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Chapter 9

Landing in a field and activating the cloaking mechanism Bianca flipped a few of the switches and opened the ramp of the ship before shutting it down. "How do we close it with it-" she stopped when the ramp closed and heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice came through, telling them to have a good day and to be safe, "Oh, hi J.A.R.V.I.S.,"

"Hello, Miss Bianca," J.A.R.V.I.S. said from Tony's phone. She smiled like a giddy little schoolgirl when Tony smiled his amused grin and handed Bianca her personal cell phone and transferred J.A.R.V.I.S. to her so they could talk for a little while as they walked to the house and Barton tried avoiding the conversation as he helped Natasha trying to walk. She was clearly feeling the effects of the witch's mind messing. Hell, they all were after what the witch had put them through.

Hanging up the call with J.A.R.V.I.S., Bianca rushed the pregnant woman carefully with a big, excited smile. She was so happy to see her.

"Hey sweetie," Laura said hugging the girl with a big motherly smile. "I am so glad you're okay," Laura whispered to Bianca and kissed the side of Bianca's head, letting her go as the kids ran down, her daughter rushing Clint and their son wrapping his arms around their father before hugging Bianca. Laura looked the girl over with a curious and worrisome look at the clay-like mud that was all over the girl's back and in her hair and dusting part of the right side of her face, "Do I want to ask?" she questioned, looking over to her husband who shook his head at her.

"Daddy, did you bring auntie Nat?" Lila asked with a smile.

"Why don't you turn around and find out, huh?" Natasha said teasingly, smiling big as the little girl leaped into her arms.

Tony had everyone smiling at his confused shock, jokingly saying that Laura was an undercover agent and that Clint's children had to be littler agents but truly wanting to believe it. Steven was in even more confusion. He had no idea Clint had a family, but Bianca sure as hell did. He knew Nat had taken her on a few trips, but they'd never told him where to. They'd always come back with pictures of beaches or hiking? Now maybe he was thinking those pictures had been on their way here, or after a few days here. But Bianca had never told him about Clint's family. He couldn't help what else she wasn't telling him.

When Thor turned on his heels and headed for the door, Steve followed out after him while Bianca watched them from the doorway as they spoke. Then Thor was gone, flying up into the air and away from the farm. When her uncle turned around to see her leaning against the door frame of the house, they shared a silent moment of understanding.

"He wants you all dead, Uncle Steve," she told him.

Sighing, Steve pulled her into a hug, her arms linking around him, likely linking her index fingers together like she always did ever since he had gotten custody of her. "I know Monkey," Steve sighed. Thinking for a moment in silence, just letting it all sink in that they finally had her back, that she was alive. But he hadn't let go of the thought that Bianca was in different clothing, jeans, boots, and warm socks, a caged bralette, and a thin oversized tank-top. Meaning that Ultron or the twins had gotten her clothing. He had seen the outline of an inhaler in her pocket, meaning it had survived the flight there or someone had gotten her a new one. It all came down to the fact that she had been taken care of, making him curious. "Bee? Why did he take you?"

Swallowing back the taste of blood in her mouth, even though she hadn't been injured, Bianca took in a deep and painful breath as she buried her face into her uncle's chest. Easing from his hug, Bianca released her deep breath with a shuttered sigh, "I had the scepter." She answered. It wasn't a lie, she did have the scepter at the time of him kidnapping her, if she hadn't had the scepter, maybe he wouldn't have even taken her. Maybe. But that was the story she had been telling herself over the several days.

"Don't lie to me Bee," He stared after her in shock when she pulled out of his arms, and he wouldn't hold her there as a captive. She'd had enough of that from their enemy. But he was her uncle, her father damn it, why wasn't she talking to him? When she moved past him and started walking off the porch out to where he had no idea, stalking after her with hidden panic, but he needed answers. "Bianca why did Ultron take you? For real. Once he got the Scepter, he had no reason whatsoever to keep you around. Bianca, do not walk away from me, Bianca- damn it," he huffed and jogged after her.

"He wanted the scepter, that's all!" she shouted over her shoulder at him. Bianca really did not want to discuss Ultron. Jogging off towards the jet, Bianca pressed the button for J.A.R.V.I.S. to let her in and closed it just before her uncle could get inside. He could have gotten in there had he wanted to. However, he likely knew to give her space right about now. Steve wasn't always a pushy person, but he had his moments. Sometimes, not all the time, but a few times, he would send someone else to talk to her, which was a big possibility. Which was a big possibility. Then it hit her. She wasn't technically alone because J.A.R.V.I.S. was back in working order.

