A/N: This fic was kinda supposed to be mainly fluff and shit, but if you know me and have read ANY other of my works you know I don't give Natasha a break. Like actually ever. Aka this chapter is me breaking Nat some more. I'm not sorry, and I do not regret anything. (But I am trying to push some fluffy things into it as well) (this is also just kinda introducing Natasha for some other of the instalments of the series so ya know)

Red

When Wanda opened the door from the bathroom after her shower. Natasha was sitting in a chair with her eyes closed and her phone face down on her lap. She looked like she was sleeping. Still, when she heard the other woman join her she turned around in her seat and looked at her with a small smile.

"Long shower? Did you spend 15 minutes shampooing your hair…. Or were you doing something else with that high power showerhead?" Natasha smirked at her when Wanda felt her face redden turning around from the redhead. She didn't want to have this conversation now, or ever. Even if she was right….

"Does it matter?" Wanda mumbled as she walked over to the mirror to brush and dry her hair with the towel so it looked slightly presentable.

Natasha just laughed before she joined her by the mirror leaning over her shoulder meeting her eyes in the reflection. She was smiling softly and continued watching over Wanda's shoulder as Wanda slowly applied some light makeup.

Natasha had finished up when Wanda was showering. And Wanda couldn't help but admire her in the mirror while she continued to apply her makeup. Natasha's hair was quite long now, reaching just below her shoulders. She had dyed it in a more brow shade than the more vibrant orange she had before. Wanda had always wondered what shade of red her natural hair colour really was. Or if it even was red. Natasha had now styled it with some soft waves framing her beautiful face. It seemed so effortless on Natasha all the time.

Wanda had noticed how Natasha used very minimal makeup. She only used it when she had any public appearances and even then it was usually just some eyeliner, mascara and maybe a red lip. Not that Natasha really needed anything at all. She was absolutely stunning and Wanda could with her hand on her heart say she hadn't seen anyone quite as beautiful as Natasha before.

"Ready to go?" Natasha asked as Wanda finished off with a small spray of her favourite perfume. She turned around and nodded at Natasha with a small smile. Wanda noticed how Natasha's eyes were just lingering for a while before finally moved

The dinner was nice. It really was. It was a beautiful restaurant inside the resort. Wanda hadn't actually been to something like this before. It's been a while since she went out to eat. The Avengers liked to just order things to them instead of going out so this was new for her.

She tried to enjoy it. She really did. But it was hard when Natasha, who sat on the other side of the table, very clearly wasn't. Even before they got down to the restaurant, Natasha had seemed off, somehow. She wasn't able to place what seemed to be wrong with the other woman, but she seemed… not distracted, because if anything the woman seemed to have blacked out of reality more than once in the 3 minutes they had spent walking from the room to finding their table. It just seemed very wrong. And it was worrying her. A. Lot.

They ended up ordering two appetizers to share and then two main courses. And while the food was delicious, by the time they got the main course Natasha just poked it a few times before stopping completely. Unlike a lot of times when Wanda had been out with Natasha, the redhead didn't seem to pay attention to her surroundings at all. Her eyes were empty, staring into nothing most of the time. Sometimes she also just closed her eyes for a few seconds before she slowly opened them again, almost as if the woman tried to shut everything off around her.

They had talked a bit at the start of the dinner, but after a while, Natasha wasn't even able to keep up the conversation anymore cutting her sentences short or just not answering at all. And at the end of the dinner, Wanda wasn't sure what to do. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the woman in front of her, who was clearly so distracted with something else, and Wanda didn't know what to do with herself.

All she could do was nod at the waiter when she asked if they wanted the meal to go before they ended up paying and leaving. Natasha had barely looked at the bill in front of her before she had tossed some on the table, not waiting for any change. And while Wanda hadn't gotten the chance to get a good look at what she had left behind, she could see it was at least 4 bills and 3 of them had seemed blue. If that had been 70 euro, which she thought she had pictured out of that fast look on the table, that was almost 30% in tips if her math was right.

The second they got into the room Natasha almost aggressively turned off the lights before she literally fell onto the bed. Wanda could feel her heart ache as Natasha curled up under the cover hiding her head into the pillow not looking at Wanda once.

Wanda had no idea what was wrong with the woman, and while she wanted to ask she was hesitant after Natasha had snapped at her last time. Instead, Wanda carefully moved over the floor to the minibar to put the leftovers in the fridge before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she finished and returned to the room, Natasha had curled up into a smaller ball still hiding under the cover. And knowing better than to disturb her, Wanda very carefully and slowly moved over to her side of the bed before turning in for the night.

The next morning Wanda didn't wake up to two green eyes looking at her. Instead, she woke up to Natasha still curled up on her side with her back towards Wanda, not even lifting her head when Wanda pushed herself up in the bed to get a better look at her.

Natasha was lying in bed with her eyes wide open. It was actually quite a scary sight. She was clearly very awake but her eyes were not fixed on anything just filled with what Wanda could only identify as pain. She didn't move. She didn't even blink. The only way you could tell she wasn't dead was her back rising and falling in what Wanda thought was an unnatural fast phase.

A look at her phone told Wanda they had actually overslept. The bus for the tour was leaving at 8:15 and now it was already 7:55am. Having a fast inner debate about what to do Wanda ended up slipping out of bed before going into the bathroom to put some water in her face and give Natasha some time.

By the time she came back Natasha had pushed herself up from the bed and was brushing off her shirt. Natasha hadn't even changed out of her clothes last night, and it didn't seem like she was planning on changing out of them now either.

Just going with the flow Wanda pulled out a random top and some shorts before grabbing the bag they were bringing with them. It had some sunscreen in it, a small bottle of water Wanda got from the fridge, two rather big towels, and a small handgun Natasha had hidden in there as well.

