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Assistant: Title: To Change What Your History Will Be
        Author: trebles_and_tones trebles_and_tones 
        Chapter: 5/6 
        Summary: Natasha picks an orphan literally out of the streets in Sokovia, to save her from a fate the Black WIdow knew all too well. Nat wants nothing more than to change what Wanda's history is going to be -- a history Natasha lived.Taking the first step was easy, claiming the kid as hers. It would be learning to raise the child that would be the tough part … keeping her safe and away from HYDRA and the limelight of being the child of a an Avenger. But, the Black Widow knew she was, without a doubt, ready to take the leap for Wanda.
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    Clint sat beside Wanda — the two were often found playing the Wii Tony has purchased in a peaceful silence the two of them seemed content with. At first, Wanda hadn’t understood the excitement of the games, but Clint’s happiness over playing for two straight hours was contagious. Normally, Natasha would come in and turn it off after an hour, no matter if it was Wanda or Clint playing. But today was different — today, Wanda and Clint were the only two in the compound because everyone else had had to go to various meetings. So, Wanda and Clint were in their happy place, three and a half hours in to a hopefully eight hour marathon of gaming. They paused only to eat, drink, or take a bathroom break. Mario Kart was simply that serious. And, what Natasha didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her in the least, or so Clint had said of their little secret with a wink that made Wanda think Natasha actually did know about their marathon and had perhaps even said it was okay. “Ha! Little Witch, I beat you twice!” Clint said proudly, as he rarely beat her at the game after the second time they’d played it and she’d finally caught on. Wanda grinned, and quickly hit start on the next race, leaving an unprepared Clint in her wake. “Hey, no fair!” Clint said, hurriedly grabbing his remote. Wanda just giggled as she made sure to stay in the lead, releasing a red turtle shell and hoping it would hit Clint’s Mushroom driving car. “I’m going to tell Tasha you cheated,” Clint said with a faux pout after he did, indeed, lose the race. Wanda giggled again, “No you won’t! Sides, I know what you two do when I’m sleeping, and it isn’t you tattling on me.”Clint froze, turning to the little girl. “What do you mean, Wanda?” His voice was much more serious now. Enough so, that it made Wanda’s face fall slightly. “I’m not going to tell anyone about you and Natasha. I only saw a bit when I tried to look in your mind before you kicked me out of your head. I know you two sleep together sometimes but no one else knows. No one here is supposed to know.”Yep, Wanda knew Clint and Natasha sometimes had s@x. They acted like she was clueless! She was twelve and had lived on the streets for most of her life!“Wanda, you have to keep that a secret, okay? We will talk to Tasha, but maybe keep it to yourself for now,” Clint said. Wanda shrugged and clicked start on remote again. Seriously, adults needed to chill. What did she care if Natasha did things with Clint. Didn’t make her any difference as long as Clint stayed cool and never turned into an overbearing parental figure. Wanda already had plenty of that with Natasha. A day later, Wanda had come to a conclusion – living with Natasha was a completely new reality for Wanda. They’d been at the compound a week. It had been only a week.But, between the constant supervision, at least three meals a day, clean clothes, a bed, and rules, Wanda was beyond overwhelmed. She just refused to let Natasha know that she felt that way. Not when the woman made her feel safer than she ever remembered feeling. Natasha’s mere presence made her feel better most days, and it was something Wanda wasn’t used to.Mostly, what overwhelmed Wanda was the rules Natasha gave her and altered when she thought they needed to be changed. How many rules could someone give? How many times could they be changed when Natasha didn’t think they worked?Apparently, Natasha could give half a million plus. At least that is what it felt like to Wanda. The rules just didn’t all make sense to Wanda. Why did she need a bath every day? It was a waste of time and water.A bedtime? She had never had a bedtime, but every single night at exactly 8:30 p.m., Natasha made her put her pajamas on and get into bed. Originally, Natasha hadn’t made her go to bed until 9 – but soon realized that didn’t put Wanda anywhere near sleep until at least 10. So, she’d started calling the time before bed a “calming period” which had honestly made Wanda roll her eyes.Though, at least Natasha would take that time each night, before her bedtime at nine, and would read to her from whatever book Wanda was reading. After a chapter, Natasha would put the book away and then lay beside her and rub her back until she fell asleep.It was, in fact, frustrating to Wanda that it never failed. It always made her fall asleep. For someone who had had very few restful nights, it was both comforting and