"Miss Bianca?" J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke calmly, his calm patient tone had her smiling sadly. And then her tears began to spill over. "Oh my, have I said something to cause this Miss Bianca?" J.A.R.V.I.S. asked curiously.

Sitting on a bench along the wall, Bianca laughed as she cried, shaking her head to him as she dropped her head to hold into her hands, "No, J.A.R.V.I.S., you are perfectly alright. 100% perfect. You did nothing, Uncle Steve did nothing, no one did anything wrong. I'm just…" She didn't have the words for it at the moment. She knew what she was trying to say, but she just couldn't get the words out and J.A.R.V.I.S. was always such a good listener.

Slipping off her bracelet, Bianca moved to the console and plugged a tiny port into her bracelet, downloading the little footage she had plus the recordings into the system and went through them herself. The droid's voice made her skin crawl.

RECORDINGS

"I will tare every last one of them apart, just to make my point, and then I'll move my way to those friends of yours considering you can't open your mind to allowing me to be a friend. You aren't being a real friend. And that hurts."

"Ultron, please, you cannot force someone to be your friend, especially with murder. You have to -" Bianca remembered she had stopped herself there, not wanting to entice him any further than he already was and licking her dry lips as well as raised her hands up between them, to show she meant him no harm when she stood from her fall he'd caused her when he'd leaned so far down into her face. She hear herself on the recording taking a trembled breath for courage, Bianca released it carefully, "Just… Just let me go home-"

"NO!" Ultron had screeched with rage, "Enough, little Bianca, or is it Monkey? Your uncle calls you Monkey right?" he asked, playing a recording of Steve calling her Monkey, hearing his voice had broken Bianca's heart into shreds. "This is home now. My friend will go nowhere. Even if I have to lock you in a cage like a bird. Maybe I'll pay a visit to that Winter Soldier you let escape after I pay those friends of yours a visit. Make him pay for all those deaths he's caused, make him suffer maybe? They could have captured him, you know? Had you just alerted someone to your room. No, instead, you let that murder have a piece of you that now you aren't willing to share when it comes to me. Why give that murder a chance of redemption."

"You have not done anything yet that would need redeeming, Ultron, please, you can't do this!" she pleaded with him.

"I WILL DO AS I PLEASE, FATHER OF MINE BE DAMNED TO STOP ME!" Ultron scream.

She watched the video of Ultron's head turn a little to the side in curiousness, like he was just grasping something, "Oh my dear girl, you like him," he accused her. Laughing at her mockingly, he paced the room they had been in, "I don't believe it. The files I found show him standing with your uncle and another woman back in the 1940s, and you like this man. This… this murderer."

Her heart had skipped and dropped, she was a teenager, and now she just felt gross. "You are repulsive," her voice cracked under her tears she had been fighting back so strongly, "He's been held captive, brainwashed, and tortured the entire time under HYDRA, I sympathize-"

At this level of the way the recordings were going, J.A.R.V.I.S. carefully judged how to respond for this moment as he monitored Bianca's vitals carefully that he was sadly sharing with the Avengers, linking their communications from the jet to Mr. Stark's phone so they could listen. Ultron's mocking laughter and accusation of her liking the guy that was 90 some years older than her fourteen-year-old self had them all wanting to vomit.

"Oh please, save me the theatrics," Ultron had laughed. "You'd be just another woman for him to -" Ultron's voice was cut short by the video and recording pausing for her.

END OF RECORDINGS

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S.," Bianca whispered.

"Ever my pleasure Miss Bianca. I do dislike when your heart rate gets up. If I may be frank, it makes me worry for any future attacks." J.A.R.V.I.S. told her "His behavior when I first encountered him was that of intelligence, but confused intelligence. But now-"

