Wanda and Vision were standing in the courtyard. Magic training had progressed faster than she anticipated. The more she learned the more comfortable and in control she had felt in her body, more comfortable than she had since receiving the powers. Her new clothes were helping a lot too. She didn’t realize how much rewearing the same three sweatsuits was actually affecting her, but in her new all-black, skin tight workout gear she felt like she might actually belong here. Might actually be able to do these things everyone seemed to expect from her.
They were doing an exercise now that involved Vision throwing things at Wanda to dodge. They started off with soft objects and slowly upgraded to much heavier things. After a few sessions in the gym throwing actual weights, the pair had moved back outside, its space and fresh air made it a calming venue to practice. With no weights being outside however they had to improvise, which is why Vision was currently throwing rocks right at Wanda’s face, an obvious solution to this problem.
Ten minutes later they were rushing back into the compound, Wanda clutching her bleeding under eye.
“Once we get to the kitchen you need to rest and I will retrieve the first aid kit. I will fix this situation Wanda, and again I am incredibly sorry.”
Vision led her to the counter, she could feel the anxiety coming off of him in waves. “Vision, it’s really okay, I was the one that couldn’t block it.” She tried to reassure him as she leaned over the sink, taking her hand away from her face and letting the blood drop into the sink as Vis moved to find the first aid kit. She took a breath, wanting to stay calm for Vision’s sake, he already felt so bad.
A sudden shift to her left made her jump, as Natasha apparently materialized out of nowhere. “What happened?” The spy started, her tone blunt and cold, but not directed at Wanda.
This all felt too serious for such a silly mistake. “Vision threw a rock at me.” The witch tried to joke. Natasha’s demeanor did not get better with her response. The android was quick to jump in with more context.
“Wanda and I were performing one of our routine training exercises when there was an error in both my simulated attack and Wanda’s defense. Which resulted in the wound currently visible under Wanda’s left eye.” He explained quickly while opening the kit.
He did not make it further in his pursuits towards bandages before Natasha was moving him out of the way. “I can do that.”
“Agent Romanoff I am capable of performing-”
“So am I.” The spy cut him off.
Wanda felt a gentle hand moving her own from her face before pressing a paper towel to the wound. Those same hands that she could now identify as Natasha’s turned her around and lifted her like it was nothing until she was sitting on the counter. Her own hand was holding the towel in place on her face now as the spy walked towards the open first aid kit Vision had produced from a nearby closet.
“I can do that.” Natasha repeated. Placing a hand on Vision’s arm to stall his digging in the bag.
The tension in the room was palpable and Wanda didn’t know what to make of it, her main focus still being on the open wound in the middle of her face.
“Natasha, it was a mistake.” Wanda tried to help, still not understanding why Natasha was insisting on bandaging up the witch the way she was. Where had she even come from in the first place? Wanda was sure she had cried out in pain a bit when the rock made contact outside, but was it loud enough for those inside to hear? To Wanda’s understanding the spy usually trained until lunch and it wasn’t even 11 yet, meaning she shouldn’t have been hanging out in this room.
“Okay I believe you, that doesn’t mean that I can’t patch this up. I think Vision’s done enough.” The redhead’s face didn’t soften in the slightest as she looked at the robot. Making direct eye contact with him for the first time since the pair had entered the room.
Vision took a step forward, once again pleading “Agent Romanoff I assure you I have no ill intentions-”
He wasn’t permitted to continue, in his steps or his speech before Natasha shifted her body to be even more of a barrier between the android and the witch than she already was. “Step away from her.”
“Agent Romanoff, please.”
“Step away from here.” The tension of it all finally overwhelmed Wanda, how had things gotten so heated? She didn’t feel as though Natasha would listen to anything either of them had to say about the topic of Vision’s innocence, so she tried to place her hand on the older woman’s shoulder, to budge her back every so slightly instead. She felt the spy tense at the contact, before finally turning her head around to look at the witch on the counter, routinely glancing back to keep an eye on Vision all the while.
No one spoke for a moment, and Wanda, not having prepared for what came after her contact, took a second to think through her next words. And all thoughts came back to her bleeding face. Though the wound didn’t seem all too severe, she could feel the dampening of the paper towel under her fingers as the blood soaked through. There was only one way to deal with this quickly. They could work out this bizarre interaction when Wanda had a band-aid.
“Vision, maybe you should let Natasha do it, I’ll be fine. It’s not your fault okay? We can talk later.” She sent him what she hoped to be a reassuring look.
Vision met her eye, and gave into the witch’s request, thankfully picking up at her hint to have him leave the room as well. However apprehensive he appeared, the android did exist promptly, bidding a quick thank you to the spy for tending to the witch before departing.
“Fucking finally.” Natasha muttered under her breath, as she immediately dove into the first aid bag once Vision was out of the room, making quick work of cleaning Wanda’s wound and taping a pile of gauze over it. Considering the aggressive state the former assassin was just in, Wanda was surprised at how gentle her hands were.
“How bad is it?” The witch asked quietly, breaking the silence of the last few minutes.
Natasha paused her ministrations for a moment, her eyes bouncing up from the wound to meet the younger girl’s eyes a mere inch above it. Her face softened, lip tipping up ever so slightly, “I’ve seen worse.”
Wanda cracked her own grin at the affirmation, before the spy added after a moment of reflection, “I’ve also seen better.”
The grin of the witch quickly morphed into a look of faux-annoyance as she rolled her eyes. “Always the comfort-er you are.”
“I’ve never claimed it was one of my specialties.” A full smile came to the spy’s face as she laughed, her mood having lifted exponentially once the first-aid was completed.
This was a short-lived mood however, as Natasha’s face turned serious again, maintaining eye contact with the girl, “What really happened?”
Ugh, Wanda had almost forgotten about the whole interaction between Vision and Natasha. “Vision wasn’t lying, it was just training that went wrong.”
“Training that involves you dodging actually harmful projectiles?”
“He’s thrown much bigger things that I’ve diverted, I don’t know what happened this time that my powers couldn’t catch the rock in time.”
After Natasha didn’t respond immediately Wanda added, “It was a mistake, really.”
The spy finally sighed, an emotion passing over her face quickly enough that the witch couldn’t place it.
“He could have blinded you.”
“...but he did not.”
It was Natasha’s turn to roll her eyes now, in the wake of Wanda’s rock-solid logic, or just the will not to argue anymore. “Fine. He didn’t. I guess we will move on.” Her soft hands were back on Wanda’s waist as they guided the girl off the counter, hands Wanda found herself missing the moment they were taken off of her.
The two women quickly cleaned any remaining mess in the area before heading back in the direction of their shared hallway together. “You beat me up in training all the time, Vision never tries to fight you.”
Natasha let out a proper laugh at Wanda’s prod, looking at the girl as she turned to enter her room. “Yes little witch, but I beat you up safely.” She said with a wink, before disappearing behind her door.