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Xander pulled up to the Avenges tower where he spotted an unfamiliar, yet familiar red head wearing a rather tight body suit. It was the Black Widow, one of the original avengers. She was standing there as if she was waiting for someone. Was it him that she was waiting for? Was she the one who had sent the text to him? On Wanda's phone? But why would she be doing something like that? Was something wrong with Wanda? The text said that it was an urgent matter, so what was going on exactly? Surely not something only he could deal with. He was just some kid, what could he do that the Avengers couldn't do to help one of their own? He wasn't that special; it wasn't like he had anything that, say Stark or Captain America had. For crying out loud, he was certain that at least one of the Avengers was capable of helping Wanda out. What would they need him for? It just didn't make any sense to him. Not that he wasn't willing to help out a friend whenever they needed it. He just didn't get why he was so desperately needed.
But he was here now so why not? Xander got out of his car and made his way over to the tall beautiful Avenger. Natasha just stared down at him, a look of stone on her face. Well if she were happy to see him, she sure wasn't going to be showing it. Man and he thought that old people were the only ones who were grumpy. Well he certainly didn't know this woman so he really couldn't be that judgmental. He certainly got enough of that as it was.
She was rather intimidating, if Xander could say so him self. Her frame was thin, but she was clearly muscular. Her eyes were a shade of green, somewhat darker than his own, but sharper and deadlier than anything that he would hope never to see. Strapped to her hip was a pistol, which made Xander stiffen slightly. After his last experience with the weapon, the last thing he wanted was toget this woman ticked off. He was certain that if an Avenger was angry with him, he would not live to tell the tale.
Natasha looked down at Xander, trying to see what Wanda saw in this boy. He was… well he wasn't Bruce, not that he was unattractive. He had a mild mannered face, honest and bright. His stance showed a sense of concern and yet, he seemed stubborn, like he wasn't going to take anyone looking down on him, but was polite enough not to show it, and smart enough not to pick a fight over it. She glanced at his wrapped up arm. It seemed that he had been in quite the altercation, and by the looks of his arm, very recently. Her eyes widened remembering that only a few days ago, the falcon had stopped a robbery that only had one person injured (not counting the thieves them selves) and that same day Wanda had attacked Sam with unbridled rage.
It was Xander! Xander was caught in the crossfire and when Wanda found out, she attacked Sam because she was afraid that Xander was hurt! Well he was, maybe a better phrase to say would be dead. that explained why Wanda was ready and willing to kill a teammate. Teenagers and their hormones. Natasha wasn't certain that she would ever be able to understand what a teenager was like. Not that she cared, not really. So long as she could help Wanda, that's all that she cared about here. That's why she had called Xander (Wanda was too much of an emotional wreck to be able to text, hence why Natasha was the one who ultimately had to do it.) Natasha was able to get Wanda to talk and all she was able to decipher amongst the incoherent babbling was "Xan… I cant… " She had taken out her phone and tried to text, but proceeded to burst into tears again. Natasha and asked if there was anything she could do to help and Wanda had asked her (after managing to wipe away her tears) to text Xander, just because she wanted to see him.
Natasha was almost… almost cynical at that. She didn't say it of course, but the idea of Wanda pining over a man was just odd… especially considering that privately, she did the same thing with Bruce. But because she was not that heartless and wanted to help the younger girl, she took it upon herself to text Xander and have him get to the tower (Natasha had taken Wanda here after driving away from the facility so they could have a bit of privacy.) so that he could come and help her with Wanda. Just what could have happened to Wanda to get her to need xander that badly? Let alone turn her into a crying mess that Natasha never thought she would see from the Sokovian?
Natshad cleared her throat and extended her hand to the young man in front of her "Xander I presume?" she asked. Xander shook her hand and smiled, giving his confirmation to the older woman. Well, he seemed very friendly and trusting. Well then again, Natasha and leaked out her profile all over the Internet and she was already a well known avenger, so that wasn't a surprise.
She gave him a quick smile "Natasha romanoff" she said "Black widow and current co leader of the Avengers."
Xander just gave her a smirk; there wasn't any real need for the introduction at least on her end. He already knew who she was (though he didn't look up her information), but still he had to be polite.
Natasha then let go of his hand and her smirk vanished, returning to her stone cold look. "Thank you for coming. Please come with me." She said, before walking into the building. Without anything to lose, Xander followed her in.
