Hello. Back for chapter number 5. This is probably the chapter you have all been waiting for. Wanda finally meets her beau. Do note though that he wont be in every chapter forthcoming. I think one of the biggest flaws of an OC in this fandom is cramming them in a much as possible. many times they try to become integral to the plot of the films which doesnt always work since the movies dont always have room to fit an OC since it wasnt designed to do so.

but for now enjoy the story.

In a somewhat ironic twist, Wanda had a decent nights sleep that night. By decent she didn't have too many nightmares, but she still felt a bit restless. It was more like she was just lost in a floating void devoid of any sensations, but when she woke up, she felt like her whole body had been numb and prickly with pins and needles. It was a weird situation, but she would certainly take it over waking up in a cold sweat any day of the week.

Blinking her eyes to chase away the remnants of her first goo night sleep in weeks, Wanda sat up in her bed just sitting there her mind not really going anywhere. Not that she needed to go anywhere today anyway. She and Laura had already picked up most of the supplies that were needed after their trip to the mall.

Today was her third day at the Bartons and to be quite honest, Wanda didn't want to leave. Clint had never specified when they were leaving and while she should be more concerned with her training as she did have a responsibility to the team especially since she fought for Pietro's sake more than her own, she quite enjoyed the peace and serenity of the Baron farm

That and she couldn't get enough of Laura's home cooking. Sure Starks base had some decent food but she enjoyed having the simpler meals provided by a caring mother figure than take out orders and quick meals like Stark did.

Sighing Wanda threw off the covers to her bed and heaved her protesting bones off of the comfy mattress. She did have to wait until she regain all feelings in her limbs to do so, but once she did, she let out a tired yawn before making her way to the bathroom to start her daily routine.

Shredding herself of the oversized shirt she wore to bed, Wanda grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt going to the bathroom to change.

After entering the bathroom Wanda took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Compared to the past few nights her eyes weren't sunken in from lack of sleep and her gaze wasn't as sullen and tired as usual.

In short she looked much healthier. Though she didn't understand why. It wasn't like she woke up feeling any different emotionally or with a sudden burden off her shoulders. Yet still she felt different.

Shrugging it off, Wanda proceeded to wash her face and fix her hair, before hanging into more appropriate cloths for the day, making sure to take her PJ's and throw it in the laundry basket that Laura kept for her. However as she did o she noticed that it was fairly full, or getting here, considering she had been here for a few days.

'Laura did say that I should leave this in the Laundry room whenever I needed to wash a load" she muttered to herself..

Making her way down stairs Wanda carelessly shoved the bag in the middle of the Laundry room before going to grab some waffles in the kitchen. It was lucky that Laura woke up early every morning to make breakfast whether it be for Nathanial (bless that Baby, Wanda just wanted to hold him in her arms forever)., the children or the adults.

Speaking of which…

Wanda poked her head in the living room, where, none to her shock, she found Clint still lying on the couch after his wife banished him from the bedroom. Much to Wanda's amusement, it seemed that Clint virtually had no power in his own home. Se had spent quite a bit giggling overhearing Laura yell at him last night for making a mess of her beloved pristine kitchen.

So here he was looking like a spoiled brat being arms crossed over his chest mumbling incoherent nothings about his predicament (which Wanda could tell by reading his mind). He didn't even notice the young girl, who giggled silently before continuing on her way to the kitchen.

As she entered the room, she was met with chortling coming from the baby station in the corner. Laura it seemed was in the middle of changing Nathanial's diaper this morning. "Good boy Nate!" she cooed at the infant before blowing raspberries on his stomach. The baby let out a loud giggle in response before Laura finished her task. Wanda smiled at the display in front of her before gently knocking on the doorframe to get Laura's attention.

"Morning!" she said as she walked over to the kitchen table where Laura had graciously left waffles. Laura turned to Wanda Nathanial in her arms, giving her a smile. 'Morning Wanda!" she replied to the Sokovian, before looking over Wanda's appearance. "You look chipper this morning." She surmised with a twinkle in her eye.

Wanda, who was busy setting up a plate filled with the fluffy buttery goodness that was her new favorite breakfast, stopped what she was doing and looked at her hostess with a confused loo "Really?" she asked. She had noticed her less depressed appearance, but she didn't think she had changed that much.

