"

"Nope," a tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away, "after the, after the snap I just stayed in the compound, before that I never had a constant place, between SHIELD missions and being on the run."

"Was anyone else with you? At the compound I mean." Wanda asked, concern evident in her tone.

Another two tears fell from her eyes. "No, Steve would visit, but he had managed to get a flat. So had Bruce, Tony was living with Pepper, Thor went back to Asgard and Clint…"

Wanda nodded, she knew what had happened with Clint, and she knew the effects it had had on Natasha. The redhead had been left in charge with half of the population missing and the rest in complete chaos. And then her best friend went on a murder spree. Anyone else would have collapsed under that pressure.

Natasha cleared her throat, effectively bringing Wanda back to the present.

"What about you? Do you have anywhere to go?" Natasha asked.

"No, not a house anyway." Wanda said, mentally bracing herself as another wave of sadness threatened to drown her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. An unspoken question hanging in the air between the two teary eyed girls.

Wanda shifted her stance slightly and felt the paper in her pocket shift. She bit down on her lip to suppress her tears, which only resulted in a strangled sob escaping her lips.

She felt the very corners of her lips turn down and knew all hope of fighting her tears was lost, her crying went from small sobs to loud ugly crying. She barely registered Natasha guiding her gently to the bench and wrapping Wanda in a warm hug as she let herself cry again.

They sat like that for a while, Natasha whispering comforting nonsense to Wanda until her sobs calmed into small hiccups.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Natasha asked, voice barely above a whisper.

In response Wanda reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. She handed the paper to Natasha before dissolving into tears again.

Natasha unfolded the paper warily and her heart broke for the young girl next to her as she took in the print. Building plans. Oh god.

Her eyes then fell on the neat words written in red: to grow old in V.

Poor Wanda.

"Oh, Wanda, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Natasha asked sympathy filling her voice.

"You weren't there to tell." Natasha noted how Wanda's accent had returned in her distress.

"Wanda, I will. always be there for you. You can contact me whenever. You have the number for my personal phone right?"

"Yeah, but I don't have a phone to call you with." Wanda said, her voice steadying slightly.

"Well that's not going to do," Natasha said, "We'll have get you a phone after we find an apartment-"

"Nat." Wanda cut her off. "I have no money for a phone, and there's no way anyone's going to let me have an apartment."

"Well, I was thinking, of course you don't have to, but, since we both have nowhere to go, we could get an apartment together. I think I could get us one with a bit of persuasion."

Wanda was speechless, "You want, you want to live with me?"

"Why not? It'll be fun, and god knows you shouldn't be living alone."

Wanda huffed. "Like you're any better."

"That's just another reason to live together."

"Wanda! We're out of milk!" Natasha shouted through to the other room, closing the fridge and pulling a mug of the shelf.

Wanda entered the room, keys between her teeth, pulling her hair up into a ponytail and trying to shove her feet into a pair of converse.

"I'll grab some on my way back." She said tightening her hair before knotting her laces.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across her lips. "Way back from where?"

"I said I'd go get lunch at that new cafe down the street with our neighbour."

"Agnes?"

Wanda nodded, "Yep."

"Get me a cake if you can, co-"

"Coffee cake or lemon drizzle, I know." Wanda slipped into the kitchen and pulled Natasha into a brief hug before she made her way to the front door.

"Wand, back before eight, the movie starts at eight thirty!"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "It's a cafe, I'll be back by three at the latest."

Natasha smiled to herself taking a sip from her milk-less coffee. Wanda had come a long way in the past six months, there would always be bad days, but it was nothing they couldn't deal with together.

And maybe Nat liked having some support herself.