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Seclusion, the lifestyle seemed to suit her so well. It wasn’t one she’d have chosen for herself, she remembered a time when she had dreams of happiness and adventure, as with any youngster. Wanda wanted so much to smile and be the charming girl she once was, but she was constantly plagued by the hardships of her past. It was something else those within the Avengers helped her with. Every one of them had a past, they all came with their own demons, but they worked towards putting them to rest. Wanda had been able to move on and focus all the while she had Pietro, but the loss of him was still too recent in her grief to be moved on from. She was sick of living in the cycle of misery and wanted so much for it to end.
There was one, he who liberated her spirits from that cavern of darkness, who brought warmth to her heart and a smile to her face. He who understood more than any what she battled, who seemed to be able to look upon it all with a wise head. Perhaps it was his longevity that blessed him with such an outlook. His love of earth was not unknown, and his title as defender of the nine realms. Wanda was fascinated by everything to do with Thor, and often succumbed to giddiness when in his company.
After the dealings with Sokovia, Thor had left on his quest for knowledge of the Infinity Stones. He had returned to the facility a few weeks later with Dr Banner, and whilst most had questioned Bruce on his vanishing act, Thor had come to her. From then it had been almost daily that they took time out to speak, Wanda questioning him all about the worlds beyond this one. It was a nice break from the gruelling training. But beyond the almost fantastical stories there was the man himself, and what a man she had discovered him to be. Though mighty and proud, there was a goodness within him, one which sought out her own gentility, and one that comforted her. Thor had done what the others persistently failed at. Everyone treated her like a bomb ready to explode, carefully monitoring her and afraid that she would destruct. But Thor had treated her like a normal woman, looked beyond the infinite power within and to Wanda the person. Though she shared a common status with Vis, in that she was as new to this life as him, it was with Thor that she truly allied.
Trying to eradicate thoughts of him from her mind, Wanda headed into her room to change from the training clothes she had worn. Pulling her hair free from the scruffy top knot and tossing the training Lycra into the washing bin, the blonde pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and vest. Pausing by the mirror on the vanity desk, her eyes lingered on the picture of her and Pietro, and a knot formed inside of her. Her jaw tightened again as she looked to her late brother, and she sucked in her bottom lip, swallowing back that rising ache.
But a knock from the door sounded and pulled her from her silent lament, and the voice that followed once more sent butterflies through her body. She smiled, pulling open the bedroom door and looking up to the deliciously handsome Asgardian. “Hello, Thor” she replied with a most sincere smile as she stepped back and welcomed him in, working hard to keep her knees from failing her.
There was one, he who liberated her spirits from that cavern of darkness, who brought warmth to her heart and a smile to her face. He who understood more than any what she battled, who seemed to be able to look upon it all with a wise head. Perhaps it was his longevity that blessed him with such an outlook. His love of earth was not unknown, and his title as defender of the nine realms. Wanda was fascinated by everything to do with Thor, and often succumbed to giddiness when in his company.
After the dealings with Sokovia, Thor had left on his quest for knowledge of the Infinity Stones. He had returned to the facility a few weeks later with Dr Banner, and whilst most had questioned Bruce on his vanishing act, Thor had come to her. From then it had been almost daily that they took time out to speak, Wanda questioning him all about the worlds beyond this one. It was a nice break from the gruelling training. But beyond the almost fantastical stories there was the man himself, and what a man she had discovered him to be. Though mighty and proud, there was a goodness within him, one which sought out her own gentility, and one that comforted her. Thor had done what the others persistently failed at. Everyone treated her like a bomb ready to explode, carefully monitoring her and afraid that she would destruct. But Thor had treated her like a normal woman, looked beyond the infinite power within and to Wanda the person. Though she shared a common status with Vis, in that she was as new to this life as him, it was with Thor that she truly allied.
Trying to eradicate thoughts of him from her mind, Wanda headed into her room to change from the training clothes she had worn. Pulling her hair free from the scruffy top knot and tossing the training Lycra into the washing bin, the blonde pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and vest. Pausing by the mirror on the vanity desk, her eyes lingered on the picture of her and Pietro, and a knot formed inside of her. Her jaw tightened again as she looked to her late brother, and she sucked in her bottom lip, swallowing back that rising ache.
But a knock from the door sounded and pulled her from her silent lament, and the voice that followed once more sent butterflies through her body. She smiled, pulling open the bedroom door and looking up to the deliciously handsome Asgardian. “Hello, Thor” she replied with a most sincere smile as she stepped back and welcomed him in, working hard to keep her knees from failing her.
