This is a continuation of yesterday's One-Shot. I really enjoy writing Wanda lately xD I was wondering about this ever since Age of Ultron hit theatres and now I am dealing with the one missing vision. It came out a little rushed and I'm dealing with migraines a lot lately, so please forgive me.

October 24th: Secrets

(Rated K+, Wanda and Clint friendship)

The cup of tea on the kitchen table in front of her slowly cooled down, but Wanda wasn't paying it much attention. She smiled as she watched little Nathaniel play with his toys next to the couch. The baby was so pure and wonderful to be around. His mind was not yet worried about anything. Wanda loved to be around the Barton children in general. Cooper was about ten and therefore still too innocent to spread a negative attitude. Laura was a wonderful loving mother and her thoughts were mostly about her children. She was worried about her husband and how things would go in general sometimes, but that wasn't something Wanda couldn't deal with. When Clint was with his family he had positive thoughts and feelings too. He was a different Clint in his home than the one she had met back in South Africa. The Clint who lived with his family thought about parent-teacher-days and homework, about doing the shopping and if it was time to feed the baby already. This Clint didn't think about his team-mates and if he would live to see the light of another day.

Wanda had eventually called Clint while staying with the team, but instead of telling him about what the others were going through she told him that she hadn't seen him for a long time and if she could visit for a few days. She had needed that change of environment. She knew she was being selfish, but she couldn't deal with the atmosphere in the Facility any longer - she needed a break. Clint had been happy she had missed him and invited her to stay a week which she gladly accepted. Now it was her second day in the middle of nowhere and it was so relaxing.

Laura entered the kitchen and smiled at Wanda: „Hey Wanda... is everything fine? Do you need anything?"

Wanda smiled too and shook her head no: „Thank you, Laura... I am alright."

Nodding lightly Laura passed the other woman and knelt down to Nathaniel: „Hey little man... it's time for bed. It's eight already."

Nathaniel dropped the Poo-Bear-plushee he had been holding and lifted his arms up to his mother. Laura grinned and picked him up: „You are really tired, I see..." She continued talking to the young boy while carrying him out of the room and up the stairs. Wanda took a sip of her tea and watched them leave. Soon after that Clint entered the kitchen area and sat down next to her. She could sense he was restless and something was bothering him. Wanda hesitated, but she decided to bring it up eventually: „Are you okay? You seem so tense..."

Clint smiled a small smile: „I knew you would be able to tell... you are looking better yourself today. Did you catch some sleep?"

Wanda gasped: „How could you tell? Did I look so bad when I arrived?"

Clint shook his head: „No... but I have children. I know when something is not as it's supposed to be and I knew when you called me."

Trying to avoid the subject to not bother him in addition she sighed: „It's nothing... I am more worried about you. Do you want to talk?"

Rolling his eyes Clint answered: „I want you to tell me first. Then I can tell you. It's kind of a weird thing to ask someone so I don't want to go like a bull at the gate."

Wanda couldn't read his mind clearly so she decided to take the deal: „Fine... it's just... I love the others and we are a great team, but they are really complicated. They act like everything is alright, but at night... the nightmares come. And I know because my powers make me see what they see... feel what they feel. I can't sleep. I can't talk to them because I feel like I enter their private space without permission and they could be angry."

Clint looked at her and listened closely. When she finished he quietly spoke up again: „Don't think that way. You are a team, and in a team you can talk about everything, even if it's making you uncomfortable. This thing is dragging you down a lot and that's terrible. Maybe you can tell Steve. He will find a way to help you for sure. He would never be bothered by that."

Wanda started chewing on her bottom lip: „Are you sure? He deals with a lot of things - I know. He doesn't need even more stuff to think about."

Clint sighed: „Wanda... everyone has their demons, but your situation is really affecting your health too. What if there is an incident and the Avengers have to help and you can't concentrate because you are tired? Please talk to one of the others. They will understand."

Wanda looked down and nodded: „You're right... I hope there will be a moment for that."

Clint put a hand on the woman's shoulder: „Just pull through with it. It will be okay."

Wanda smiled before becoming more serious again: „What did you want to ask me about?"

Clint fidgeted with his fingers: „Well... don't think I'm all too crazy or something... but I kind of need to know something. Natasha has been calling a lot ever since we met in South Africa. She needed someone to talk about the things she had seen that day. The horrible memories... She said Steve was not talking about his experience so she wouldn't share hers with him. Probably he was better off dealing with it on his own. I wonder... how did you do that and what would you have done to me?"