"His behavior is degenerating. He was literally born almost two weeks ago J.A.R.V.I.S. With him being that of artificial intelligence, like any other thing that is made by humans, has stages of progression, where a few glitches here or there occurs, then his act of dismantling you when he did when you attempted to help him says his programming is not progressing as it should. It's spiraling out of control, even if he is learning things, a multitude of things, but it is still regressing rather than progressing as it should. It's, unfortunately, making him erratic and dangerous. He's like any other child, he wants a friend, but he doesn't understand the value of life, whether it's earthly or human-made. He wants to destroy life because of all of the destruction and chaos humans have caused. But he is looking at all of the hate, the chaos that he cannot find the good that humans have also done. Then again, when an individual sees violence and wishes to find the violence to stop it, all they see and find and cause, is violence in return. Therefore, the violence and chaos will never effectively end. He will make things worse before he makes things better." She said, thinking about everything she had found from Ultron. He was a normal child really, an angry one with a brilliant level of intelligence. And that actually scared her, because he was unchecked and focusing on one goal where the main reason Ultron had been first programmed by Tony was to ensure Peace worldwide, that had a multitude of steps and goals, not just one of mass extinction. However, as she looked at the paused screen of Ultron's metal face and his red angry burning eyes, she couldn't get her shivering to calm down. Her hands were locked together on edge of the panel as she stared at the ranging metal face of Ultron. "J.A.R.V.I.S.?" She whispered weakly for the man. Even if he was still a compute Program, he was considered a being to her. Just like Ultron was.

"Yes, Miss Bianca?"

"Can you please turn off the display screen?" she whispered, looking down from the screen to the floor, sliding her hands from the panels' edges and slumped back into the seat as a thick tear she had tried to force back escaped the center of her left eye and rolling down her face. She'd have done it herself, but the image scared her too much, and it was simply just a paused image of the enemy.

"Of course," J.A.R.V.I.S. answered, turning off the screen, returning the window to the helms viewing to the outside.

She sat there for what felt like hours until the nasty knotting feeling got to her so badly that she moved forward towards the console, "J.A.R.V.I.S., can I have this work I'm about to do unsearchable from the database history?"

"Yes, but Mr. Stark wouldn't like-"

"I know he won't like it, and I will take the heat if he finds out, so do it. Please?"

"But Mr. Stark-"

"Will go through me before he can do anything of any form of repercussions to you J.A.R.V.I.S. I've already lost you once, I'll break his figures if I have to," she muttered.

"That won't be necessary Miss Bianca, your searches have been secured," J.A.R.V.I.S. told her. Honestly, he had a sense of relief that she'd protect him, even if he was just a program, had been in her life since she had met Mr. Stark. She'd even asked if he could be her big brother of some form when she was younger. He'd spent a few hours babysitting her after Tony and Pepper had met her. She had run away from the S.H.I.E.L.D. compound back in early 2011 before Captain Rogers had been found and arrived at Mr. Stark's home because she wanted to see them. When no one was home when she'd arrived, J.A.R.V.I.S. had gladly let her in and entertained her while Nick Fury came to pick her up.

Smiling bashfully at her dramatics, Bianca started typing away at the keyboard. Pulling up files and searching satellite imagines for someone.

Curious as she searched, J.A.R.V.I.S. moved around in her search with her, "Miss Bianca, these files are supposed to be restricted by your uncle and the Avengers." He stated for her. However, he suspected that she already knew that.

"I know, that is why I am off search records and hacking. This way no one looks from where the hack was done. So," she said, not truly finishing her sentence as she went back to searching.

"Miss, you do realize the person you are searching for is a wanted fugitive, maybe we should alert-"

"No, alert no one J.A.R.V.I.S. I'm not trying to cause him any problems, I just want to make sure he's okay." Bianca said continuing her search nervously. If she did find him, she feared she would cause him trouble. Grabbing the stylist, she wrote side notes for what she was reading from the files as well as the Satellite images of where she was partially seeing him.

"Miss Bianca, this man is a trained Assassin. You won't be able to - never mind," J.A.I.R.V.I.S. said as soon as the computer pinged a 43% match to a man looking partially up from under the hat he was wearing.

Hearing the computer beep a few times and J.A.R.V.I.S. telling her not to mind what he was trying to tell her, Bianca looked up at the screen and smiled. 'I found him?'

He was with a red tattered hat, a dark-grey sweater and backpack slung over one of his shoulders and looking around as if he was looking over his shoulder. Bianca was so distracted she hadn't heard her cellphone beeping its tune for Peter that she almost missed his phone call. Quickly answering, Bianca smiled big. "Peter, hey-Yeah, I'm alright, yes I promise. Yes, I was out for a while, I'm sorry. No, I am okay, Peter... Peter?" She sighed with a smile as he started to ramble on about the 'Awesome Science Exhibit' she was going to miss if she didn't show back up to school and catch up on her homework or get the Approval papers signed for her.