CLINT
Swirling the iced drink around the tumbler, Clint was so absent of reality he failed to notice the newcomer, something much frowned upon in his line of work. His reactions were fast, his sight infallible, yet there remained one who could cloud his mind. That one was she who disturbed his daydreaming’s, who leaned with such ease against the kitchen, the ever enigmatic Natasha. Clint looked up as she spoke, offering a brief and cheeky smirk of his own before lifting the tumbler up. “It’s medicinal” he quipped, before taking yet another generous mouthful of the drink, emptying it off all its contents.
“So, whose ass did you kick today?” Clint asked as he placed the glass into the sink and looked back. But the jovial air was quickly lost as he looked back to Natasha, concerned eyes quick to take into view the injury down the side of her face. He wasn’t foolish enough to rush concerned to her side and treat her like a wounded child; she’d likely punch him for the insult. But concern was quick to settle in; it was only in the most dangerous of fights that Natasha picked up injury. “Or rather who kicked your ass?” He replied instead with a playful flick of the eyebrows, and walked to her side.
Holding her chin in his hand he turned her face, studying the red welt on her cheek, the skin around it already taking on a nasty pink rawness to it. “Well, you’re a goner” he said with a shrug, walking past her towards the phone. “Any last requests?” He added as he clicked in two numbers and waited for the answer. He had a brief conversation with Helen Cho, keeping any tone of real concern from his voice before he hung up the phone. “Well, time for me to save your life again” He said guiding the female away from the kitchen, heading out from the private wing of the grand establishment. It was all of Stark’s design and funding, and it was ultra-modern in its display. Parts of it almost felt clinical, especially where the Agents were headed now. Clint and no doubt in Cho’s expertise, it was thanks to her that his side was now without marking and the wound completely healed.
There was one downside to the science labs here, and that had been the return of Bruce. Clint had nothing against the Doctor, other than a boyish rivalry. It was easy to see the way Bruce looked at Natasha, and the fact that she remained the only one who could calm the Hulk down and bring a sense of humanity to the beast. He would never admit he was jealous of their bond, but couldn’t help the territorial growl rumble through him. Clint had found himself unable to bear the man’s company alone of late. Something he was glad only Wanda was aware of.
"Think Tony is throwing one of his parties tonight... Since Pepper left I don't think I've seen him sober" Clint replied, trying to distract himself from the tight cut of her clothes, and the image of the goddess like curves that lay beneath.
“So, whose ass did you kick today?” Clint asked as he placed the glass into the sink and looked back. But the jovial air was quickly lost as he looked back to Natasha, concerned eyes quick to take into view the injury down the side of her face. He wasn’t foolish enough to rush concerned to her side and treat her like a wounded child; she’d likely punch him for the insult. But concern was quick to settle in; it was only in the most dangerous of fights that Natasha picked up injury. “Or rather who kicked your ass?” He replied instead with a playful flick of the eyebrows, and walked to her side.
Holding her chin in his hand he turned her face, studying the red welt on her cheek, the skin around it already taking on a nasty pink rawness to it. “Well, you’re a goner” he said with a shrug, walking past her towards the phone. “Any last requests?” He added as he clicked in two numbers and waited for the answer. He had a brief conversation with Helen Cho, keeping any tone of real concern from his voice before he hung up the phone. “Well, time for me to save your life again” He said guiding the female away from the kitchen, heading out from the private wing of the grand establishment. It was all of Stark’s design and funding, and it was ultra-modern in its display. Parts of it almost felt clinical, especially where the Agents were headed now. Clint and no doubt in Cho’s expertise, it was thanks to her that his side was now without marking and the wound completely healed.
There was one downside to the science labs here, and that had been the return of Bruce. Clint had nothing against the Doctor, other than a boyish rivalry. It was easy to see the way Bruce looked at Natasha, and the fact that she remained the only one who could calm the Hulk down and bring a sense of humanity to the beast. He would never admit he was jealous of their bond, but couldn’t help the territorial growl rumble through him. Clint had found himself unable to bear the man’s company alone of late. Something he was glad only Wanda was aware of.
"Think Tony is throwing one of his parties tonight... Since Pepper left I don't think I've seen him sober" Clint replied, trying to distract himself from the tight cut of her clothes, and the image of the goddess like curves that lay beneath.