Hesitantly Wanda wrapped her hands around the teacup: „I... I am not the one choosing. Those things are centered around ones greatest fears. Sometimes it is things from a person's past... like Natasha's vision. Sometimes it wants to make you feel miserable for things you weren't able to experience in your past. It shows you a past that would have been better probably - like Steve's vision. Often it's a possible future - something that could happen. It's something you fear might happen and if you do something wrong, it also will happen. Tony and Thor had those... sometimes it's a mix."

Clint nodded and hesitated before answering: „So... you are not making it... You can't tell me what I would have seen if you got to me?"

Wanda shook her head lightly and looked down at the tea: „No. Sorry, Clint."

Turning a little to hear if Laura had already finished beadtime-routine with the kids Clint stayed silent. After a few moments he turned to Wanda again: „Can... you show me?"

Wanda blinked a few times and sighed: „Why would you want that? It's cruel..."

Clint sighed too and looked down: „It haunts me... I keep thinking about it and I want to make my peace with it."

Wanda bit her lip and looked at him again: „Are you sure?"

Clint nodded and kept silent. Wanda hesitated and eyed the door again before the red glow around her fingertips appeared. She rose her hands up and let the red energy cloud the archer's head.

He closed his eyes for a moment and found that the kitchen was gone when he opened them again. He looked around him and gasped. In the distance he could hear circus music and the big top was being packed up again. He wasn't there, however, but now he could hear footsteps on their way towards him. This was familiar, he had been here before.

Suddenly a big man with a sword accompanied by a younger one approached an out of an instinct he grabbed an arrow and aimed at them: „Don't come any closer!" He was startled by his own voice. He sounded much younger.

The man laughed and aimed the sword at him: „You're good kid, but never challenge your master when you can't win."

He knew what that was now. It was the day he was supposed to die. He was 15 years old and he wanted to flee the circus, but Barney wouldn't let that happen because without his brother they wouldn't let him stay either.

Clint saw how his hand was shaking, but he shot nevertheless. The older man was surprised by his action and managed to dodge the arrow last minute. He then marched towards Clint aggressively: „Don't you dare! I'm gonna kill you, you worthless sucker!" He flung the sword at him, but Clint ducked and started running, but the other man caught up with him on the open field near a road. He grabbed Clint by the arm. Helplessly the Clint wriggled and tried to break free, but the angry Swordsman held him firmly and rammed the sword through his stomach. Barney caught up with them eventually and started swearing like a mad sailor when he saw the damage was done. The older man dropped Clint and started cleaning the blade.

Clint felt the need to scream and cry, but he knew the other man would hit him again and kill him immediately if he did. Barney screamed at his partner in crime: „What the fuck?! I told you to scare him so he will not try to leave! He's the one keeping me here!" Barney tore at his hair before quickly kneeling down to check on his younger brother.

Clint knew what he had to do. He focused everything he had on not breathing and not moving. Barney luckily only watched the kid and briefly touched his chest above the wound before standing up: „He's barely alive! We need to get help!"

The Swordsman now aimed the weapon at the older Barton: „No! Too much trouble... we just leave him here to die and if anybody finds him, we say there was a party and we don't know anything."

Barney argued with him a few more minutes before walking away in the direction they came from frustrated.

Clint now moved towards the road and stumbled every second step. The pain was intense and it was keeping him from thinking properly, but slowly the scenery vanished again. He thought he would be back, but he rather found himself in a field near the Barton farm. He was holding a crying Nathaniel in his arms. Confused he moved closer to where the house was and was greeted by a horrible scene. The house was on fire - and the worst thing: Laura and the other kids were nowhere to be seen. Clint clutched Nathaniel tighter and shook his head in disbelieve. He started panicing and walked around the property to search for anything... anyone. It was no use, but eventually Nate stopped crying. The young boy started calling for his mommy over and over again.

After what felt like an eternity Clint's vision faded to black and he was back, sitting at the table next to Wanda.

Wanda looked down and held onto her teacup again: „I... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have..."

Clint shook his head and pulled the young woman into a hug: „It's okay, Wanda... I am the one who has to apologize."

Wanda accepted the hug gladly and spoke in a low voice: „Clint... You weren't meant to see those things... and I wasn't too. I should have said no."

Clint slowly let go and met her eyes with his: „Now I finally know... it's going to bother me a little, but not knowing bothered me even more. Don't feel bad, okay?"

Looking away Wanda nodded.

Clint stood up and took her teacup with its long cold contents with him: „I'm making hot chocolate... do you want that too?"

Wanda tried a smile and looked up to the kitchen area: „Yes... that would be great."