A/N: This is just a cute little chapter. At least that's what I think. This is sort of an introducing all the friendships and especially displacing Romanoff's friendship with Mr. and Ms. Barton. You'll see what I mean.

I've been thinking a lot about this chapter. And I mean a lot.

Also, Guest('s) who keeps writing reviews need to get an account so I can PM you and like thank you properly and talk to you ahha. I do really appreciate all of it.

S-B

Natasha's eyes shot up as she heard a scream echoing through her head. "WANDA?". Her eyes were jumping all over the room. Where was she? What happened? Where was Wanda? Her brain was working 500 miles per hours trying to figure out everything at once.

"Nat?" Natasha felt a hand on her arm and looked to her right. Laura Barton looked at her with worried eyes. Now she was definitely confused. It felt like she just was lying on that stone floor with Wanda plotting out how to escape. Or had they escaped? I mean she was in her room now, so she probably did. Or she definitely did. Or did she? How? Wait? What was going on again?

She lifted her left arm to her temple slowly massaging it. She could tell a headache was coming. The redhead groaned shaking her head and closed her eyes. She could feel Laura moving her pillow placing it up against the wall behind her back before carefully pushing her back letting her head fall back onto the pillow.

Natasha could hear the woman move around in the room and she slowly opened her eyes. She could see Laura standing by the door dimming the lights and Natasha hummed back in approval. She looked at Laura who was walking back to her bed and giving her a glass of water. The spy closed her hand around the glass and slowly started drinking.

"Natalia?" Laura started, looking at the other woman. Natasha hummed back giving back the glass of water and closed her eyes again. It was weird hearing Laura use her name again. Not that she hadn't used her name before, but Laura and Clint usually referred to her as Nat. When they were in a large group Laura always used Natasha, but when they were alone only the two of them, she preferred to use Natalia. She was really the only person that used her real name and when she did it was usually when they were having a serious conversation, or she wanted to talk about a serious or personal topic.

"Do you remember what happened?" Laura's voice was low, almost as a whisper. Natasha let out a sigh and opened her eyes. The other woman looked back at her. Her eyes were beautiful, kind and wise, and Natasha felt her eyes tear up as she looked at her. She felt like she had a certain obligation to answer the question, but she really didn't want too.

Before Natasha was never seen crying. She was described as strong with full control over her mental state. She was comfortable with everything, but now. She was nothing but a failure. Natasha looked at her friend. Laura had been nothing but kind to her over the last years she had known her, but now she couldn't even answer her question.

"Do you want me to get Clint?" Laura asked her patiently. Natasha nodded with her head down. She felt the tears building up, and it was nothing more she wanted then to see her best friend. In the corner of her eye, she could see Laura fish her phone from her pocket and writing a few sentences. A couple of seconds later Clint came running through the door. He stopped and looked at her with two teary eyes and Natasha looked back at him.

"Missed me, Hawkeye" She tried to keep her voice as study as possible but choked her last word as Clint walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into his neck. She couldn't help herself anymore. Her body was shaking, and she sniffed loudly. After 6 months of torture, she finally felt safe. Clint pulled slowly away and looked into her eyes. His warm smile just broke her heart.

"So, you were a part of the hero squad that rescued us?" Natasha's voice was shaking as she spoke. Clint shook his head slowly.

"No. I…I mean we. Just arrived a couple of hours ago. I was going to go help, but I couldn't leave her alone with three kids. And I knew Cap and Stark had it under control. So, in the meantime, we tried to find a babysitter. Then we came here. " Natasha felt the guilt building up in her. Has she really forced two of her best friends to leave their home, just for here?

"Don't worry Nat. We left them with some family friends who were more than happy to watch them for a couple of days." Laura looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"So, when are you guys leaving then?" Natasha looked at the couple in front of her with a worried look. She felt selfish even asking that, but she wanted them here. She needed them here. Even if she didn't want to admit it.

"In three days. We're leaving in the evening and will fly home during the night so we can pick up the kids in the morning. I am sure they all would have loved to see aunt Nat, but we figured it would be a bit much. Especially considering the Wanda situation."

Natasha felt her heart sink when Clint said Wanda's name. The way his eyes went from partly happy to be worried in seconds was not a good sign. Whatever happened could not be good. She had to see the girl. She just had to. She pushed herself out of bed stumbling when she tried to stand up. Natasha blinked, blacking out for a second.