frustrating. How was it possible that Natasha could so easily get her to fall asleep? And not only that, but she stayed asleep until morning unless she had a bad dream. But even that was few and far between.Another rule Natasha made within her first week was Wanda had to ask before going outside despite the fact the compound had a security system so advanced, there was no way anyone could get close to them without the Avengers being alerted. Natasha didn’t care, so Wanda had to ask before she could go outside. Honestly, though, at first the girl didn’t care. She’d spent more time outside then she cared to admit.But then Tony had a literal playground installed on the third day she was at the compound. A playground with a slide, swings, monkey bars, a tree house, and a rock wall, all set in the trees behind the compound, but within the fenced in area.Since Tony had installed the treehouse, Wanda wanted to spend all of her time there. Why wouldn’t she? She kept several books there. It was amazing and offered her an escape from being parented constantly, which was exhausting. There was a warm rug on the floor of the treehouse, plush bean bags, blankets, and pillows. It was a comfortable place to hide, and Wanda loved it.The treehouse was also where she cried for Pietro. She didn’t want others to see her crying. Weaknesses were not okay. Weaknesses could get you killed. That had been her mantra for so long, she couldn’t very well change it now.Wanda was physically incapable of talking about her twin. He had been the center of her world for so long, she didn’t really know how to cope without him.Except she was handling life without her twin and she was also happy.And that made her feel absolutely horrible and selfish. Her brother had been the most important person her entire life and he was dead. He would never be again. The only thing she even had left from him were some of the clothes she now had in her special box Natasha had given her. It was why she’d been so worried about Natasha throwing her clothing away the first day. She had nothing else of Pietro’s. Nothing but memories. Wanda had snuck the box out of her room and into the treehouse. She kept it there so she could look through them without Natasha seeing her.That was, however, why the outside rule drove Wanda insane. Sometimes she didn’t know she was going to need to go to her treehouse. Sometimes her emotions caught her off guard and she felt like she had to keep them contained. She didn’t want Natasha to think she was unhappy. Because the truth was she had never been this happy. This safe.But. There was always a “but.”It wasn’t fair to Pietro. It would never be fair to Pietro.And it was in the treehouse where she had a thought she knew she would have to keep to herself: Why Pietro and not her? Natasha Romanoff was a bottle of mixed emotions, though no one would know it by just looking at her. They were still debriefing about Sokovia, so the Avengers had been forced to stay at the compound, which meant she had to keep Wanda there as well. But, the truth was, Natasha wanted to go home. To go home where she didn’t have to keep secrets. Where she didn’t have to be in total control all the time. Where she and Clint didn’t have to hide their family. Where Laura knew her inside and out. Where they all lived happily with their three children – now four with Wanda. Natasha hadn’t really had much of a chance to talk to Laura or Clint about Wanda – although she knew they would consider it her avoiding them. They were not exactly wrong. She was most certainly avoiding them both. She’d screened so many of Laura’s calls, she knew she would have to face the music when they were face to face. She had never taken such a huge step without discussing it with her partners, and they had lived together since she was a mere nineteen years old. Clint seemed okay with it overall, but she wasn’t sure about Laura since she hadn’t talked to her other than to tell her about Wanda. She knew Clint had talked to Laura about it more, but that was it. What would they say about her adopting Wanda without bringing them into even a conversation? She had made sure Clint was Wanda’s guardian on the adoption paperwork, but couldn’t put Laura on the paperwork because it would have let others know about her and their children. It was bad enough so many people would know about Wanda. “You need to stop stressing, Tash,” a voice from the door said. Natasha looked at the doorway as Clint leaned against the doorframe. He closed the door behind him, then flicked the switch Tony had made sure to install in every bedroom so Friday couldn’t spy on them. Natasha immediately felt her body loosen up. It was late and Wanda was asleep in her room. Clint came up behind her and rubbed her arms up and down, knowing it would help with the stress running through her body because it always did. “I haven’t been able to talk to Laura about Wanda. Or you, really. Clint, was I selfish to bring another child into our home?” she whispered. “No, you weren’t selfish in bringing Wanda into our family. Wanda needs us. She needs you. You will offer her a perspective no one else in the world will be able to. The three of us together – our kids are lucky, Tasha. They are lucky to have us as their parents.” “I haven’t talked to Laura at all after I told her about Wanda.” “Oh, I know. Lor told me you have been avoiding her. What do you truly think that will accomplish, love? You’ve been screening her calls and avoiding being alone with me as well. The least you could have done was not send her straight to voicemail. Not your smartest move,” Clint said with a small chuckle. Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed, “I know, Clint. I am so ready to go home. I miss Laura and the kids. We haven’t even met our youngest child because of Sokovia, and this debriefing is taking forever. I want Wanda to know she has a bigger family than just me. I can’t do that here. And honestly, I just really want to be in my bed with my lovers, with my children all asleep under the same roof.” “A few more days, Tash. I would probably call Laura before we go home though – or at least don’t ignore her call next time. It would be nice to go home without tension between you two,” Clint said, knowing any tension between them would make Tasha feel guilty until she and Laura hashed it out, usually with an extremely long talk. He honestly didn’t mind usually, but this time, he really wanted to just go home and just be with both his partners and children. “I know, I know. I will call her tomorrow and talk to her.”Natasha was finally on the phone with Laura, and she was surprised Laura wasn’t fussing at her for ignoring no less than two dozen calls. The assassin’s main issue right now, however, was because she was absolutely failing motherhood alone with flying colors. She had never planned on raising Wanda alone for even this long. But they were still debriefing about bl@@dy Sokovia and it didn’t help they’d not found Banner and the higher ups wanted to know why the hell they hadn’t.One week. She’d had Wanda for one week and had been parenting her alone when she was used to parenting her children with two other people. But things couldn’t be out in the open with the Avengers or the public. And, honestly, it wasn’t anyone’s business what her personal life was or was not. She couldn’t risk the safety of her family.Did Wanda know that she was still hiding things from her, though? Wanda was a child and because of that, Natasha wasn’t sure she could tell her everything right now. Not when her personal life was not known by anyone outside of their family. But Wanda had seen inside her head. How much had she seen though? Natasha was pretty sure only saw what Natasha had felt her see, but what if she knew about the others and accidentally let it slip? Yes, the girl was street smart, but she was still only a child.Wanda wouldn’t even talk to her right now unless she was directly asked something. She refused to talk about the death of her brother. She didn’t even dare do so much as talk back to Natasha and hadn’t since the first day when she’d been forced to take a bath and hadn’t wanted to.Wanda was just … complacent. She did what she was told and tiptoed around the compound. She did what she thought the adults wanted her to do. It wasn’t normal for a child to be so perfectly well behaved, which made Natasha think that Wanda was afraid to act out. Afraid to talk. Afraid to let Natasha know what she was truly feeling.“Am I doing the right thing, Laura? What if I am scr@w@ng her up more? I am not prepared to do this alone. Am I out of my element?” Natasha asked. She was in a chair, staring out the window of her room.“Tasha, you know more about how to raise that child than anyone else. You know this, so where are the doubts coming from?” Laura asked. She was used to a Natasha Romanoff most people were not privy to, and knew well what she was thinking. She knew Natasha better than just about anyone other than Clint. And even he was only a close second after Laura.“What if that is exactly why I shouldn’t be the one raising her alone right now? You know what she said to me the first day we were here? ‘What is so wrong with how you grew up if you turned into a you that wants me?’ Laura, what twelve year old child says that in response to being told now she won’t have to grow up the way I did?” Natasha said in a nearly harsh whisper. Normally, she would never snap at Laura. Laura had a way of calming her that no one else did. But it had been so long since she’d been home, that she felt out of touch with what her reality was when she wasn’t protecting the world.“Tasha, a child who asks that is one who knows she is being given a second chance at life – one who doesn’t question your upbringing because you saved her. It is okay to be scared of being practically a single mother right now. Of being the mother of Wanda Scarlett Romanoff. But do not let that cloud your judgement, and do not let that cause you to fear how you are raising that little girl right now.”“You’ve never been afraid of being a mother. You are the best mother the kids could ever have,” Natasha said, as if that proved her point.