Wanda's POV:

I'd just finished making some soup when i remembered that Nat had come in a few hours ago and hadn't ate anything yet. I knew she wouldn't eat the soup so i made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her. I cut them up into cute triangles and put them on a plate along with some Thai Sweet Chili sensations- the superior crisp- i grabbed a bottle of water too, just in case. I got in the lift and asked Jarvis to take me to her floor, he took me up but told me he wasn't allowed to unlock the door without permission from Miss Romanoff. Of course, i shouldn't be shocked but you would think Nat would trust us by now? I decided to keep going anyway and once i reached her door, i realized she still had the last meal i left for her outside her door. I sighed but knocked anyway hoping that she would answer. A muffled "go away." sounded from inside, there was a voice crack in the middle. Had she been crying? Was she okay? "Nat, it's me, uh it's Wanda, can i come in?" i half shouted through the door to make sure she heard me. "NO GO AWAY WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND I DONT NEED ANYBODY JUST LEAVE BEFORE I MAKE YOU!" Wow. I thoight i was the moody teenager here? "Okay, i have a PB&J sandwich here in case you get hungry." i left the sandwich outside the door and took a seat opposite, just in case she decided she needed me. Or anything else of course.

Natasha's POV:

"Okay, i have a PB&J sandwich here in case you get hungry." My stomach growled as a response to Wanda. I was hungry. I loved PB&J sandwiches. How did she know that? I thought i heard her leave so i slowly made my way over to my door, clicking the five locks that were in a neat row along the hinges. I crawled behind the door, slowly opening it a tiny bit, looking out to make sure nobody was there. The hallway was free. So i opened the door fully and sat on my butt with my legs resting on the carpet in front of me. I grabbed the triangle sandwich and smiled at the thought she had put into it. Then somebody came round the corner. I was too busy with my sandwich to even notice, the jelly and peanut butter combo turns out to be really messy when you have the mindset of a 2 year old. I looked around whilst licking my lips, trying to reach my nose, then i saw her. She saw me.

My eyes filled with tears and i didn't know what to do. Should i call for Steve? Tony maybe ? Anybody. Even Clint would do. "Hey there, there's no need for tears huh? can i come a bit closer?" Wanda asked me in a gentle voice. I thought for a minute then slowly nodded. She came and knelt down beside me and produced some wipes from behind her back. "I see you got some yuckies on your fingers, am i okay to help clean them up now your all finished with your sandwich?" In return i just stuck my hands out towards her whilst still staring blankly trying to blink away my tears. My thoughts were interrupted by Wanda wiping my mouth and nose with a new wipe. I tried to move away but she had a firm hold. "Just wait a second draga (draga is darling in Sokovian) i just have to get you all cleaned up okay?" She whispered in my ear. "kay kay."

Wanda's POV:

"Draga can i pick you up please?" I asked Nat because i didn't want to overstep, boundaries is the most important thing in relationships. I saw her red hair move slightly and her hands move towards mine, so i gently picked her up. She was so much lighter than i imagined. It was like lifting a feather. I picked up the plate and the bottle and took her to my room, which was three doors down. By this point she has her head in the crook of my kneck. I was honestly surprised at how quiet and comfortable she was already. She hadn't said a word since i picked her up and she seemed content? I hoped i was doing everything right, the avengers had told me about everybody's status' a couple of weeks after i had arrived and once everyone found out about Natasha's i did too. i don't think that she wanted me to know so i never acknowledged it no matter how much i wanted to. I placed the dirty dishes on my nightstand and lifted some clothes out of my drawer. This was all one handed, i have to say i was shocked i could, due to Natasha clinging onto me for dear life.

I looked at Nat and slowly lifted her chin so she was looking at me. "Baby can you tell me how old you are?" I coaxed her into answering trying to overwhelm her. She smiled a big grin and swiftly put up two fingers before returning her fist to my jumper. Wow. She's so young. She can't be slipping often, she's always working. That's not healthy surely? "Good girl! Your such a smart girl hmm? Well done draga! Now, we need to get you changed, can you do it or do you want help?" A brief smile crossed her face before sheer panic set in at the though- well i assumed so- of having to leave me. Then a little voice sounded in my ear. "You's no 'eave me pwease, me need helps, me needs yous." I practically melted at how sweet she sounded. "Okay draga, i can help you don't worry i'm not leaving." As i was helping her into one of my jumpers i noticed some scars, some old sone new and bandages on her right arm. I was going to question it but honestly, i thought it would be better to bring it up with big Nat later. We got settled on my bed and I put on Tangled for us to watch. I figured Nat would need a nap so i let her snuggle up to me and soon enough after around ten minutes of me stroking her back, she was fast asleep. I just hope she doesn't panic when she wakes up.