I'm working on adding a twist into it. Some of you are expecting it, others can probably guess. But for now, this will have to do. Have fun.

As soon as we touched down, Wanda and I were rushed to the infirmary. I saw Dr. Horne sigh when he saw me but a look of surprise appeared when Wanda was brought in. Natasha informed him of our conditions as we were taken in to separate rooms to be assessed. After that, I was placed into a ward with Wanda and a couple of other agents injured in various missions.

We were being kept in overnight; Dr. Horne wanted to make sure we were well fed and hydrated. I sat in my bed, twiddling my thumbs out of pure boredom. Wanda had fallen asleep due to exhaustion but I didn't want to. It may have been half two in the morning but I had so much going on in my head, there was no chance of me sleeping.

Anger was one of the main emotions sitting on my chest. I wanted revenge on Doom for putting me back in here. I just needed a break and yet the bastard had set me back. There was also anger at myself. I couldn't protect my best friend even though I swore that I wouldn't let her get hurt.

I kept formulating plans of how I could get back at him; what I would do. I was gonna need my best friend's help to play some mind games. I was going to make him regret taking Sokovia under his 'rule'; I wanted him to burn for locking us up in a cell and then threatening to drown me. He would realise just who I am; what I'm capable of at seventeen years old. I'm an Avenger and I'm going to avenge my innocence.

The next thought I had was how bloody early it was. The sun shone through the windows in our ward and given the fact I'm right next to said windows, it woke me up straightaway. I don't actually remember falling asleep as I was so lost in concentration of planning revenge.

I looked at the small clock on the wall to see that it was half seven in the morning. Shifting to lie on my back, I checked on Wanda who was staring at me with a huge smile. She was radiating joy. I checked the other two women; they were still asleep.

"Why are you so happy?" I whispered, I couldn't not help but smile back, her happiness was so contagious.
"I woke up for the first time in over a week, finding myself not in that damp, dark cell because at one point, I'm not gonna lie, I thought being rescued was all a dream so waking up here is making me feel great."
"We'll be released later which is even better."
"That is good news."

We sat there talking for a few hours, watched the other agents wake up for breakfast and then immediately fall asleep again as soon as they were done. I wonder why they're in, anyway. There have been no missions these past few weeks that involved injuries.

Dr. Horne came in at ten o'clock to conduct more tests and a nurse hung a couple more hydration packets, attaching them to our drips. This is clearly a very long process. Rehydrating and re-adjusting to food. It's kinda difficult when hospital food is such a disaster. The porridge looks worse than ration pack food.

The fluids did help, admittedly as I felt so much better and stronger but they were an awful nuisance to life. I couldn't manoeuvre my left arm very well because of all the wires connected to me. The bags had to be changed often as well so it was constant. It was never the same fluid either. They were all different, making sure our bodies were fully functioning again.

We had to have extra bags as well due to being enhanced, it meant we needed more fluids and different kinds.

I had managed to convince a nurse to let me sit next to Wanda as well, in a wheelchair, mind, so we could talk better on the basis I would go back to my bed for lunch. I felt fine and I didn't have any troubles with my legs but I had to have a wheelchair just in case they needed to quickly wheel me back to my bed.

We were having a conversation about what happened to all our equipment and our suits when Tony walked in at that moment. He had a small grin on his face as he sat himself down in the chair next to Wanda's bed.

"Hey, girls. How are you feeling?"
"We're good. We're hopefully leaving later after the results of our latest tests."
"That's good news. Did I hear you discussing your suits?"
"You did indeed. What's happened to them?"
"I've cleaned them both up and they're hanging up in your room. Your gun and knives are back in the armoury."
"Thanks…Uncle Tony."
"When has this become a thing?" He spluttered.
"Well, we figured because you're so awesome and you all treat us like family, we're gonna start referring to you all as our aunts and uncles."
"Oh really?" He grinned. "Well, we all love you like family. I'm not gonna lie, we were a mess when we discovered you had gone missing."
"N'aww."
"I gotta back to work; I just wanted to make sure my nieces were happy and looked after.
"See ya, Tony."

We were left alone again for a while. Dr. Horne walked in with a nurse and a smile after a couple of hours. He handed me a clipboard and a pen, and then Wanda the same.

"Your discharge papers, ladies. Ms Romanoff is bringing you both clothes soon."
"The test results were good, then?"
"Everything was as it should be, your enhancements taken into account as well." I grinned.
"What's the ruling on training, doc?" I started filling in the forms without any hesitation.
"You're both re-hydrated. You're fluid levels are perfectly normal for your enhanced status. You're both fit for training." Best news ever.
"That's great news."
"Any issues, I want you straight back to see me. Understood?" We both nodded.
"Thank you, Dr. Horne."

Natasha came in as he was leaving and dropped a bag onto the end of Wanda's bed and two pairs of boots on the floor. She sat herself in the chair that Tony occupied earlier and rested her feet on Wanda's bed.

"You guys are looking healthier, and happier," she smirked at us.
"I feel great," I smiled at the spy, reaching for the bag.
"I grabbed a couple of uniforms for you to change into just until you're into your room. You can change back into your suits then."
"What's on schedule, training-wise, for the rest of the day?" I pulled out a set of trousers, socks, and a combat shirt for Wanda before resting the bag in my lap.
"Gym session; weights and punch-bug. And then, your final ever lecture."
"On what?"
"It's a surprise." I growled in frustration.
"I hate surprises, you know that, Romanoff."
"C'mon, Nat. Please?" Wanda implored.
"Not a chance, girls. Be at the hall in two hours." She stood up, giving us both a hug and then left.
"I'll get changed first then, shall I?" Wanda nodded. With a kiss to her forehead, I stood up from the chair and made my way to the small toilet, pulling on the ruddy uniform that really got on my nerves. It often got people confused and Agents would start ordering me around, well attempt to, anyway. With a flash of my ID card, it would often set them straight.

Once I was done, I shouldered the bag and walked back into the ward, grabbing a pair of boots to start tugging them on to my feet. Wanda got changed quickly, as always. We left our hospital gowns, or tablecloths as I like to call them, on our beds and left the hospital. I bid a farewell to Dr. Horne as a thank you on the way out and then linked Wanda's arm through mine.

"Ready, bestie? We've got training to finish." I grinned at the young Sokovian. She smiled back and nodded.
"Let's go kick ass."

How'd it go?