I am on a roll.
The doctor walked in later. I have to stay off training for a week, come for daily check-ups, attend counselling for two weeks and if the therapist says I need more I have to go for longer. The good news is, in the midst of the storm I created; Sam was swept of his feet and got a concussion from hitting his head. All clouds have a silver lining, I suppose. Wanda pretended to side with the doctor about the therapy but she was pushing her thoughts to me which told me the complete opposite. However she is on side with me off training for a week. I managed to negotiate me watching it, just not partaking in the activities. I'm not even allowed to leave the bloody infirmary until tomorrow.
When the doctor left, Wanda turned to face me. She pushed her thoughts out. What a bastard. I laughed, nodding in agreement. Hawkeye came to visit later. He made big point of reminding himself never to piss me off. Wanda had sat herself in a chair by this point but only because a nurse kept glaring. She was, however, sat as close to the bed as she could, playing with my fingers. Oh, the small things in life that amuse us.
Tasha came back later, minus Steve, just to make sure I was alright. Like she said, 'us women have to stick together'. She didn't accept it but she was the closest thing Wanda and I have to a mother. Hawkeye's our surrogate father but he loves it. His paternal instincts are so strong because of his kids. We've even been invited down to the farm but never had enough free time to go.
Night rolled around soon enough and the nurses failed to move Wanda from her seat. When they were gone, I faced Wanda.
"I will be fine, you know. I'm not in any danger."
"I don't like that room on my own. I'm happier next to you, in this chair." Ah, that's why. If she has a nightmare, there'll be no one to look after her. Plus, if it's the one about me leaving again, I don't think she'll cope to find me missing in the middle of her hysteria.
"Come up on the bed then," I patted next to me.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. C'mon, bestie; the cuddle monster is waiting to be unleashed."
She climbed onto the bed without hesitation, making herself comfy curled into a ball next to me, one arm draped over my stomach. I pulled her closer, seeing her contented smile of being loved and cared for. Like I said, I'm a cuddle monster. I pressed a kiss to her head and settled myself, waiting, as always, for Wanda to doze off first. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. No matter her abilities or what happened with Ultron, she was such a peaceful person. She really wasn't a fan of conflict.
There were no interruptions during the night, no nightmares, nothing to prevent a full eight-hour sleep. I woke up to find Wanda smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I chuckled as the smile grew into a grin.
"You know, you talk in your sleep, right?"
"What was I saying?"
"There were a few mumbles, I heard my name pop up a couple of times but that was the only distinguishable word. Everything was jumbled together."
"Sounds about right." I shrugged.
"Whatever happened though, you pulled me even closer than I was already. Not that I'm complaining at all, plus it was really cute."
"Oh really?"
"I feel safe with you. Me and you against the world, no matter what."
"Best friends for life." I clasped my hand with hers and grinned.
The doctor walked in. With a chirpy tone, he informed me that I could be discharged, and then left to grab some paperwork for me. I think he was glad that he was getting rid of me and Wanda as we could cause havoc if we wanted to. Wanda sat herself up and slid off the bed. With a quick kiss to the top of my head (that's a first. Guess she's serious about taking care of each other), she left to grab me a change of clothes.
All I could do was wait for someone to come back. The doctor came first, handing me a clipboard with a form to sign and the details of my therapy session. Wanda came back later with my leather jacket, favourite shirt, jeans and boots. It had all been custom made by Stark so I could use my abilities properly. The free-flowing movement that it allowed was a major pro as I was always on the move when using my abilities.
"You've still got a week off, what are you going to do with yourself?" Wanda questioned as I tied up my boots.
"I'm gonna be studying how Sam and Colonel Rhodes work and fight. Just so I can take them down when I'm back."
"Wilson, definitely."
"Without a doubt." A nurse rolled in a wheelchair.
"I'll be fine, I can walk."
"Are you sure? Dr. Horne recommended-"
"She said she's fine!" Wanda interrupted her.
"I'll leave it here, just in case." The nurse left.
Wanda refused to leave my side until I was healed, no matter how much I told her to train because I would still be there. Stark turned up a couple of days later, just to check on me. He does care, no matter how much he denies it. We started to talk about what I would wear out in the field which led to a trip to his lab at the tower. He started to show me a piece of protective material that was extremely durable that had been created in Hawai'i.
"How much have we got of this stuff?" I could so use this.
"Tons, I ordered in bulk and a range of colours."
"Why?"
"Cheaper," he shrugged.
"You're a billionaire and still a complete tightwad." I shook my head in amusement.
"Yeah but that's what makes me, me."
"Well, we can't argue with that, old man," The young Sokovian in the corner commented dryly. He shot her a look and she smirked in return.
"What are you gonna wear, Maximoff, huh?"
"We've sorted mine already, Stark. Remember or is old age getting to you?" He glared at her again.
"Can we get this in a different colour? My colour?" I changed the subject back.
"Ice blue? Sure, don't see why not. I think we've got some in storage." I grinned. "Friday?" He called to his A.I.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Can you check the storage manifesto for product 8-7Delta-468?"
"The hard-wearing fabric?"
"In an icy blue colour?"
"I confirm we have that in storage."
"Fantastic. I'm gonna go collect it now and we'll start work."
"Bring a couple of other blues as well," I called as Tony left the room.
"Sure, great. More to carry."
Wanda was smiling in amusement. I wandered to her side and she pulled me into a hug. Leaning her head against my chest, we stood in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. She entered my head again, to talk privately. Stark's having a lot of fun with this. I nodded. Because he cares about us secretly. I know. To be fair, so am I. I finally get a suit. Her red energy tendrils were floating around us, enveloping us. Aww, bless your cotton socks. Mean. Oh, you love me. Debatable. She hit me on the arm. Ouch, I was joking. You better have been. I love you lots and lots. Me and you taking on the world. Of course. Nothing will ever stop us.
Someone cleared their throat. We looked around to see Stark and Hawkeye standing there, slightly awkwardly holding rolls of material. Wanda's energy around us started to fade and I kissed her forehead before letting go. I smirked at the two men.
"Ready to get started?" Stark cracked a smile at the challenge.
So, how was it?