Laura grabbed her just in time before she crashed into the floor throwing a terrified look at her husband. She had never seen Black Widow stumble and losing her balance like that. Ever. And she had seen her two kids jump at their aunt from two different directions at the same time while accidentally hitting her with a stick.

"Natasha what are you doing?!" Clint ran over to his wife grabbing Natasha. He looked at her with an annoyed and slightly angry look. She placed her hands on his chest pushing him away from her.

"I need to see her Clint. Either you help me walk to her or I'll go there myself." Natasha glared at him before she started walking. She felt her head spinning but forced herself to keep going. Behind her, she could hear Clint mumbling something about her stubbornness not disappearing. He jogged up to her and let her use him as a support. She gave him a thankful smile, and Clint couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Natasha's heart broke into a million pieces when she saw the young Avenger. Wanda was lying in a bed in the infirmary section of the Avenger facility hospital. She was in one of the smaller rooms. The room had three blue painted walls and one glass wall which reminded her way too much of the small glass prison. The room had minimal furniture with really only one bed and some chairs. Wanda was lying in the middle of the room. She looked so small in the huge bed. Besides her bed sat Steve, reading a book. He looked up at her and smiled with that warm smile only he could give her. He opened his arms and Natasha felt her body walking into a trans walking straight into his arms. "Thank you" She whispered.

He let her take his chair and she sat down on it looking at Wanda with sad eyes. She heard chairs being moved around in the room as the three others grabbed a chair of their own. "So, sleeping beauty finally woke up after three days of sleep hm?" Steve's voice was calm as he talked to her.

"Mhm, I guess so. Three days huu" Natasha answered still staring at the girl in the bed. The girl had a cut over her eye and her arm had a bandage wrapped tightly from her hand to above the elbow. She let her hand slowly glide over the bandage. The arm felt warm, an obvious sign of an injury. "What happened to her?" Natasha forced her head to turn around away from Wanda and looked at Steve.

"Well, both of you were pretty distance when we found you. I don't know if you remember anything at all, but all you really did was protecting her. You were all over, kicking and hitting everyone around you." Steve started.

"So pretty standard really" Clint interrupted with a smile. Steve nodded and continued.

"Yeah actually. I was kinda thinking after 6 months you would be, you know, tired, kind of out of shape, and you know not on top of your game. But it seemed like you were mostly fine." He paused and looked at her with a serious look. Natasha didn't know why but she felt guilty for some reason.

"It seemed to be mostly under control. That was until Wanda actually got hit. Then you lost all you chill. I don't think I have ever seen you so panicked over anything. For some weird reason, Tony had your Black widow's bite?" She nodded slowly. She had given them to him because they needed to be fixed after one of her missions.

"Yeah well at one point you even shocked yourself. And I don't know how that even is possible, but you did. Wanda, on the other hand, was not in the best place. But thankfully it was only a knife. Bucky got to her pretty fast and knocked out the guy that hit her, but not before they both got pushed down a staircase. But don't worry. Doctor Snow fixed her right up. All she said was that both of you need to take a couple of weeks off and sleep. You both seemed pretty tired." Natasha looked back at the girl. It was a lot to take in. She nodded slowly. Cap was right. She was tired, but she needed to stay with Wanda.

Natasha was almost asleep. It was about 11 pm and she had done nothing but stare at Wanda. She was leaning on Steve who sat beside her. She hummed softly when she felt his hand move on her back slowly, massaging her carefully.

Laura and Clint were both still in the room. Steve and Clint had moved one of the couches from one of the other bigger rooms and Laura were now lying on it with her head resting in Clint's lap deep asleep. Natasha had already told them that they didn't need to stay if they didn't want to. She was okay waiting for Wanda to wake up alone. She was especially thinking of Laura when she said it. The woman had looked beyond tired. She had probably been awake most of the night before, worrying about her. It was a typical Laura thing to do. After Clint had told Natasha about his secret girlfriend years back the two had become really close forming a strong sisterhood.

Natasha felt two hands move up her back, putting pressure on a sore point. "Mhpf, Steve what are you doing?!" Natasha whispered covering her mouth when she let out a muffled scream. She felt Steve's strong hands on her shoulder blade forcefully messaging it. The knot in her shoulder was a stubborn one and she couldn't help but let out another muffled scream. She looked at him with wide eyes as she was forced to bend forwards in pain.