Laura nodded Clint told me you hadn't been sleeping very well" she explained 'then there was what happened when you first arrived." Wanda's gaze lowered at the mention of that night. She was both mortified that she interrupted everyone's peaceful nights with her outburst and saddened by the reminder of the loss of her brother. She bit her lip before returning her gaze to Laura "I'm sorry, I didn't mean." She started but Laura looked at her with a sympathetic look, cutting her off "Dear, you have nothing to be sorry for. You are a young woman going through many changes in such a short time, doubly so since you just fought a war. That's bound to have plenty of affect on your psych." She nodded in Clint's direction "when Clint first became an agent he suffered some nightmares. He wouldn't talk about in much, because he didn't want me to worry, but I could see it on his face." she closed her eyes breathing deeply as she thought about that time in her life. Watching her husband internally destroy himself because he was racked with guilt over his actions was not a fun experience. "It changes a person Wanda and you don't have to fee ashamed. It will take time, but one day you'll be able to reconcile your experience and rise above them."

Wanda understood what Laura was saying. It was why she was here after all. Clint had wanted her to be like normal girl and to escape from the more familiar urban city surroundings she was accustomed to. It wasn't like it hadn't worked either; se felt far more relaxed than she did at the compound. Plus she had spent the past few days being treated like family with the Bartons, for which she was grateful.

The only thing she hadn't really managed to do thus far was reconcile with Pietro's death. In fact she almost avoided entirely. She hadn't even mourned for him after he died, just killed UItron and many of his robots. She joined the Avengers to honor his sacrifice to Hawkeye, whom she would forever feel indebted to but she hadn't honored Pietro himself.

The only time she had come close was after his funeral several weeks before

Wanda stood in an all black dress graciously provided to her by Natasha in front of Pietros grave. her hands clasped together in front of her tears streaking down her cheeks as she looked at the headstone the carried her brothers name. the funeral had been short with Pietro dressed in a suit and gently placed in his casket, before it was shut and buried.

Wanda hadn't even been able to stay for the entire proceeding. After the casket was closed she all but ran and hid in her room until Steve came by to check up on her saying that the funeral was over and where she was ready Wanda could come out to join the others for dinner if she wanted.

Instead she trudged back to the gravesite where she now stood just looking at her brothers headstone. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you." She whispered in agony I told you not to come back for me until everyone was safe. I didn't think about yours." Wanda placed one of her hands on the gravestone, tears dripping on the smooth surface 'I promise you brother, to fight as you would and never let anyone suffer as I have suffered. I- I love you" she told the gravestone before turning and trudging back to the compound to meet with the others.

Needless to say she hadn't really kept that promise because she spent most of her time wallowing in self-pity since then. The words she said to herself hadn't really sunk in for she kept blaming herself for her brother's death. THEY chose to help Ultron, THEY chose to fight that battle, knowing full well the risk of losing their lives in the process.

But what Laura said was true. It was going to take time, regardless of anything, those demons would never be quelled the way she wanted them to be.

"I" she began but she really didn't know what to say to something like that. the thing was, it definitely wasn't a painless process and Laura could talk about it all she wanted but she never had to deal with the experience herself, not that Wanda wanted the woman to do so. Instead she just turned away from Laura and began eating, silently indicating that she wanted to end the conversation.

Laura understood and instead took her infant son to his highchair at the table, which was conveniently next to Wanda. After securing him in the seat, Laura quickly returned to the kitchen likely to grab a baby bottle for Nathanial.

That was actually one of Wanda's first questions when she met Laura. Why didn't she feed Nathaniel the natural way rather than using a baby bottle. Not that Wanda was interested in Nathaniel's feeding schedule but it had been a question that she blurted out like an immature child when she was still not sleeping very well.

Long story short it was because Laura didn't want to make Wanda feel uncomfortable while still being with the family. Sad part is Wanda herself became embarrassed just for asking.

On the bright side Nathaniel seemed to take a liking to Wanda from the first moment he saw her, as the first night at dinner would tell everyone.

Wanda continued eating her pasta after Cooper finally stopped badgering her with questions. She didn't mind the questions nor was she as annoyed with answering them like Laura was, but it did make her uncomfortable to use them so childishly, especially since she didn't under stand them all to well. that and "accidently hurting a child via levitation" was not something she wanted to explain to anyone.

That being said it was hard to focus on anything when the pasta was as delicious as it was. It wasn't anything special, just some marinara but Wanda couldn't help but wish she had something like this every day. Unfortunately though she could feel some emotion in the air that her powers were having trouble ignoring. It was something akin to a heart monitor slow and steady but then it would speed up briefly before calming down then repeating the cycle over and over again. it would wash over her again and again making it hard to enjoy her meal. Not irritating but a distraction none the less.

