"Psst, time to get up," Laura's gentle voice sounded in Wanda's ears. The witch smiled, but didn't want to wake up yet. She'd had such a nice, wonderful dream. One that involved a field of flowers, small children, and calmness. It had been a nice change from how her life was at the moment. Terror, running, and constant nerves. 

Wanda whined softly, turning over and squeezing her eyes tighter shut. "I'm comfortable here," she murmured. The feather-stuffed pillows were so soft, and the quilt was so warm wrapped around her body and tangled up against her legs. She could feel Laura's eyes on her, but she honestly didn't care. She assumed the Barton woman was seated on the wicker chair beside the bed, her hair tucked behind her right ear out of old habit. She imagined the smile on Laura's face, gentle yet causing light wrinkles around the corners of her mouth. Wanda even imagined the way her fingers were clasped together, rested in her lap. This was a daily morning routine for them, as Laura always entered Wanda's room, sat down in the chair, and politely got her to get out of bed.

"Oh, c'mon, Wanda," Laura said with a pout, gently tugging at the edge of the quilt in a weak attempt to get her out of bed. "I've got breakfast being cooked downstairs for you. Bacon and eggs." Wanda smiled. She adored bacon and eggs, especially the way Laura was able to make it. It tasted like home, which was honestly where Wanda felt, here. 

The Barton homestead felt like home. No, she wasn't a Barton herself, but everyone made her feel like one. They treated her like an equal family member, and it put her at ease. They were a kind, caring family, and she loved them with all of her heart. 

"Oh, all right." Wanda sighed, sitting up gently as she opened her eyes. She was right: Laura was indeed sitting in the chair beside the bed, her hands clasped in her lap just as Wanda had expected. It was almost adorable, how predictable she was. And that wasn't a bad thing, of course. "Only for the bacon and eggs."

Laura pumped her fist in triumph, letting out a little laugh. "Yes! Oh, by the way: we've got a little visitor coming today."

This made the witch frown. Who could possibly could be coming over? It made her nervous and a little alert, and she wondered if it were someone she should be wary of or not. What if it was HYDRA come to look for her again? Maybe it was just one of the Avengers trying to touch base, and check in on Wanda. Oh, she hoped it was Steve! She missed him. "Who's coming?"

"Nat." The mother smiled, making the bed once Wanda was standing up. "She's Clint's best friend, and sometimes stops by, now that she knows where he lives." She chuckled, shrugging. Wanda relaxed, smiling. She liked Natasha, who was nice enough, when she wanted to be. "She'll be over in about an hour or so. I hope that's enough time to get ready."

"Oh, yes. That'll be plenty of time." Wanda nodded, moving over to the small bathroom along with the clothes she wanted to wear that day. After shutting the door behind herself, she changed, humming.

Wanda's gaze turned toward the tiny window. The sun was most of the way risen in the sky, which was a nice light orange color. Birds were flying above the bright green fields, and a tree was right beside the window, and a leafy branch hung above it, framing the picture perfectly. It was a beautiful view.

She turned, brushing her hair with a hum. Her reflection looked much, much better than when she first came to the farm. Her face was much more rounded, and her hair had way less oil. She had color in her cheeks now, and she didn't look so thin and bony. It made her smile, knowing she was so healthy now. Pietro would be very proud of her for making these changes. She went from locking herself in her room for days to being happy, healthy, and living with a family.

A family. Her family. Did Wanda think of the Bartons as her family? Well, Laura acted a lot like a mother to her sometimes. Clint protected her like a father. She babysat the kids a lot, and they treated her like another sibling. She didn't feel like an outsider. She fit like a glove in the family.

Once Wanda had brushed her hair and her face, she was ready for the day. She headed downstairs, eating breakfast with the family before they all heard the familiar crunching of a vehicle driving up the gravel driveway. Natasha was here.

Wanda smiled, getting up and walking out the door to greet the redhead. She waved as the nice black motorcycle pulled up, the rider pulling off her helmet. Natasha gave her old teammate a smile, nodding at her gently.

"Maximoff," she said. "How've you been? Well, I hope." Her voice was gentle and caring, which was a tone Wanda definitely hadn't heard from Natasha before.

Wanda nodded, smiling. She didn't move to hug her, as she knew Natasha had boundaries, and crossing them was a bad idea. "I am well, actually. I hope the drive up here was all right? Come inside," she said, leading her indoors. She felt even more at ease, now that someone from the team besides Clint was here. She was happy that Natasha had arrived.