Laura woke up by the sounds and watched as Natasha shrieked under the man's hand. She looked up at her husband to see if he had any plans on stopping it any time soon. He shook his head slowly signalizing they should let him keep going. He was probably right, but she hated to see Natasha in pain.

Natasha moaned as the knot finally gave in. "Steve please" She arches her back as she felt a shock down her spine. "Steve, please stop. You're just hurting me now" Natasha felt the hands stop and she turned around and looked into his sad eyes looking really hurt by her words.

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that Steve. It's just that I've been sleeping on the floor and almost every day gets thrown into the wall the last 6 months. My back is kinda cramped up. It was wonderful until, well, until that happened." she said softly giving him a reassuring smile. He nodded slowly and gave her a hug. She could tell he was very gentle with her now. Careful not to cause any pain.

"Thank you, Steve. For taking care of me and watching over Wan-" her voice died out when a small cry came from the bed.

"Wanda?" She whispered and she turned around to the bed. Steve looked at Natasha worried. Both Clint and Laura stood up walking over to them. Wanda had started to move around in the bed and a low sobbed came out. Natasha watched as the girl started to shiver and she couldn't help but feel a little bit helpless as she watched the other woman cry in her sleep.

"Wanda?" She slowly tried to wake the girl who at this point was shaking uncontrollably. She shook her gently but without response, the girl seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"She has been asleep for close to four days Natasha. Her body hasn't healed yet." Steve looked at Natasha to try to calm her. She felt sick just watching the girl twist and cry in her dreams. She almost gagged when she saw the body twist in pain for the second time and she was forced to drop the floor holding around herself so she wouldn't throw up.

Natasha had never really cared about blood or injuries before, but watching Wanda made her body really sick for some reason. The woman was too caught up in not throwing up that she hadn't noticed that a Scarlet red mist had started to form around the other girl.

"What is that?" Laura asked looking around in the room. The mist was starting to get heavier and covered most of the room already.

"It's her power. She doesn't have control over them in her sleep I think." Steve said looking at the other three. "I'll go and see if I can get any help. You guy be careful, and watch out in case it gets worse okay?" He turned around and walked out the door. They watched him through the glass as he walked down the hallway.

"Don't really know where he is going to get help since Stark gave literally everyone in this building a week off after you guys came home." Natasha looked at Clint with a horrified look.

"Yeah like everybody, everybody. Everyone was working like 120% when you were missing, so when you guys were finished treated by the medics, he sent everyone home. It's literally nobody in this building except us." Clint looked down at the girl in front of him. Tears were streaming down her face and she was mumbling something underneath her cries.

A red glow started to form in Wanda's right hand and Natasha looked at her. They needed to wake her up before she got completely out of control. Natasha lightly touched their girls' arm and for a quarter of a second, she felt a confection spark between them.

She stumbled back in surprise as she felt the spark. How was that even possible? Natasha looked around and met Clint and Laura's confused looks. She touched the hand again carefully before closing her eyes.

"Wanda, can you hear me?"

"Eh Nat? What are you doing?" Natasha jumped in surprise back as Clint touched her. She looked at him annoyed before she explained.

"When we got captured Wanda discovered or gained, this new power of telepathic conversations." Natasha looked at him again. She could tell he was skeptic still.

"So, mindreading," He said with an almost angry voice. God, he hated the mindreading thing. Natasha shook her head.

"No. Like a serious conversation like this just inside our heads. It was our primary way of communicating when we were separated. Before. Before she- " Natasha's voice died out. She looked at the woman in front of her. She knew that Wanda's powers stopping to work wasn't a coincidence.

Laura looked at her questioning and Natasha could feel her eyes burn into her head. Natasha was usually really good at hiding her feeling, but Laura had always had this sixth sense reading her like an open book. Natasha ignored her eyes and said.

"POINT IS… I felt a connection and maybe I can get to her with telepathy." Natasha walked back to the bed and place her hand in Wanda's arm. She closed her eyes and slowly moved her hand down the arm. Natasha felt her body getting heavier as her hand got closer to the opensource in Wanda's hand. Slowly she heard faint voices around in her head.

"Your friend can't help you anymore Wanda."

Natasha felt herself holding Wanda's hand tightly as she heard the voice getting higher and clearer.

"Now dear don't worry. This will only hurt for a second"

A picture flashes before Natasha's eyes as she sees a syringe getting forced into an arm before a loud scream rings through her ears as a forcefield throws her backward.