Placing her utensils down, she briefly glanced around the table. Everyone was still eating except for the baby himself, who was gazing at Wanda with curious eyes; once Wanda made direct eye contact with him, Nathaniel smiled widely and let out a small chortle of sorts, reaching both of his tiny hands out to the young Sokovian as if calling out to a teddy bear, before vocalizing several cries as if begging for her attention. Clint seemed to notice and gazed at his infant son, before following the child's eye and found himself staring at his ally, causing the father to break out into a warm smile. "It seems our little Nathaniel likes you Wanda." He said as the baby continued to reach out to Wanda.

Wanda couldn't help but smile back at the infant, who was seated next to Laura. Gently standing up, she made her way over to her friend son, who squealed with happiness at getting Wanda's attention and he raised his hands up grasping the air as if to say 'take my hand'

Smiling sweetly Wanda extended her hand to the child letting him grasp her index finger Nathanial giggled as he shook Wanda's finger like a fisherman who caught his prey.

It was a sweet moment. and in that moment all of Wanda's negative emotions drained away.

It now had become routine for Wanda to play with the infant whenever they were in the same room together. At least until she went to bother Clint with something or help Laura around the house. Speaking of which…

Clint trudged his way into the kitchen, still scowling but it quickly vanished when he saw his wife son and ally in the kitchen; Laura had just finished the baby bottle and was walking over to the table, while Wanda alternated between playing with the baby and eating her waffles.

What a wonderful sight to wake up to in the morning am I right? or it would be if Laura wasn't giving Clint the evil eye. She spent all night cleaning the kitchen (or rather having Clint do it since it was his mess) so needless to say her temper was a bit short with the lack of sleep she had gotten.

Clint gulped remember what had happened before his couch side banishment and wisely ignored his wife (aside from saying a pleasant "good morning" and went to the coffee pot to make a cup of coffee this morning.

Wanda, still eating her breakfast looked at Clint and giggled slightly before asking "are you still going to teach me how to ride that motorcycle she asked with a smug look on her face (Laura had told Clint not to treat Wanda too much like a child. She would still have to ride the bike but Laura was making sure that Clint taught her to ride the motorcycle sooner rather than later).

Clint looked at Wanda in response and nodded, giving her a smile "Just let me have my morning cup then we can go kid" he stated. Gathering the ingredients to make the cup he so desired. Wanda just laughed at his misfortune and finished her breakfast before spending some time playing with Nate while Clint had his morning coffee.

After Clint had his coffee, he led Wanda to the quinjet, where they took Natasha's motorcycle from its resting place and took it to the edge of the remote Barton farm where they would be able to practice without the revving engine being so loud as to disturb the other members of the family.

Needless to say Wanda was really looking forward to driving this sweet powerful vehicle more than she was learning to actually drive a car. Clint said that would need to be done too, but a motorcycle fit Wanda's preference more than a car did and it was a far more useful tactical advantage in tight spots.

Clint parked the bike in a patch of grass making sure it would stay upright before turning to Wanda and gave her the sternest most serious look that she had ever seen him give her in the short time she had known him. "Now you listen to me Wanda Marya Maximoff!" he growled "I may no longer be an Avenger but listen to me when I tell you, this!" he gestured to the vehicle "Is not a toy. People can die on this thing if you are not careful. It is my job to make sure you are properly prepared to use this when the time comes. Can I count on you to be a good student?"

Wanda would have giggled at he seriousness of the display before her but seeing that Clint had that crazy look in his eye stood up straight and gave him a determined nod. "Yes" she said confidently

Clint's stern façade faded into a sly smile before he turned and patted the seat of the Motorcycle "Then hop on" he said

Wanda quickly sped towards the bike only for Clint to stick out his arm in front of her, his stern attitude reappearing "Gently!" he chided her.

Curbing her enthusiasm Wanda made her way towards the bike and sat on the seat, shifting her limbs to make sure she was on it properly

"Ok" Clint stated "remember these key points about being on the motor cycle at any point Wanda. The hand clutch lever is typically located on the left handlebar and is used to disengage the power from the rear wheel when shifting gears." Wanda placed her hand on the clutch getting a feel for it, looking at Clint for confirmation

Once Wanda was in the proper position, Clint continued "The gear shifter is typically located by your left foot and is used to shift one gear up or down while you're pulling the clutch lever." Wanda shifted her left foot, getting used to the gear shifter "The throttle is on the right handlebar and used to accelerate. The handbrake, which applies the brakes to the front wheel, is the lever on the right handlebar." Wanda moved to grasp the throttle testing its movement"The lever on the right side of the bike near your foot works the rear brake." Wanda shifted her right foot enjoying the lesson already

"Finally, as a rule, the left side of your motorcycle controls gears, while the right side controls acceleration and braking." Clint finished "But by no means does this make you an expert. Knowing is half the battle." He explained, before going to the bike and turned the ignition.

