Better Days

NATASHA POV:

It had been almost three weeks since I left the med-bay and I was feeling much better. My ribs weren't completely healed but I could walk around without extreme pain and I could go back to hugging Wanda without wincing. 

Even though my injuries were healing, the last few weeks had been hell. Wanda was having nightmares at least once a night, several times if I was able to get her back to sleep. She wouldn't leave my side for anything without a fight. She had recently started refusing to take a shower because that meant that she had to leave me. When I would leave to go to the bathroom or take a shower, I could hear her cries from outside. 

Clint was supposed to go back home but he ended up staying so that he could take care of Wanda whenever I wasn't there. Wanda and I couldn't even train anymore because that required her to move more than a foot away from me.

She usually stayed tucked in my side unless I was doing something like cooking, then she would hold onto the back of my shirt or sleeve, staying as close as possible. She would occasionally leave me to go to the bathroom but the second she was done, she was right back into my arms. 

I loved her and I didn't mind being with her but I knew that it was getting out of control. She needed to be able to shower without having a panic-attack beforehand. I would have to sit right outside the bathroom and talk to her so that she knew I didn't leave. 

Clint had talked to me about something called the separation technique but I told him to just let her be for a little bit. That was a week ago. 

I had to take her to my doctor's appointments because I couldn't leave her without having a panic attack. I tried to get her to stay by herself soon after I got hurt so that I could go to a physical therapy appointment but I didn't even make it all the way to the med-bay before FRIDAY was notifying me that Wanda was having a panic attack with Steve. 

She hadn't let go of me after that afternoon which meant that she also hadn't taken the test for school. The conversation regarding school had gone surprisingly well with only minimal argument. I think some of that had to do with the fact that she wanted to stay right next to me. I have a feeling that if I had brought up school before I had gotten hurt, before she had become so attached to me, she would have stormed off and then not talked to me for a week. I guess that was one plus to her being so attached, she didn't get mad at me as easily. 

Wanda was currently taking a nap after a lot of convincing since she barely slept last night. 

"How's she doing?" Clint asked quietly as he walked in the room. Normally, I would have gotten up and went into the hallway to talk to him but Wanda had my shirt bunched in her fist and I knew if I moved, she would instantly wake up. 

"She's okay. I'm glad she's finally getting some sleep. She got less than an hour last night." We had gone to bed a little late after a game night with the team and then she woke up about 50 minutes after she had fallen asleep due to a terrible nightmare. She wasn't telling me what they were about but I had a feeling they were similar to what her old nightmares were about. If she didn't start getting sleep, I may have to force her to tell me. Laura did it once when I was younger and it wasn't fun, it helped me get more sleep though.

"Nat, I know you wanted to wait but I think it's time to try the separation technique. It should cause no physical harm but she's getting too attached to you. It's getting dangerous. She can barely even go to the bathroom without you and she freaks out if you aren't by her side constantly."

"I know it's getting dangerous but I don't want to cause even more pain and hurt in her life. She's already gone through so much, I don't want her to no longer trust me."

"I know. Laura and I did it with Lila and she didn't have any lasting effects. We could always have her talk to a therapist? Sometimes that helps."

"I tried. She wouldn't go into the therapist's office without me and then she refused to go another time. She had made it very clear that she doesn't want to talk to a therapist."

"Then I think separation technique is your only other option. We can start small with just having her sit across the room from you, then work our way up to being in different rooms, and soon she should be completely broken of the habit. We can also keep waiting but I think it's just going to get worse and worse." I knew Clint was right.

"Okay, let's start this afternoon. Maybe I can have her grab something for me in the same room and we'll see how it goes."

"Sounds good." Clint and I talked about random things for a little bit until Wanda started to wake up. 

Again, she woke up with a nightmare and wouldn't talk to me about it, instead pulling herself up to cry into my arms. I felt my heart break a little more every time she cried. 

She quickly calmed down and followed me out into the kitchen for a snack. I figured it was time to start the separation technique. "Hey Wanda, can you grab an apple for me?" I asked as I chopped up some celery for our snack. 

I didn't feel her move from my side so I turned around to see an apple floating towards us, surrounded by a red mist. Crap, that wasn't going to work. 

"Thank you," I said as she gently placed it in front of me. Time for something a little more difficult. "Can you also grab me the cheese from the fridge? And the crackers?"

I watched as she used her powers to open the fridge, grab the cheese, and then open the cabinets and grab the crackers. She floated both of them on the counter. Damn it. This was going to be harder than I thought. 

