Wakanda
A year had passed.
Clint had spoken to Wanda regularly over the last months and he was constantly in contact with T'Challa and Shuri for updates.
Today was the day.
Clint and Natasha were leaving for Wakanda.
Clint had been cooped up on house arrest for those long months, going stir crazy.
Natasha had visited Wakanda regurlary, every month on the dot, she didn't miss it for anything.
It had been good for all involved, to have outside contact.
Wanda wasn't the only member of the team staying in Wakanda.
Bucky had been there for about the same amount of time. Had been in cryo for three months before Shuri had figured out how to get the conditioning out of his head.
Because Bucky and Wanda were there, Steve also spent most of his time there.
Both Bucky and Wanda had healed immensely there, thanks to T'Challa and his sister, and his contacts around the world.
They had found the best psychiatrists, the best medications.
The fresh air, building work, playing with the children, had all gone a long way to helping.
Clint had heard how well Wanda was doing but he would not be fully settled until he saw her for himself.
On the plane, Natasha leaned over and squeezed Clint's hand before leaning her head against his shoulder.
Natasha had been amazing.
She'd been juggling both halves of the splintered team, working around the world, spending time with her husband and their children, making the trips to Wakanda and dealing with the emotions of a suicidal woman and a man who didn't know why he recognised her.
Now finally, Clint could share the load.
It was time for Natasha to rest, recuperate, and focus on herself for the first time in a year.
Clint smiled, enjoying the flight.
He always did like the skies.
He had missed the outside dearly.
The plane landed and Clint took Natasha's hand.
Five people waited for them and Clint had never been happier to see a particular brunette.
Wanda grinned as his arms wrapped around her, laughed as he held her for a good minute.
"Clint, c'mon, you're making Steve jealous."
Clint pulled back. "You look good, kid."
Wanda pulled at the dress she wore, a present from Shuri when she reached one month self harm free.
She'd been very angry when she'd woken up. She hadn't been grateful. Hadn't wanted to be alive.
She had taken to cutting herself and had been doing it for almost seven months straight when she turned the corner.
That was when she had started to flourish. Paying attention in therapy, getting outside, using her powers for good, trivial things; getting balls from trees, helping build shelters, keeping the animals together during storms.
The dress was long sleeved, so Clint couldn't see the damage. But he did take a sneaky look at her neck.
He knew realistically there would be no marks there except for the possibility of a scar.
He'd been imagining the scar worse than it really was.
It was thin and almost white, and didn't even go all the way around her neck.
He hummed, reaching for the arrow necklace that sat there.
Natasha had given Wanda the necklace Clint had gifted her, said she needed to know they were both with her when she felt alone.
"Suits you." Clint hummed, trying not to smother her, he said hello to Steve and Bucky before profusely thanking T'Challa and Shuri.
Natasha gripped Wanda tight, pressing a kiss to the woman's forehead. "How are you feeling, sonyachne svitlo?"
"Dobre." Wanda smiled. "Today is a good day."
"Are you ready?" Natasha looped her arm through Wanda's.
"Duzhe hotovyy." A pause. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"We have a lot of space and it will be nice. Lila is very much looking forward to meeting you." They headed to Steve and Bucky.
Natasha said hello and Wanda said goodbye.
The two men and her had grown very close.
Bucky hummed, cupping her jaw with his hand, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
"Take care, kokhana. Call if need anything. You'll always have a bed here if Natalia's children get too much." His lips twisted in a smile.
"Bite me, James." Natasha laughed, hugging him fiercly.
It had taken time for Bucky to remember but finally he had.
They had a past and they had managed to form a relationship far better than any they had had in The Red Room.
Then Steve, the only other person present, who had seen Wanda hanging.
His eyes shone as he too hugged her, hand stroking her hair. "Buck may be an ass but he's right. Call us." He said firmly.
"I will, I will." Wanda laughed. "It's not like you won't see me again."
"I know." And this time, he did know it.
After Natasha and Wanda had spent at least five minutes talking with T'Challa and Shuri, the two women and Clint headed for the plane.
Once sat down, Wanda waved out the window at the others as Clint wrapped his arm around Natasha's waist.
"Ready to come home?" He asked and Wanda looked over her shoulder, smile and eyes bright.
"I'm ready for anything."