Natasha POV
It's been a couple hours since I met Wanda. We're all currently on a heli-carrier. She's been huddled on the chair in the corner. Not talking to anyone. Which I guess is fine, I mean she doesn't know any of us.
But I'd like to talk to her again. I've been studying her, and when you catch her off guard she just looks like a normal teenager. Not a teenager with powers, or a teenager that's working with S.H.I.E.L.D. and currently on an Avengers mission.
Just a teenager.
I mean sure, she wouldn't act like a normal teenager if she's never been treated like a normal teenager. I know, I understand. She's been stripped of her childhood. For her, it ended many years ago.
And I don't blame her for shutting everyone out. She doesn't know us. So she doesn't trust us.
Especially if Tony is just a few feet away from her. I can't imagine what she's feeling right now.
Yeah, Tony didn't put off those shells that crashed into her apartment. He just made them.
But that's all she needs to blame someone. Someone with that big of a connection to her life being ruined just a few feet away?
I don't know how she isn't doing anything. I know that if the man who single-handedly ruined my life was just a few feet away- God. I'd be furious.
But no. She isn't doing anything. She's not even looking at him the wrong way. Good for her for holding it in though.
Actually, I take that back. I don't think it's a good idea to hold it in. At least confront him, you know? Ask him why he was making weapons.
Even that could give her just a little bit of closure.
If I could ask why Dreykov was doing what he was doing, I would.
Besides that we should be landing soon.
I know that it wouldn't matter in the long-run. But I really want her to open up. If not to the Avengers then to me.
I just see so much of myself in Wanda. Everything back down to when I escaped from the Red Room.
I decided against all my thoughts saying I shouldn't as I got up and walked over to her.
I sat down in the chair next to hers. I saw as her shoulders tensed up. I could tell that she wasn't comfortable with me sitting so close to her. But I couldn't walk away now.
"Hey Wanda?" Quietly I said. I didn't want to come at her with a loud voice.
"..Yeah?" She replied even quieter than I did.
"How are you doing over here?"
She finally looked up at me. I'm guessing to see if my question was genuine or not. I wonder how often she gets that kind of question.
"I'm fine."
"Hmm. Uh, hey. Would you like me to show you around the Tower when we get there? It can be really beautiful if you know where to look."
"Okay."
"Okay? Great. Great. How long have you been with Shield? Do you know?"
"Just for this year."
"Really? So that's really recent. How's it been over there? Everyone's nice?"
"I guess. They haven't exactly been rude."
"Oh that's good to hear. We should be landing soon, alright?"
"Okay."
I smiled and went back to my seat.
I felt as if I wasn't going to get anything else out of her. Wouldn't want to push it and cause her to stop talking to me.
At least I got something.