"How about you go pick a movie for us to watch in the living room? I'll be right there, let me just finish cutting the apple." I said as I nudged her gently. She stayed glued to my side. Clint was sitting in the kitchen, watching this all unfold. 

"I don't mind what we watch," Wanda spoke quietly. 

"Alright, how about you head in there and get us a spot? I'll be in in a sec."

"Why don't you want me in the room?" Wanda questioned sadly. 

I put down the knife I was using to cut our snacks and I turned to her. "Honey, I love you and I don't mind you staying with me, I just thought you might want a second to breathe." I wanted to be gentle, she still seems unstable. 

"I don't need a second, thanks though," she smiled slightly and I sighed as I turned back to our snack. 

I finished preparing the food so Clint, Wanda and I all headed to the living room to watch a movie. I had a little over two hours before my next doctor's appointment. 

Clint and I texted discreetly during the movie. Our plan was that I would try to go to the doctor's appointment without Wanda and she would stay here with Clint. I knew there was going to be a meltdown but Clint said that it was expected and that we had to go through the meltdown before she would get better. Didn't mean I was looking forward to it though. 

The movie finished and it was time for me to go to the doctor's appointment. I was only going to be a small walk away as Helen was still in the compound but Wanda didn't do well with me leaving her at all. 

"Okay baby, you're going to hang out with Clint for an hour while I go to my doctor's appointment." I told her as I gently moved her off of me. 

"What?" she looked at me heartbroken. "I'll go with you."

"Not this one sweetie, Clint and you can hang out for a little bit and I'll be back before you know it," I tried to convince her. 

"No," she said as her eyes started to fill up with tears. She grabbed onto my arm and I knew I was going to have to fight slightly to leave. 

"I love you Wanda, I'll be back in an hour."

"No!" The first tear slid down her cheek as she tried to pull herself closer to me. I removed her grip on my arm and looked at Clint, letting him know he could step in. He moved forward and grabbed her waist, holding her in place but not holding her down. 

I got up to leave and heard her cry out behind me. "Tasha!" It took all of my power not to look at her as I headed for the hallway. 

"Wanda!" I heard Clint yell and I turned in time to see a small red ball hit Clint in the chest as Wanda broke free and ran to me. 

"Wanda!" I scolded as she jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. "You can't use your powers on Clint!" She didn't respond as she cried. I was surprised that she used her powers on him. She had only done that on purpose once, when Tony and I tried to put the tube in. 

"You okay?" I mouthed to Clint. He nodded in response. "Say sorry to Clint, Wanda," I said as sternly as I could without upsetting her further. 

"Sorry!" she sobbed into my chest. 

"If you use your powers on someone on the team again, we will be having a little chat. Got it?" I mumbled in her ear. 

"Yes, sorry," she cried out. 

"Alright, I love you but I'm going to be late. I have to go now, stay with Clint."

"No! Don't leave me Tasha!" she cried as she held onto me tighter. Clint moved forward and grabbed her again, pulling her away from me. She fought against him but he was stronger than her and easily overpowered her, bringing her over to the couch. "Tasha!" she screamed and I gave her one last look before I slipped into the hallway. 

I had to wipe away a tear as I made my way to the med-bay, hearing Wanda scream and cry for me. 

CLINT POV:

Tasha and I made a plan with how we were going to break Wanda of her separation anxiety. If she wasn't going to talk to a therapist, we had to take other measures, none of which would be pleasant. 

After her first attempt with the snack failed, it was time to up it a bit. Luckily Nat had an appointment to go to for us to test out our method. 

"Okay baby, you're going to hang out with Clint for an hour while I go to my doctor's appointment," Nat told Wanda after the movie had finished. 

"What? I'll go with you." Wanda said in a sad tone and it broke my heart. Poor girl. 

"Not this one sweetie, Clint and you can hang out for a little bit and I'll be back before you know it." Nat was trying hard to convince her to make this easy. I had told Nat that Wanda was probably going to fight and that she couldn't back down. With Lila, we had to just keep following through and eventually she got over her attachment issues, it wasn't easy though. 

"No," Wanda started to protest. I watched as she grabbed onto Nat and I knew it was going to be a battle getting Nat out of the room. 

"I love you Wanda, I'll be back in an hour."

"No!" she yelled as she started crying. She tried to hug Nat but Nat was trying to remove Wanda's hand from her arm. 