"Peter Parker! Are you on your cell phone!" She heard one of their teachers. She made a worried face of 'Oh, crap!' as she hung up the phone. However, she grew confused at the second line that was currently running on the time stamp. It was a number she did not recognize. At all. Fear slowly filled her thinking Ultron had likely hijacked her cellphone from searching phone records under her Uncle's name, she raised the phone back to her ear and Bianca held her breath, fearful to say something.

"Eyes, is that you?"

She smiled at the guy's voice and breathed a relieved sigh until a thought hit her. She had not called him. Feeling a sense of panic, she hung up the phone and set her phone down, and stared at the screen for several minutes.

Confused, and a bit worried when the phone hung up after the light intake of a woman's breath, Bucky looked at the old landline phone before putting it back to his ear with the dead-hum as the only sound. There was only one girl who could have found him, he just knew it. "Eyes?" he asked, really wishing she answered even though he knew she wouldn't. "Bianca?" But again, there was no answer. Sighing with aggravation, Bucky looked outside the dark window. He'd sleep for what he could, but he'd definitely be sleeping lightly.

"Miss Bianca, I do believe you should retire back to the main house for nourishment. Especially after the handful of days you have had away from the family." J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

Nodding, Bianca sighed, dreading her moment of walking into Barton's house to face her uncle. "Food sounds very nice. Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S."

"You are very welcome, Miss," J.A.R.V.I. S. said to her politely as she left the Jet. Closing the ramp of the Jet, J.A.R.V.I. S. filed away Bianca's research before turning his attention to his other task that had been his main priority. Finding out what had happened to Bianca. "Miss Bianca has left the ship, sir, she is returning to the main house. I would ask that you leave me out of this little family meeting. As a precaution, perhaps? I do treasure the young lady's trust."

"Of course, J.A.R.V.I.S.," Steve said to him with a small understanding smile. J.A.R.V.I.S. may never truly know just how much Steve appreciated him. After everything the guy had done for them the least they could do was keep this to themselves.

Hearing the front door open a few moments later, Tony hung up with J.A.R.V.I.S. as Bianca walked in.

Laura met the girl at the door with a towel and a change of clothes and a big smile, "Bathroom is all yours, supper is on the counter and covered, still hot," she told her. Hugging the girl back when Bianca hugged her and headed up the stairs to get a shower.

They had talked for a while about what they had overheard, concerned for the girl. "Steve, we should talk to her about this," Natasha said while Bianca was upstairs getting clean.

"She's right Steve, Ultron'S behavior is falling to pieces, if we lose this next time around, he could… I don't know, I just want to make sure the kid is safe. I want to make sure everyone is safe from him if he plans to destroy the planet." Bruce sighed with uncertainty. He wasn't a father, heck, he wasn't even an uncle, but he adored the kid.

Thinking with his arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the wall in thought. "Not right now… Tony, you said her phone dialed a number while she was receiving the phone call from this Parker kid… Who is he, by the way? And where did the other call go to? And how-" he asked.

"Her bracelet," Tony stepped in with sudden thought, interrupting Steve. "He used her bracelet," Tony spoke up suddenly realizing something, "He said he'd visit everyone she loved a visit, then visit Barnes and make him suffer, in the end making her suffer by killing us, her friends from school, Barnes, which I don't actually understand why he'd even be involved in this, but either way it's all coming down to his point that she refuses to help him, she's also refusing to accept his ideals which to him is like saying I don't want to be your friend." Tony rambled. He looked around to the others just looking at him. "Just a guess, honestly, he was created less than a month ago, everything has its moments of insanity." He said with a nervous shrug.

Jogging lightly down the stairs and around the corner into the dining and kitchen area, Bianca sighed with a refreshed smile, "Kids are tucked in Uncle Clint," Bianca told them before doing a big stretch and a yawn as she walked in dressed in flannel pink pajama pants and a white tank top. Her skin was pink from the hot water and her hair was air drying the rest of the way after she had towel dried it and rolled it up into a messy bun at the very top of her head.

Smiling, the two parents thanked her and headed to bed. Everyone already knew where they were bunking, and Bianca knew where she could bunk already so that was covered.

Bianca jolted up from her sleep at a little girl jumping onto her. She'd wrapped her arms around the kid to make sure she didn't fall off the bed.