Wanda for the most part had managed to pick herself up and put her back together again after Natasha had left, which wasn't and easy task mind you, because of the simple fact that her body was still shaking and she couldn't get the image out of her head. The nightmare was just too surreal and so much more terrifying than it should be. Was that how the Avengers had felt when she plague them with visions in order to incapacitate them when they first met? Wanda might have been crueler that she would have originally thought, but this? She never would have wished this on anyone (well she might have before, but that's when she was still under the impression that the only people she would destroy were the Avengers. These days, not so much) She never would have thought that her visions were capable of causing this much pain, even to her self.
But what exactly did that vision mean. Was it a manifestation of her fears for Xander? Or was it something more sinister? The worst possible case scenarios continued to run through Wanda mind, none of it bringing any peace to her whatsoever. For once, she wished that she didn't have her powers, or at least the visions that were plaguing her mind. She had gotten these powers with the hope that she would bring down justice on the Avengers. Sure that didn't happen, as she was now trying to use those same powers to help others, just like she had in Sokovia. The downside was they were now working against her since her powers were based from her emotions.
Wanda washed her face in the sink again, trying to wipe her fears away. she stood up, checking her self. Her face was wiped clean and the only indicator that she had been crying were her red rimmed eyes, while her hair was a bit of a mess. Easy fix. She grabbed her comb and raked it through her dark locks all the while wondering what Xander would think of it, once she managed to straighten her hair.
As the thought left her mind, Wanda felt her cheeks grow red, not expecting any of that to ever cross her mind. Sure she like Xander and found him attractive, but this was the first time she ever even thought about such a thing.
But… did he find her attractive? Or… did he think she was weird. May people did, but she had never read Xander's mind. Even if he did like her, Wanda wasn't sure if she would ever be able to get over the fact the first boy she liked also believed she was weird. Her heart sank at the thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted however, by a soft knock at her door; one that definitely didn't sound like Natasha. Natasha's knocks were swift and almost silent, reminiscent of the assassin she once was. These were soft and mild, almost unsure of themselves. She turned to the door; quickly calling out to whoever it was that was waiting outside her door. "Come in!" she called
The door opened, revealing Xander, who was wearing both a sheepish smile and a concerned frown, obviously trying not to pity Wanda. Heck Wanda didn't even have to read his mind to tell her self that much; she could just tell that's what he was feeling. Still she was dearly happy to see him. She placed down her comb a smile working its way onto her lips. She turned around and all but ran to Xander, wrapping her arms around him. Xander awkwardly patted her back. He was still so confused. Wanda was stronger that this. What was causing her to be so… fragile? Just the other day they were having so much fun together. Granted, even then Wanda's emotions were all over the place. First she liked them, and then she was telling him they could never be together, then she showed up at the hospital when he was injured and they hung out together and now here he was trying to comfort her after she apparently had some sort of urgent matter that she had to have him deal with. Well there were stranger things in life, he supposed.
His hand, made its way to Wanda's hair and he stroked it lightly. Wanda looked up at him, her eyes gazing into his. Him just being here helped sooth her, washing away her fears, as if the vision that she had was just some distant memory. She no longer cared that he was just someone she had met at the beach where she watched the sunset. She no longer cared that he could be put in danger just by being close to her. She would protect him. just as he was protecting her. She gave him a smile. She leaned close to him, her lips just barely grazing his ear. She was so close that he could feel her cool breath on his ear. "Thank you… Xander" she said. She pulled him close, hugging him even tighter.
Just outside the door, Natasha leaned against the wall just smiled, immensely happy that Wanda was feeling better. Not wanting to spoil the moment, she walked down the hall, leaving the two teenagers to be with one another.
Lynn appeared in the warehouse that she had been hiding out in. her plan had somewhat failed, and she was not very happy about it. Xander had managed to partially resist her advances, much more than she would have anticipated. No one was able to completely resist her; her magical abilities were just to powerful for anyone such as a regular human being to handle.
But all was not lost… she still had a couple more plans that had yet to come to fruition. She gave a grin s she walked past the door where her secret weapon still remained writing in anger. He would need to be released soon. But she needed more time.
ughh… I know I keep saying i'll speed things up, but I really like details. Hopefully I will be able to start putting in more actions and plot points I want to get to, but I honestly don't know anymore. I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I am very detailed oriented. thats just how I write. i don't want to just write up a chapter that deals with so many things all at once. i feel like it rushes the story and I don't want to have to do that.
Next time… or at least soon… the return of a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist! and a deadly celebration! at lead one of those things.
Thank you all!