Nat looked at me and I knew I could step in. I walked over to them and gently grabbed Wanda's waist, letting her know that someone else was there for her and that she needed to let go. 

"Tasha!" Wanda cried as Nat started to leave the room. Nat didn't even look back as she continued walking and I knew how hard it must be for her. 

I saw red come out of Wanda's hands and before I could move, a red ball was being shoved into my chest, pushing me back and causing me to let go of Wanda. "Wanda!" She jumped up and ran towards Nat. 

"Wanda!" I heard Nat yell as I got up, walking over to them. Wanda had thrown herself into Nat's arms and was sobbing. I felt bad for her, I knew it was hard for her to leave Nat. "You can't use your powers on Clint!" It didn't hurt me, I was a little shocked but that's it. "You okay?" I watched Nat mouth and I nodded. "Say sorry to Clint, Wanda," Nat said sternly. 

"Sorry!" I heard Wanda's muffled response. Nat mumbled something to Wanda but I didn't strain to hear, figuring it was private but Wanda responded with, "Yes, sorry."

"Alright, I love you but I'm going to be late. I have to go now, stay with Clint," she was much gentler now.

"No! Don't leave me Tasha!" I saw hurt written all over Nat's face as she looked at me. I grabbed Wanda and pulled her away from Nat, holding tight to the struggling girl. "Tasha!" she screamed as Nat left the room. I had brought Wanda over to the couch and sat with her back to my chest, trying to hold her still. 

"It's okay Wanda, calm down," I tried to comfort her. 

"Tasha! I love you! Please come back! I'm so sorry! Tasha, please!" Wanda begged and screamed until her voice was hoarse. She was sobbing and I had turned her around so that she could cry into my chest. 

She was crying so hard that she was gagging so we moved to the bathroom just in case. "Wanda, honey, you have to calm down," I told her while rubbing her back. "You're going to make yourself sick."

"I want Tasha! Why'd she leave? Please, I want Tasha!"

"She'll be back soon. You're safe, you're going to be okay. Tasha is at a doctor's appointment. She's safe and she'll be back soon," I tried to reassure her. 

Wanda's breathing picked up and soon she was panicking while sobbing. This was the most upset I had ever seen her. She threw up but continued to cry and panic. All I could do was sit with her and try to coach her through breathing exercises to make sure she didn't pass out. 

Tony walked into the bathroom about a half hour into the meltdown and looked at Wanda worriedly. "Is everything okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah, she wants Nat," I explained while I held the crying girl. She couldn't hear us over her loud cries. 

"Do you want help?" Tony asked as he walked into the bathroom. I don't think I've ever seen this side of Tony. He looked worried and gentle almost. 

"No, I'm okay. Maybe get her a glass of water?" I asked. 

"Of course, I'll be right back." He cast one more worried glance at her before leaving the bathroom. 

"Wanda, keep breathing sweetie," I said as I felt her breathing get a little fast again. 

"I want Tasha! Tasha!" she cried. She was curled onto my lap with her head resting against my thigh. I just rubbed her back as I let her cry. Earlier, I had to keep a tight grip on her bicep to keep her from running but she was now too weak and exhausted to move so I could release my grip. 

Tony returned shortly with a glass of water. "Can you try to drink Wanda?" I asked her gently. She was going to get dehydrated from all of the tears. She had also vomited. 

She ignored me as she continued sobbing. Tony eventually left the room after I assured him we were fine. 

The next half hour felt like several days as I sat in the bathroom with Wanda. She never stopped sobbing, her intensity never even grew lower. Instead, she continued to sob her heart out for her favorite person. 

After what felt like forever, Nat appeared in the doorway with worry written all over her face. "Wanda," she said. Within a second, Wanda had lifted herself off of me and threw herself into Nat. Nat had to hold onto the door frame to brace herself from the force of it. 

"Tasha, don't leave me again!" Wanda cried hysterically as she held onto Nat tightly. 

"Shh, shh, baby. I love you so much, you did so good," Nat comforted as she slowly started to walk back to their bedroom. If Nat wasn't injured, I had no doubt that she would have carried Wanda but she couldn't in this shape and I knew that if I tried to carry Wanda, there would be problems. 

I followed them to their room and helped Nat maneuver Wanda so that she was on Nat's lap, lying on the bed. I didn't leave but sat on the chair next to their bed, just being there in case either of them needed me. 