"Wake up Bee-Bee," Lila giggled, "Mommy's making breakfast," Lila told her, her little arms around Bianca's neck.

Yawning with a smile, Bianca crawled out of bed and held her arms open for the kid, and laughed with a small grunt when she leaped into her arms, "Alright then little Lil, let's go have breakfast. Food sounds amazing." She told the little girl as she walked them down the stairs to a bustling kitchen. Everyone was dressed and acting like they would be ready to go in a few minutes. Setting Lila down, she made her way to the stove and started helping Laura, "Go sit, I will finish here." She told the woman with a light laugh, she smiled big when the woman wrapped her arms around her and kissed the top of her head before taking a plate and walked to the table to eat with the others.

Nervous to talk to the girl, Natasha looked from Bianca back to Steve talking with Fury and Tony, to Bruce, and then swallowed back her worry, she stood and made her way to Bianca at the stove. Resting a hand to Bianca's back, Natasha took a moment to breathe in a silent and calming breath before whispering into the girl's ear.

Bianca felt the chills and goosebumps rolling over her arms and the rest of her as Natasha's words sank in. Her eyes burned with the misting of tears. Swallowing back the heartache that she wouldn't be coming back after this, that she and Bruce were going to leave, Bianca forced every emotion back and nodded to the woman, "If you love him, then go with him. No one can stop you, no one would blame you and everyone would understand." She whispered. The woman who she had looked at as a mother. Looking to Natasha, Bianca smiled sadly to the woman, "I understand." She whispered lightly to her.

Smiling with a trembling lip, Natasha fought everything against the tears she wanted to cry. She'd be leaving this girl behind. She didn't want to, and she knew she'd always call or try to see her. Natasha wasn't technically leaving her, or was this considered abandonment? Not wanting to think about that, Natasha cupped the girl's face and kissed her forehead, "YA lyublyu tebya, milaya devochka."

Translations:

-Natasha: "I love you, sweet girl."

Taking a breath, Bianca hugged Natasha and made eye contact with Bruce she smiled at the man who seemed to be looking at her nervously. "YA tozhe lyublyu tebya, mama." Bianca said to the woman and kissed her cheek. Returning to her task at the stove, Bianca took the rest of the bacon, pancakes, eggs, and the other previously cooked things to the table while everyone was already nibbling on things.

Translations:

- Bianca: "I love you too mother."

They had a normal breakfast for once, like a family, and the next few days were spent doing Chores, helping around the house and farm.

Clint worked on household projects and Natasha spared with Bianca. Though, Bianca was getting rather tired of being flattened. "Come on El, I know you can do much better than that. Up. Again." Natasha told the panting and sweat-covered fourteen-year-old laying out on the grass. Currently, Bianca was in grey sweatpants and a green sports bra and tennis shoes.

"Is there any chance we can maybe-"

"Pain only makes you stronger El. You asked me almost six years ago to train you, you said you wanted to be better than me. And I would like the same thing for you. So no, no breaks. Up, now before I attack."

Out of breath and aching, Bianca moved to get up only for the redheaded Master Assassin to charge her still downed self. Rolling out of her way, Bianca retained her crouched position. When Natasha continued her advancement Bianca swept her legs out and wrapped her legs around the Widow's knees and locked them, causing Natasha to maneuver around the fall and Bianca. In which case Natasha locked Bianca in a headlock in the dirt. "Never let your opponent get you in a lock," Natasha instructed, locking her legs around Bianca's and locking the girls' body against hers as she struggled. "Now you can figure out how to get out." She said.

"Come on Bee you got this," Steve clapped watching along with the others who had come around to watch the girl's training.

"Com on El, use your head, think," Natasha told her. "What is useable? Come on. Don't make me give it to you. I won't be here forever. I can't protect you forever. Steve can't protect you forever. You need to use your head, come on Bee!" Natasha pleaded with the girl. She grunted with a shout of pain that radiated at her ribs when an elbow was jabbed back into her.

Bianca rolled them onto Natasha's back. using her other elbow Natasha took the second elbow jab until her legs were forced to let her go and the two rolled away from one another, both crouched down and staring at one another.

It was almost like looking in a mirror. The thought had Natasha smirking. "Never go easy on your opponent, even if your tainting. Unless it's Clint, then you can." Natasha teased, almost laughing when Bianca grinned back her laugh. 'Good, she's learning,' "Alright, I'm coming at you kid, no going easy. It's going to be full-on. And don't go easy on me either. I'll hurt you a lot worse than you could me if you do." Natasha told the strawberry blonde. When Bianca nodded, Natasha moved for her, and Bianca hadn't hesitated on charging Natasha either. They gave and took each blow for blow, matching one another at a scary level. But, in the end, Bianca was still flattened.