Wanda nearly jolted from feeling the bike she was on come to life but steadied herself and fixed the gear so that she could stay n the bike without it falling over. Clint stepped back folding his arms and watching Wanda carefully "Ready?" he said

Wanda nodded before turning her gaze to the horizon in front of her. "Keep up old man!" she replied snarkily, before putting the motorcycle in gear and accelerating.

Only to go zooming off faster than she intended. With a surprised shriek, Wanda instinctively and abruptly hit the brake. This unfortunately had the side affect of causing the bike to stop short.

And what happens when you're not wearing a vehicle designed to have a seatbelt? Why gravity kicks in of course. Wanda, unprepared for the sudden stop was tossed off the front end of the motorcycle and she found herself flying through the air. Before she began descending towards the ground.

Thankfully her powers activated sensing the danger she was in and the red mist enveloped her in a protective bubble before she hit the ground. If only her pride could be protected just as easily.

Groaning in embarrassment, Wanda picked herself off of the ground, turning to see her beloved hot rod had fallen to the ground. Undaunted she picked up the bike and sat on it once more resetting her position. She put the bike in gear once more only to go through the exact same process all over again.

Clint sighed watching the poor girl fail time and time again. This was going to be a long day.

By the time the morning gave way to the afternoon, Wanda had more or less mastered accelerating on her favorite new Avengers certified motorcycle, but was still nowhere ready to actually get her license. It had taken her the better part of an hour just to stop falling off the way she did, but that only gave way to turning so fast she would still go flying off.

In short Wanda was doing a better job learning how to fly then she was being on her motorcycle. Clint was far from amused. If this was what he had to look forward to teaching his actual kids to drive me might be better of taking them to a driving school then teach them himself

Wanda on the other hand was having more fun than she ever had in her life. Sure she was tired, had suffered minor bruises and whiplash during the many hours of practice and was in desperate need of a break, but she was having fun and that's what mattered. Clint certainly was a patient teacher even if she was a frustrating student.

Unfortunately their training session was ruined when Lila came barreling towards herfather, who stood watching Wanda about to get on the motorcycle one more time before his children tackled him to the ground.

For a guy with great eyesight his ears need work if he can't hear his own children coming to greet him. Groaning from the unexpected attack, he sat up and caught a glimpse of his kids who were currently hugging him tightly and nuzzling in hos chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he said ruffling her hair. Lila looked up at her father with shining eyes and replied "Mom says you and Wanda have to get ready for dinner since you've been teaching Wanda to drive all day."

Clint chuckled and gave Lila a kiss on the forehead "alright tell her I'll be there in a minute." He said grabbing Lila and picking her up, taking her in his arms while he reverted back to a standing position. Lil took this as a cue for a hug ad wrapped her limbs around her father. Clint smile and squeezed his daughter gently in return before placing her back on the ground, nudging her back to the house "run along now!" he said. Lila nodded before running back to the house.

Turning his attention back to Wanda, who was about to rev up the motorcycle once more, getting her attention by whistling.

"Hey Wanda!" he called as she looked in his direction "Time to call it a day, Laura wants us inside for dinner."

The girl nodded and took the motorcycle to Clint. "You did great today, now why don't you go inside and wash up while I put this away.

Wanda nodded before taking off leaving Clint to return the motorcycle to the quinjet.

After washing up and having dinner Wanda went outside with Clint to enjoy the evening. She took a seat next to him in one of the rocking chairs. "Clint, I was wondering something."

"Yeah what's up." He asked still enjoying his chair.

"That lake we went to earlier this week. It wasn't far by car. Do you think I could walk there?" Wanda asked. The times she had spent by that lake were the most fun for her. it was very similar to a lake that was near the compound and Wanda enjoyed how beautiful it was a night

"Sure. It only takes about 15 minutes. See that path over by the side of the house? Stay on it and it'll take you to the lake."

Wanda smiled and got up and "I'll be back in a while" she stated. As she walked she heard Clint yell at her. "Be on your way back before 9! It gets really dark then!"

Wanda kept walking. "Got it!"