I didn't know if what we had just done had helped or made it worse. Lila had gotten slightly more attached to Laura before it started to work but we eventually got there so I held onto that as I watched Wanda sob into Nat's chest. 

Wanda stopped crying about fifteen minutes later but she still didn't let go of Nat, instead keeping one hand fisted around Nat's shirt while the other one wrapped around Nat's shoulders and neck, holding onto her. Wanda laid her head on Nat's shoulder, breathing slowly. It slightly reminded me of baby Nate, laying on Laura's chest. 

When we did the separation technique with Lila, we had to make sure that we were separating her from Laura at least once a day so that she didn't reform her separation. Then all of the work would have been for nothing. I was not looking forward to doing the same thing to Wanda tomorrow. 

WANDA POV:

I don't know what just happened but I was not happy. Nat left me with Clint and I felt a terrible sense of panic and despair. I didn't want to ever do that again. I think that was the hardest I've ever cried, maybe even worse than when Pietro died. Pietro's death was definitely a close second though. 

It's not that I didn't like Clint. I trusted him fully and loved hanging out with him, I just felt a need to be with Nat right now. 

The worst part was, Nat didn't even come back, even after I had thrown up from the force of my cries. I felt absolutely helpless without her and that was something I never wanted to experience again. I knew that eventually I would have to be without her but it didn't need to happen anytime soon, especially when she was still healing from her injuries. 

"Wanda," Nat started gently after I had been calm for several minutes. "Are you okay?" She was rubbing my back and running her fingers through my hair, it felt nice. I didn't say anything and instead nuzzled my way further into her shoulder, not ready to face the embarrassment that came from crying like a toddler. I knew Clint was still in the room and although Nat had seen me cry time and time again, I tried my hardest not to cry in front of other people. 

I wasn't embarrassed at the time of my meltdown because all I could think of was how desperately I wanted Nat but now that I had her, my embarrassment was shining through. 

"Sorry," I finally mumbled. 

"There's nothing to be sorry for baby," Nat told me. "You did so good." I scoffed at that. I basically threw a temper tantrum and sobbed like a baby for her. That would not be something that I would consider I did "so good." I didn't voice my opinion though as I laid on her chest. One thing was certain though, I wasn't going to be letting her go without a fight for a while. 

"How about we move to the living room?" Nat suggested. "We can relax a bit before dinner. We could even go train a little bit if you want?"

"No," I shook my head. "I wanna stay here."

She sighed but responded with, "Okay honey. Whatever you want. We'll have to go when dinner is ready though."

I was fine with that so we stayed together until FRIDAY announced that dinner was ready. "Alright hon, let's go," Nat said as she started sitting up. I moved off of her lap but kept a firm grasp on her arm. 

"Hey kiddo," Clint said when I looked at him. "How're you feeling?"

"Okay," I responded as I followed Nat out of the room, Clint following me. The dinner was already being served at the table with Tony, Steve, Rhodey and Vision already seated. 

They all gave me a sympathetic look as I sat down, right next to Nat of course. I held Nat's arm with one of my hands while the other one picked up my fork. 

I felt Nat pull away gently once we started eating and I watched in horror as she stood up. I quickly stood up as well to follow her into the kitchen. She didn't say anything as she got a glass of water for both me and her and then returned to the table. 

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful as Nat announced that we would be going to bed early. I didn't particularly want to as I was scared of the nightmares but if that's where Nat was going, that's where I was going. 

I tried to stay awake for as long as possible but my meltdown from earlier really took a lot out of me so I felt my eyes closing as I drifted off to sleep. 

This of course didn't last long as about two hours later, I shot up from a nightmare. It was of course about the events from earlier, Nat leaving me, only this time, she didn't come back. 

I managed not to wake Nat up so I held back my sobs as I pressed myself into Nat's side, resting my head on her shoulder. I still couldn't help but feel like a baby, having Nat sleep with me, but it definitely made me feel safer when I was woken up from a terrible nightmare. 

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The rest of the night passed slowly, seeing as I got no more sleep. 

When Nat finally woke up, I was thrilled that we could get out of bed. I feigned sleep at first, trying to make it seem like I had slept throughout the night. 

I started shifting once she moved and then acted groggy. "How'd you sleep?" Nat asked me as she rubbed my back.

"Really good," I lied as I rubbed my eyes. "You?" 

She looked at me weirdly but responded with, "Pretty good. Are you sure you slept well?" I nodded. "Good. Well, time to get up." 

