Steve had encouraged her to take this break; before she fully committed herself to training, she needed to take time. Time to mourn. Time to figure out how to think of one half as being whole. But where could she go? What would she do? Wanda has never been alone in her entire life.
It was Natasha who had the answer. She knew a place Wanda could go where she would feel safe. Where she would not feel alone. Where even if she wasn't family, she'd be made to feel like she was, if only for a brief time.
Now Wanda sits on the floor of the kitchen in the Barton family home on their farm, playing with the Clint's daughter and the few weeks old kittens that the barn cat recently gave birth to.
His little girl claps her hands in delight as Wanda's hands curl into signs of power, as the dancing red lights makes one particularly brave kitten dance and paw with infantile ferocity. "That's one of the girls, Wanda! You name her!"
It takes Wanda a moment. She doesn't smile much anymore, but when she does, she's found it's most often when she's around the children - especially around little Nathaniel Pietro.
"Maržena," she decides. "She is a goddess of many things. Magic. Death. Rebirth." A flick of her ring finger and the kitten's tail is gently tugged, prompting the little feline to try and chase it. "It's a good name, yes?"
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Date: 2015-05-06 12:28 am (UTC)It was Natasha who had the answer. She knew a place Wanda could go where she would feel safe. Where she would not feel alone. Where even if she wasn't family, she'd be made to feel like she was, if only for a brief time.
Now Wanda sits on the floor of the kitchen in the Barton family home on their farm, playing with the Clint's daughter and the few weeks old kittens that the barn cat recently gave birth to.
His little girl claps her hands in delight as Wanda's hands curl into signs of power, as the dancing red lights makes one particularly brave kitten dance and paw with infantile ferocity. "That's one of the girls, Wanda! You name her!"
It takes Wanda a moment. She doesn't smile much anymore, but when she does, she's found it's most often when she's around the children - especially around little Nathaniel Pietro.
"Maržena," she decides. "She is a goddess of many things. Magic. Death. Rebirth." A flick of her ring finger and the kitten's tail is gently tugged, prompting the little feline to try and chase it. "It's a good name, yes?"