Finding the path and following it to the lake was an easy thing for her and when she got there, she smiled a bright smiled as she stood there in awe of the beautiful lake. She hadn't spent time here at night as they had left long before the sun had set, but as an adult not to mention and Avenger she felt she had little to worry about. Taking a seat, she pulled one of her legs to her chest and began picking up pebbles and skipping them on the water smiling the better that she got at it.

She kept this up for what felt like an hour until heard a noise and turned to see a young man approaching her with a large sketchpad in his hands. Her eyes widened as she immediately recognized him The young man looked about her age though maybe a year or two older. He was about Clint's height with short dark brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin. It was the same man she had bumped into at the mall the previous day. As he approached, Wanda stood up and she could feel nervousness radiating off him. not that she was doing any better because wow her brain decided to take a vacation at the moment. trying her best to regain her composure he cleared her throat nd offered him a sweet mile

"Hi..." He said still nervous but trying to hide it, somewhat of a farcryfrom his demeanor back at the mall. Wanda could hear his unguarded mind. "God she's even more pretty up close." She heard him think causing her to blush.

He started. "I saw you by the shore…. You… you looked so beautiful, I started to draw you…" He managed to ramble out as he held his sketchpad out flipped to the page with her drawing on it.

Wanda had to admit that she found the shy young man was cute as well especially with how nervous he was around her. In Sokovia most of the young men hadn't even paid her a second thought so having someone who clearly though that she was pretty was quite flattering. That and Pietro threatened to skin them alive him they ever looked at her. Letting her take a look, Wanda took a look at the drawing and she was impressed. The picture showcased Wanda as the center of it with her leg up to her chest and a sweet smile on her face. The picture looked gorgeous and Wanda smiled. "This is beautiful work. You're a talented artist."

The young man blushed back at her comment. "She liked it? Oh thank god she liked it!"He thought.

"May I keep this?" Wanda asked. "I know this is yours but I just love this so much."

"It's yours." He offered. "Oh wow I can't believe she liked it that much! I thought she was just being nice."

"I'm Wanda." She said extending her hand.

The young man shook it, a jolt of electricity jumping through Wanda's hand at them contact. "Xander."

Wanda smiled as the young man cleanly ripped the drawing out of his book and offered it up to her. Wanda took the age holding I gently so that she didn't rip the delicate sheet. "I'm staying with the Barton's for the next two weeks if you want to do some more drawings. Perhaps we can meet here again around the same time?"

Xander nodded give Wanda a smile that made her heart melt. "I'm staying in the house on the other side of the forest if you ever want to come over." He said gesturing to a path that led in the opposite direction that Wanda had come from.

"I think I will." Wanda smiled as she yawned. "It's getting late. I should go back before Clint or Laura get worried."

"Goodnight Wanda." Xander said beaming at her as she turned and left.

"Goodnight Xander." Wanda smiled as she found herself walking back with a permanent smile on her face and a jump in her step.

Once she made it back to the Barton's she could see that Clint had probably gone back inside and most of the lights were out. Wanda made her way inside quietly hoping to not wake up any of the kids or the parents since it seemed that everyone was fast asleep.

As she made her way to the stairs, her eyes caught the plastic tub of Nutella that was left on the high top. Wanda's walk and talk had made her somewhat hungry so she silently grabbed the plastic tub off the high top and pulled out a spoon and began snacking on it. As she turned around to head back up the stairs she saw both Clint and Laura standing a few feet in front of her. Their sudden appearance startled her so Wanda let out a small scream and dropped the plastic tub letting it bounce on the ground. Clint and Laura smirked as Wanda's face looked surprisingly similar to a toddler caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Clint turned to his wife and said. "I told you she had a sweet tooth."

Wanda dropped down to the floor and scrambled to pick up the discarded tub and spoon that she had dropped. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were still up I didn't intent to wake you both I was just hungry…"

Clint interrupted her by getting down to her level and giving her a kiss on the top on her head effectively shutting her up. "It's ok Wanda. No harm was done. We're all guilty of sneaking off at night to snake on Nutella."

Laura nodded as Clint helped Wanda back to her feet. He then took notice of the sketch paper sheet on the table. "What's this?" He asked intrigued.

He then grabbed the sheet and showed it to his wife. Both of them grinned at her. Wanda gave a nervous laugh. "It's a long story…"

Ok,that is the end of everything written in "A Different Kind of Speaking". Time to get the story moving forward from here. now that Xander and Wanda have met, there will be plenty of sweet moments between them, so if you have any ideas for a date, feel free to share. :)

Till next time.