Wanda moved out of the room with Natasha trailing her. The whole morning had gone on without a single word exchanged, and Wanda wasn't sure if she liked this. She was worried, but when Natasha didn't even talk to her it was hard to really do anything at all.

They had just closed another corner when they watched a door in front of them open and Harrie poke her head out followed by Lexie a second later. Lexie's face lit up when she saw them, waving happily as she closed the door behind her wife.

"Good morning you two!" Harrie said with a chipper voice as she joined Wanda as they continued to walk.

"Morning Harrie" Wanda answered with a small grimace trying to sound as normal as possible, ignoring the fact the redhead was in a very obvious bad shape. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but clearly, Harrie wasn't stupid and immediately she tilted her head before asking.

"What's wrong?" Her voice sounded genuinely worried and Wanda looked at her with a small, defeated voice.

"Laura just doesn't feel great. It happens sometimes, but it always makes me worried." Wanda said trying to make it sound less dramatic, even if she in reality really felt scared by the whole thing.

"Oh, sweetheart I know wha-" Harrie got cut off when they heard a loud voice behind them.

"LAURA!" Wanda spun around the same second she watched Natasha stumble, giving her a small fraction of a second to catch herself on the wall before she crashed with the floor, eyes rolled back in her head.

Wanda sprinted the small distance between her and Harrie, and Natasha and Lexie, as fast as her legs could possibly move. She watched as Lexie tried to move Natasha's body away from the wall she had fallen into. Natasha had lost all colour in her face and Wanda could feel her heart race in her chest as she closed the distance.

"Shit, Laur." Wanda fell down on her knees beside the unconscious woman. She let one hand rest on her forehead as she slowly lifted her head on her lap feeling the woman breath weakly in her arms.

What the hell had just happened?

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

She could hear Lexie and Harrie move around and talk to her. She could hear them ask at least 20 questions including what was wrong if they should call for a medic, or get somebody to help her move her. She knew the answer had to be no. She knew she couldn't risk having another person sticking their nose into this case. If she had to move her, she had to do it herself. And she needed to make Harrie and Lexie back off.

"It's okay." Wanda tried hearing her voice shake as she spoke. "It's okay." She tried again. This time actually sounding slightly convincing.

"I know it seems very dramatic, but I promise this sometimes happens. She just needs rest. If she pushes herself too hard, Laura…" Wanda trailed, not sure what to even say at this point.

"I just need to make sure she didn't get hurt in the fall," Wanda said slowly, biting her lip as she tried to figure out how the hell she was going to move the woman. She knew she couldn't actually lift Natasha. Or at least not from this angle. Not alone, not without any help. But she didn't want any of them close to Natasha when she was so defenceless. She didn't trust them enough, and she was well aware she couldn't defend them if they actually went to hurt Natasha if they tried to help move the woman.

Wanda knew she could use her powers as a boost. She could lift her easily with them. But what if they noticed it? It's not like the red mist from her hands was hard to spot. Not to mention that the more power she summoned the redder her eyes turned. So unless she could both hide her hands and keep the power level so low her eyes didn't change colour, they would notice.

"Lexie, could you give me the towel from my bag?" Wanda asked, trying to keep her almost desperate voice under control. The older woman gave her a concerned nod before slowly pulling out the towel.

Really happy they had chosen the big towels now, Wanda slowly covered most of Natasha's body with the towel, begging the dark blue colour of the fabric would hide her glowing hands as she slipped her arms under the redhead's limp body.

Getting up from the ground with this much weight would be heavy. While Natasha wasn't very big, nor heavy, and in general had a very tiny build, it was still a very heavy position to move from since her legs were literally underneath her whole body.

Closing her eyes to try to eliminate her red eyes completely from the equation, Wanda let out a groan as she moved. She could feel her whole body tense when she tried to stand up, immediately surprised by how unforgiving this position really was. Using the absolute bare minimum amount of her powers to help with the weight she could feel she was pushing herself way beyond what was good for her. Begging she couldn't collapse by the weight, she felt her powers lift even more of the weight, hoping she didn't push the power too much.

She let out another groan as she finally was standing, feeling her own head slightly spinning. The combination of both the weight and trying to contain her power was not a good match, but now that she was actually standing it wasn't so bad.

Natasha wasn't as heavy as she thought she would be. It was hard to get up from the floor, but now that she was here standing up she could very easily move without using more than a small relief from her power to keep Natasha as steady as possible. In fact, she was positive she could have carried her like this without any of her power. But to keep Natasha as safe as possible she decided to still have it there to keep it as a support.

The walk to the room was not far and it didn't take long before Wanda was pushing down the handle on their room and could finally lay Natasha down on their bed.

"Thank you for helping me, but I promise she is fine," Wanda said, almost pushing Harrie and Lexie out of the room. She needed them to leave. Preferably so quick they could still catch the bus for the tour.

"Like I said. This has happened before. And I promise everything will be fine. She just needs to rest. Besides, I don't want you guys to miss the tour." Wanda continued taking the bag out of Lexie's hand with a small smile.

Clearly very hesitant the two looked at Wanda with big eyes and Wanda could feel her inside boil.

"Come on, you told us so many times how much you wanted to see the caves. She is going to be fine. Come on, out you go." Wanda said, looking at them, this time a lot more convincing.

"Okay," Lexie said finally, making Wanda let out a small sigh of relief as the pair turned their heads to the hallway.

"But then we are getting you two souvenirs so you two don't miss out too much!" Lexie said turning around looking at Wanda with a small smile.

Wanda smiled back as she watched them finally walk down the hall. If it weren't for the circumstances she really would have liked Lexie. She seemed very nice. But she couldn't focus on that now. She needed to focus on Natasha. Because she needed to find out what the hell had happened.