This was probably my least favorite part of the day. It was time to shower and get changed which meant that I was going to be without Nat. Today I especially dreaded it after yesterday's event and last night's nightmare. 

"You want to take the shower first or do you want me to?" Nat asked me as she started pulling out her clothes for the day. 

"Can't we do that later?" I whined. I did not want to be without her right now. 

She sighed and looked at me. "Wanda, I love you so much but this is getting dangerous. You need to be able to be without me for at least a few minutes so that I can shower. If you want to sit with someone else, that's totally fine but I need you to know that you can't be with me every minute of the day. Eventually, you are going to be going to school and I will have other missions to go on. We'll have to be without each other for a little bit when that happens."

I decided to ignore the school comment since I wasn't going to let that happen. I had several plans in place to make sure that it didn't happen. "I don't want to be without you!" I felt tears well up in my eyes and I blinked rapidly to make them disappear. 

"Oh honey, I didn't mean to make you cry," she said as she pulled me into a hug. "It's okay that you feel scared to be without me right now, I just don't want you to miss out on things because of it. That's all." She pulled away and looked at me before saying. "I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can go do something together, okay."

"No Nat! Please!" I whined, the tears coming back. 

"Just really quick, I stink and no one wants that," she laughed. I didn't find it funny though, I wanted to be with her. I was too busy trying to stay connected to Nat that I didn't realize she picked up her phone, or the footsteps behind me. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder that was larger than Nat's. I slightly turned my head to see Steve. "No!" I shouted, knowing what was about to happen as I gripped onto Nat. 

Steve's gentle hands started pulling me away from Nat, pulling me into his chest instead. 

"I love you," I heard Nat say over my cries as she left the room. 

"No! No!" I pounded my fists on Steve's chest, trying to escape. Nat had warned me not to use my powers again so that was not an option. "Please Steve! I want Nat!" I heard him sigh as he held me tightly, restraining my arms. This panic attack wasn't nearly as intense as yesterdays as I knew that Nat was coming back quickly, but there was still a lot of crying and begging. 

It hadn't been more than five minutes when I saw Nat walk back into the room, quickly walking over to me and pulling me into a hug. "Why do you keep leaving me?" I sobbed into her. 

"Shh, shh," was all she responded with.

I luckily saved myself the embarrassment of crying for too much longer as I quickly pulled myself together. "Time for your shower," Nat told me as she pulled away. 

"Please Nat, can I take it later?" I could not stand the thought of being without her again. I knew deep down that this was not normal and that it was a problem but I didn't really care. 

"You can take it a little later but you are showering today, even if I have to do it myself." To be honest, the thought of her helping me calmed me a little bit because then at least she would be with me but my embarrassment of her helping me shower was enough to make my brain turn down the offer. 

We both went into the kitchen to eat something before training. I had been slacking on my training lately and I knew I had to get back to it if I wanted to be an Avenger.

Training actually went surprisingly smoothly, with me sitting right next to Nat, moving objects around the gym with my powers. It felt nice to let my powers free for a little bit but I was glad that Nat found a way to make sure that I didn't have to leave her to train. 

Now it was lunchtime and everything was going smoothly until Clint walked in. 

"We need more cheese and bread," he said as he dug through the fridge and cabinets. "Actually, we also need a lot of stuff. We are out of eggs, salami, lettuce, bananas, apples, and everything else." 

"I have nothing to eat!" Tony complained from his spot on the counter. I scoffed at his dramatics. "Hey Nat, can you head to the grocery store?" Tony asked. 

"Sure, I'll go after we eat," Nat responded. I hadn't been to the store in a while but I didn't have any problem with it, I kind of wanted to get out of the compound anyways. 

We had a quick lunch of leftover lasagna and then Nat and I went to go get ready for the store. Nat got her shoes on so I sat next to her to get mine on. "What're you doing?" she asked me gently. 

"Getting my shoes on to go to the store," I looked at her with a confused expression. It should have been pretty obvious. 

"Hey Wanda," she said in her gentle, I'm not about to like what comes out of her mouth, tone. My face dropped. "I was thinking that you could stay home for this, with your ankle and all, I don't want you getting hurt."

"No," I said as I continued to pull on my shoes. "I want to get out of the compound, I'm coming." Nat put her hands on her hips and looked at me.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the boss," she said with a raised eyebrow. 

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I wanna come!"

"Clint needs help with cleaning I think so I need you to stay here and help him," she was back to her gentle tone. 