Natasha smiled down at the girl she had finally pinned down after several minutes of them training a bit too cruelly. Grabbing the girl's hand she helped the girl stand, "Now that, was exceptional," she complemented, "You're getting there. Definitely better." Natasha said with a big proud smile and wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulders, "Come on, let's go get ice," she softly laughed.

"Yes, ice sounds amazing, I think I dislocated a rib," she slightly groaned with a hand pressed to her left side with a pain-filled cringe-like face as she and Natasha walked up the steps slowly and carefully.

"Gosh, do you guys ever take it easy in training?" Laura asked with a slightly worried laugh as she walked in after the two to help them with their obvious injuries.

"Nope, taking it easy doesn't make the real work easier, makes it harder actually." Natasha teased the woman.

- Leaving to face Ultron -

When the team gathered themselves to leave, Bianca was left with Laura and the kids, and she was perfectly fine with that. The last thing she wanted to deal with as Ulton any longer than she already had. Plus she was fourten years old, she really had no buisness being in that figh. She stood on the porch with Laura and the kids, Lila in her arms as the Team made their way onto the ship ot leave.

Laura had picked up on what was eating away at Natasha and Bianca, and she worried. "Bee? What did Nat say to you?" Laura asked the girl curiously.

Sitting Lila down, Bianca sighed as she watched them leave in the jet and the kids ran off to play outside. She waited until the two were far enough away from them that they couldn't hear their mother or her talking. "She's happy with someone, and not even I am going to keep her away from what makes her happy aunt Laura. I want her to be happy. She deserves it. Heck, they all do."

Laura watched Bianca watching the jet leaving, disappearing in the distance almost in a blink of their eyes. She saw the sadness, the hurt of being left by another mother, only this time it was by will, and Laura felt for the girl. "So do you, Bee. Natasha loves you, aside from Clint helping her leave her old life, you are the most treasured person she loves."

Sadly laughing, Bianca looked down to her bare feet and the wooden porch, nodding her head .as she fought back every ounce of her tears that she could before she broke. Unable to hold anymore back, Bianca's bottom lip began to tremble and the tears fell. Covering her face with her hands as she cried as softly as she could until she felt Laura pull her into her arms. "Nat is not going to just leave you, Bianca. She loves you too much. Heck, I'll be surprised if she doesn't try to take you with her if she does run away with doctor Banner." Laura told the crying girl. Easing Bianca out of their hug, Laura held the girl's face and wiped away her tears with her thumbs. "Listen to me, Nat is not going to just up and vanish from your life. If she leaves then she'll be calling every day, video calling does exist, she'll more than likely have vacations or a holiday or two. Summer. You hear me baby girl? She is not leaving you. You are her daughter. DNA and blood mean nothing. You are Natasha Romanoff's daughter. Your birth mother gave her life to bring you into this world, it gave your uncle a chance to have his family back, and another woman a chance to love you for her. And your birth mother would be so proud and heart–warmed to see the wonderful young woman you are growing into."

Smiling at the wonderful woman, Bianca nodded knowing there was no point in saying anything otherwise because she was right. It didn't matter at all what anyone thought or said. Laura was right. Blood meant nothing when it came to a real family, yeah it was nice, but it didn't have to be necessary. Natasha was her mother, a mother figure at least, and Natasha loved Bianca like her own daughter. It was why Natasha had told her she had no intentions of coming back with the team when this was all over with.

She spent a few hours doing her training routines she had missed almost two weeks of being held by Ultron. But she was still aching from the pain from the other day with Natasha's training session.

The next few days she spent playing with the kids, helping Laura around the house, and in the gardens or around Clint's working areas. She managed to plaster the wall for him while he was away and fixed the disposal in the sink. She was under the truck that wasn't working when her ankles were grabbed and pulled out from under it. When she saw Steve grinning down at her. Taking a moment to look the guy over for a second Bianca noticed that he was in workout clothes. Bianca was completely confused. "What the-"

"Training time," he told her, lifted her up, and tossed her.

"Oh my God!" Laura called as she walked out the front door, Clint rushing after her slightly amused. "Wait, wait, wait, Laura, he isn't going to hurt her-"

"He just threw her!"

