Chapter Text
Sokovia is in ruins, hundreds are dead, men, women, children all dead. Thousands homeless. The country was wrecked, destroyed everything was under rubble and fire nothing was left. Sokovia was no longer habitable at least not now or maybe ever. Natasha knew Tony was already working on a charity fund for the people of Sokovia but that wouldn't change the lives that were taken it didn't matter how much was given back to the people of Sokovia they could never gain what was lost and that Natasha knew.
But Natasha was more worried about the child that was curled up in a ball at the corner of the quinjet, they were still in Sokovia but were planning on leaving soon, and not once had she looked at anyone or anything she just sat there crying for the loss of her brother, her home and everything. Natasha knew she was going to need someone to guide her to be there for her even if she says she doesn't or denies it she needs someone to show her that she is worth being alive and that's she, not a weapon.
Wanda Maximoff was lost in a sea of noise and chaos. She had nothing and no one left in the world. She was now a solitary figure in a world of enemies. She was angry with herself and everyone around her. Why shouldn't she be? She'd been orphaned at the age of six, but at least then she'd had her brother, Pietro. But now she had not even him. He was gone. It had taken mere seconds for him to ripped away from her. For the entirety of her family to be gone.
Wanda was a mess her long reddish-brown hair was dirty and falling apart from its braid, her clothes were falling apart they were torn and had holes on them, she had lost her shoe somewhere during the battle with Ultron. Her hands were raw, her knees were skinned and her feet bleeding from stepping on glass and her back was bruised. Wanda who was planning on staying on Sokovia to die just like her brother to join him. She didn't have anything to live for after everything was taken away from her she was all alone she had no one. But a woman found her and brought her to the plane she tried to put her in a seat but she had fallen to the floor and curled into herself. The woman hadn't spoken to her but she didn't need to.
The woman who feared the past that she was trying to forget a past she was desperately trying to run from but it always seemed to catch up with her. The red-haired woman. The trained spy. A trained weapon. A trained killer just like her but with more experience.
Maybe the woman wanted to hurt her for showing her those nightmares. Wanda wasn't sure. But isn't like Wanda cared. What did she have to live for? Nothing she had nothing to live for.
"I'm not angry at you and I'm not going to harm you, I plan on helping you," Natasha said in a calm tone. She wanted the girl to trust her and not think she going to do something malicious. Natasha also needs to make sure she was fed soon to, and something light as she was certain she had very little to eat and most of her food was probably stolen. The girl was underweight, the girl was also short too short for her age although Natasha didn't know she was certain she was shorter than most kids her age. She realized how small the girl was when she carried her to the quinjet.
Natasha knew currently that Steve and Stark were looking for Banner. Hawkeye was being treated by a medic. Thor was somewhere, but she was not sure where. They would all be on board soon.
The child sniffed but didn't cry. She finally looked up at Natasha.
"Why? HYDRA wouldn't show the same mercy if the tables were turned," she whispered. It was the only thing she could compare the situation to, though she'd not lived on a HYDRA base for nearly three years.
"I'm not HYDRA. You and I, we are a lot alike and I cannot leave you in a country that wishes you harm. I can't leave you with people who want you dead for something that is not your fault."
Wanda looked at her, shock evident on her face. She wasn't HYDRA anymore? How was that possible? That was one of the first lessons they taught you — you stay at HYDRA for life or you die. There was no in-between. HYDRA had taken her and Pietro off the streets when they were seven. That had been a hard-learned lesson. It had been harder when they'd been forced on the streets unless needed for battle. But even then they'd known better than to deny HYDRA.
The second had been to do as they were told or face the consequences. Wanda, for the most part, had easily done as she was told. Pietro had not until later. Not until they stopped punishing him and started punishing his sister for his misdeeds. He behaved after that. Not that it mattered anymore.
"You will have to sit in a seat and buckle in when we take off," Natasha said quietly.
The girl shrugged but didn't move. Natasha had many things running through her mind. How is she going to help this girl? Could she help her when she herself was broken? Could she be the person the girl needed? She had no idea what the girl name was nor had she told her own, maybe she could start there.
Natasha stood with grace, her movements eloquently gliding her body across the floor as she knelt by the girl.
"I'm Natasha and I want you to be part of my family."
Natasha watched the girl careful waiting for her reaction or rejection but the girl only shook before looking up at Natasha with tears running down her face. Wanda didn't know what to think should she stay or should she run and run until she couldn't run anymore but she didn't want to run she didn't want to be alone and the lady- Natasha was offering for her to no longer be alone.
"Wanda," had tears running in her eyes down her dirty cheeks and she throw her self in Natasah arms and sobbed, it was something Wanda never did or ever though she has done. Wanda felt the woman wrapped her arms around her and shush her it felt relaxing and comforting.
Natasha knew that she already made her choice and she made a right one, now she was no longer alone she had a daughter something she never thought she would have but her she was comforting a sobbing child who had nothing and no one like Natasha.