"No Tasha! Can I come with you?"

"No honey, you're going to stay here with Clint and the team. I'll be back soon." 

"No!" I whined as I followed her out of our room and to the door. Of course Clint came out of nowhere and stood next to us. "Please Nat! I'll be good! You won't even know I'm there," I pleaded with her. 

"I love you," was all she told me as she kissed my head and pulled out of my grasp, opening the door and slipping out. 

I tried to follow her but it was hard with Clint holding onto me. I felt the panic rise again but this time, I was angry. "Let me go!" I shouted as I turned to Clint and tried to get out of his tight grip. 

"Wanda, calm down!" Clint said as I started struggling. I heard the car start up and leave as Clint dragged me into the living room. I could still catch up with her if I got out of Clint's grasp. 

Screw Nat's rule about no powers, I wasn't going to hurt him. I used a red energy ball to push Clint away from me, gently but enough to move him. 

"Wanda!" he screamed as I took off. Unfortunately, Steve was walking in the door right as I got there and was able to grab me. 

"Let me go!" I yelled as I squirmed. Steve was bigger than Clint and he could manage me easier. The tears were starting to build up but I still felt anger. 

I let my powers flow out of me as I tried to throw Steve off of me. As soon as I moved Steve, Clint was grabbing me from behind, restraining my arms next to my side. I used my powers to again fling him away. 

At some point, Tony ended up joining and soon, the three guys had me on the floor. "No!" I screamed as I tried to get out of their grasp. I was too tired from the endless nights of no sleep and I was too focused on missing Nat that my powers failed me. It also sunk in as to what I did. I used my powers on several members of the team. Nat was going to be pissed. 

Clint and Tony were restraining my arms and waist while Steve was holding down my legs. "Let me go! I want Tasha! Tasha, help me!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face and sobs erupting from my chest. 

I went from angry to incredibly upset in a matter of a few seconds and now I couldn't control my cries. I felt the grips on me grow loose and I felt myself being pulled into a chest. 

One quick look showed me that it was Steve and I was slightly surprised it wasn't Clint. 

"Tasha, please, Tasha!" I mumbled in between my sobs as Steve rocked me. I wanted Tasha more than anything else. Steve mumbled reassurances to me as he rubbed my back but it wasn't the same as Nat.

I couldn't pay attention to anything going on around me as I let out heart-wrenching sobs, feeling nothing but panic and pain, all caused by my need for Tasha. I was hyperventilating and I saw black dots creeping into the edges of my vision. I felt like I couldn't breathe and several times I had to take in large, shaky breaths that felt like they were ripping my lungs apart. 

I heard snippets of a conversation, "Call her," and "She's panicking." I had no idea what was going on but soon, I felt a softer pair of arms pull me into their chest. 

Tasha.

I sobbed in relief as I cried into her. I had no idea how long it had been but I was so glad that Tasha was back. I didn't understand why she kept leaving me but it felt like every time she left me, a tiny part of me was dying.

It took me much longer than last time but I calmed down and realized that I was on the floor of the entryway. Tony, Steve and Clint were surrounding us, sitting and watching. 

I felt Nat's breath on my ear before I heard her stern tone, "Wanda, this is your last chance. If you ever use your powers on someone on this team again, there will be serious consequences. I came home with full intentions to punish you, you're lucky you were so upset or it would've happened." This statement sent me right back into hysterics as I held onto her.

"I'm sorry Tasha! Please don't hate me! I love you and I'm so sorry! Please!" 

It took her a second to respond but she eventually said, "I don't hate you, I love you too. You're okay, shh. Shh."

I felt a wave of relief when she no longer sounded mad. I knew something was wrong with me and that this wasn't normal but I couldn't shake the feeling of utter panic when I wasn't with Nat. 

We slowly moved to the couch where I stayed with my face buried into her chest. I looked up and saw that all of the guys were scattered around the living room. 

"I'm sorry guys," I spoke up softly. "I'm really sorry I used my powers on you, it'll never happen again. I was upset and angry which I know is not an excuse. I'm so sorry."

"No problem little witch," Tony responded. 

"It's okay kiddo," came Clint's reply. 

"Thank you for your apology," Steve smiled slightly at me. I went back to laying on Nat. She used one hand to rub my back, occasionally lifting it to flip a page in the book she was reading. 

I didn't know what was going on but I knew that I needed to fix it soon. I didn't think I could survive this many more panic attacks emotionally.