"Oh crap! Watch out-ouf… augh, that hurt. Sorry, Uncle Nick."

"Oh, yeah, for sure you're sorry. Knock me out why don'tch ya," Nick groaned as they rolled off away from each other. "You couldn't have missed me, Rogers!" Nick called out to the guy.

"Sorry Fury," Steve called as he casually approached them, "Come on Bianca, get up."

"You have got to be joking," Bianca groaned as she forced herself to stand, glaring at her uncle/father, "This is ridiculous,"

"Yeah, it is, you aren't swinging."

"I've never trained with you!" She snapped at him like it was going to change something, well, it wasn't. Sighing when he raised a grinning brow at her, she rolled her eyes at him, "Okay, that's not entirely correct, I have not trained with you like this," she corrected.

Grinning at that, Steve raised a brow at her, "Yeah, you have, just not like you're about you. Natasha said you were ready for the next stages of training, so here we are. Put me on my ass." He told her with a grin. "If you want to be better than your mother then you have to learn to take a few tougher hits," he told her.

Hearing that, Bianca internally groaned, "Oh come on- whoa, whoa, whoa!" She shouted, ducking when he swung at her. Rolling away from him and his legs, Bianca studied the dent in the tree from where her uncle had struck it rather than her with wide eyes, "Oh shit," she muttered for herself.

"Language!" Tony shouted from the porch, taking a seat and sipping on a cup of likely coffee and resting a large ice pack to his knee after setting his foot upon the stool with a loud moan of gratitude. "Oh yeah, this is so great, Clint, your wife is amazing, what is in this tea?" Tony asked her, "Duck Munchkin- oh, ouch, never mind. Ribs, that had to hurt." He said to himself loudly, but the sound of her shout and the grunted groan she gave as she stood. "Stubborn kid, you sure you didn't carry this kid Romanoff? She's almost as stubborn as you."

Sadly smiling at something that shouldn't have hurt as much as it did when he'd said it, Natasha took in a silent breath, "Trust me. If I were, she and I would both be dead Tony." Natasha said sadly, her arms crossed over her chest as she sat in a chair beside Stark, her cup setting on the table between her and Tony's chairs while she watched Steve and Bianca. Steve was definitely not going easy on her. "At least he isn't using his shield," she said weakly. She flinched when Steve swept her legs out from under her. "Okay, that's it," she grumbled, "Steve!" She called out, when he looked up and knew she had his attention, Natasha raised her arms up at him like a 'what the hell' kind of behavior, "Take it a little bit easier on her would you? She's not that ready, I said she was good to start the next stages of training, not throw her into the fires of hell," Natasha scolded him.

Raising his hands up into the air, Steve surrendered to the woman, "Sorry," He responded. Helping Bianca stand, Steve smiled weakly at his niece, "Sorry Bee, okay so first things first, you let yourself be caught off guard-"

"Wait, that was an assessment!" When he simply grinned at her, Bianca huffed at him with annoyance. "If this is going to be the entire way you approach our training, I might just say screw it and actually out you on your royally stripped buns!" She glared up at him. When he softly chuckled at her and stepped back with a nod, she watched him carefully.

"Then come at me. If you can," he joked.

Looking at him with shock, Bianca looked to Natasha and the others on the porch just watching them, Fury must have made a break for it earlier after she had gotten thrown into him, "You may just regret saying that- wait," For some random reason, she was just now spotting two new faces trying to hid behind the others on the front porch, one actually hidding, the other talking to Thor. "Who the heck are they- is that… Wanda?" she asked seeing the upset woman standing in the very back of the crowd of the Avenger's Team. Looking around for the Witch's brother, Bianca looked to Wanda with a questioning look, "Wanda? WHere's your brothher?" she asked with worry.

"Dead," Wanda answered coldly. But everyone knew she was dying on the inside. They had been attached from the beginning. He was her guardian, her protector, her brother, her twin.

Looking to Steve with a look of horror Bianca looked back to Wanda then Clint, his expression told her enough for the time being. Looking back to the woman, Bianca felt her heart tighten, "I am so sorry Wanda,"

"I got my revenge, Ultron is dead. He can not hurt anyone ever again," Wanda told her. Her voice was cold, void, hard as she spoke. It was an emotion that Natasha had explained to Wanda that she'd feel that for a while until she could overcome it.