Sofias pov:

So as it turned out, I had got Wanda slightly sick.. Listen, drunk me doesn't understand Wanda's stupid little 'don't touch me' rule of illness. In my defence, I wanted hugs and medicine. Yeah get your mind out of the gutter i just wanted a hug. For now. So to recap, I'm still on the verge of death at any given moment obviously and Wanda is, well, ill but powering through. I guess she's channelling that inner girl power of hers? "Wands i'm dying over here. Seriously i can't do anything!" I groaned as i attempted (slightly pathetically) to turn on my side whilst throwing my head back onto the pillow. I was not dramatic at all. "Dear lord anybody would think you're a little the way you're acting. Come on, get up. I'm sure you feel fine. Practically recovered!" Wanda gave me a light shove, which essentially felt like an entire sacred building fell on me or something, before raising her eyebrows at me. She was still mad at me for the whole getting her sick thing, i'm convinced she needs some serious therapy. Maybe not just for the fear of illness actually.

"Come on Wands! It's not that deep! At least Natalia isn't sick right?" I laughed slightly, pulling Wanda closer to me and resting my head on her shoulder. I felt her sharply inhale and watched as her nostrils fully flared, christ maybe it was that deep. "No. Maybe it's not but do you know what? Natasha. Yes, Sofia, Natasha. Natasha is refusing to be near either of us because she doesn't want to risk not being able to go on a mission. Maybe you're used to Natalia Romanova the big tough woman that you idolised but here she isn't that. She's my baby. Who I can't see. She won't see me in case she needs to save the world. Do you see why I am angry?" I sat up as Wanda's expression hardened, her tone becoming increasingly
more aggravated and each syllable more punctuated. "I mean I do but you know. Maybe that leaves us a little time for just us two. Me and you.. Caregivers need-" With that Wanda exploded, and i mean full blown, shouts. "You're joking. I'm upset and angry because of this whole situation and instead you insinuate we have sex?!? What am I to you? I haven't told Natasha what we are, hell i doubt you have. Have you? Me and Natasha we were together. And you? Have you told her how you feel for me? Or is this just you using your dumb powers to make me like you."

I tried to catch her, explain or anything but I couldn't. She walked out, slamming the door too. I couldn't even think of a snarky comment. Was I losing my touch? God this illness is really getting to me. I didn't know if I should desperately attempt to run after her or if I should just lay, wallow in my self pity. Poor me. Sick. Alone.

Wanda's pov:

Did that woman have a single ounce of respect? For me? For nat? Maybe even for anyone? "Jarvis, take me to my practice room." I was furious. Get out some energy, breathe a little. Maybe then I could talk to her properly. Get my family back. "Yes Miss. Maximoff, contacting Mr. Stark for permission now." Permission? From Stark? Why the hell did I need that? "Jarvis cancel request." I swear he had the most sarcastic voice out of any of the AI robots id ever heard. "If you are entering your practice room, I must contact Mr. Stark." I sighed, why? Why did Tony think he was above everyone else? Every damn time too. "Okay. Fine. Take me to Starks ridiculous little experimentation place." As if he didn't even think Jarvis responded in his cocky ass voice; "I think you mean his workroom, Miss. Maximoff." I bit my lip. An AI that sounded like Tony wasn't worth that. Tony could get the brunt. Besides, Iron Man is meant to be all tough, right?

I stormed out the lift, over to Tony who was completely engrossed in god knows what. His head was barely even visible from all the sparks and machinery whizzing around him. I flicked my wrist, eyes fixated on him and completely stopped all his work. "Jarvis? Resume." Nothing. "Okay. Jarvis. Restart." Absolute silence. "That's not. Jarvis? Resume. Oh. Wanda, is it a pleasure or? No. I feel like it's not a pleasure." He is so insufferable so much of the time. "Stark. Why can't I access my own practice room without permission? Nat id understand. A little. Her history with overworking herself and eating. Banner maybe but me? You act like I am a threat." Stark sighed, placing his helmet down and crossing his arms. He seriously thought he knew it all. "Okay well we could all be a threat. I'm a threat, you're a threat, nats a threat blah blah. Who cares am I right? Anyway, you've only been going in there if you're pissed. Why you pissed little witch?" Seriously? I had to justify why i was irritated to him? "Let me go and get it out or i'll hurt you Tony."

"First off i can so tell you're pissed. Second I have a whole team. Who do you have? Nat? Nat over my incredibly intelligent, high ability, self healing, best thing known to man machine? Not to brag but, she has no chance. Anyway, I like my new tower and i'd hate to have it wrecked so go. That was not me standing down to a fight though." With that he shooed me off. Yes i'm sure he wasn't standing down to a fight. There's a reason he stuck to my side with the Sokovia Accords. Jarvis took me to my practice room, no judgy comments, nothing. I could finally let go. Let it all out. Maybe after I'd be able to rebuild my family.