“Natasha, are you joking right now? There are times when I am still terrified about being a mother. Do you not remember when I had Cooper? If it weren’t for you and Clint, I don’t know that I would have been able to handle it after we brought him home. And, with you and Clint gone so often, what if I do not raise them the way they deserve? What if I do the one thing that screws them up for life? These are normal feelings, Tasha, and do you forget that you are also their mother?” Laura told Natasha.“Why is this normal? I didn’t even talk to you or Clint before I decided to take her, Laura. What kind of partner am I that I brought another child into our lives without asking? I haven’t even been able to tell Wanda about our family, Laura. What part of this is normal? What part of me adopting a kid without talking to my partners and without telling the kid about who her family will be is normal?”Laura put her hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh that was trying to escape her.“Laura, this is not in the least bit funny!” Natasha hissed.“Oh, my dear Tasha, it is hilarious. The Black Widow, terrified of being alone with a child? Upset because she did something without talking to her family first – something she knows both her partners would never have denied her? Sweetheart, there is nothing to be afraid of. You would think you didn’t already have three children at home. I promise you, I promise, that you are doing okay by Wanda and we will all be together soon, so parenting her will not be your sole responsibility. And even when you are afraid that you are messing up before you get home, all you have to do is call me so we can talk about it. I am always here for you, you know that,” Laura said gently. “It would be much better than you refusing to talk to me. Which you know we will talk about when you get home.”“I know you are,” Natasha replied, quickly wiping a stray tear away from the corner of her eye.She was the Black Widow. She didn’t do emotions. Not at all.But then she became a mother, and everything changed. She had been a mother for a long time – twelve years nearly, since Cooper would soon turn twelve – she just wasn’t sure about raising Wanda alone, a child who was exactly like she had been as a child, without her partners for an extended period of time. They needed one another, especially when it came to child rearing.She was so ready to go home to the farm. She missed being with her family. She missed Laura and their children. She missed being with Laura and Clint each night. She missed her kids. She was sad that Wanda still had no clue she now had a family larger than she knew. People who loved her more than she would ever understand. A place she would forever be able to call home. She was worried that Wanda wouldn’t want to leave the safety of the compound to venture into the unknown. But that time was quickly approaching.How would Wanda deal with finding out she had two other parents? The questions were just racing through Natasha’s mind and she wondered if she had bitten off more than she could chew.“I want to come home,” Natasha whispered into the phone. Laura knew she was holding back tears. She could hear it in her voice and feel it in her heart.“Soon, sweetheart. Soon.”“What would you like for supper, Zvyozdochka?” Natasha asked later that night. It was only going to be the two of them, as everyone else had plans. Natasha loved these nights, when she could focus on Wanda and they could talk.She received a shrug in return. There were some things Wanda hated to eat, which they had found out the hard way. Natasha had made some Russian dishes, but Wanda almost always turned her nose up at them. She loved avocados with salt and pepper, and it was hard to keep the kitchen stocked with them.“How about spaghetti?”A shake in the negative was her answer.“Grilled cheese?”Another shake.“Tacos?”Shake.“Soup?”Shrug.Soup it was.“Is something bothering you, Zvyozdochka? You are being really quiet tonight,” Natasha said, reaching a hand up to Wanda’s cheek, cupping it. She smiled when Wanda leaned into her hand, soaking up the attention Natasha would be more than happy to freely give if only Wanda would let her. If only Wanda didn’t seem to run from the attention Natasha wanted to so freely give her – just as sheBut, if anyone knew how hard it was to accept affection when you weren’t used to it.“Can I go outside?” Wanda asked.Natasha looked out the window. It was already dark. It wasn’t the first time Wanda had asked to go outside, and when Natasha said yes, she always went into the treehouse. She’d honestly wanted to murder Tony when he had the treehouse and the literal playground in, but Wanda loved that treehouse.Only it seemed like Wanda was wanting to go out more and more, and she always looked like she had been crying once she came back inside.She wouldn’t answer questions, however. She always just said she was okay, a light blush creeping over her face each time. It was a lie, but one Natasha could do nothing about. She couldn’t prove Wanda was lying to her, so she had to wait. She had to wait for the right moment“Not right now, Zvyozdochka. It is too late.”Wanda’s head snapped up and she stared at Natasha.“Please?”Natasha looked at her again, staring at the preteen for several moments before speaking again.“It is too late, Wanda.”Wanda took a deep breath.“Fine, I am going to my room.”And she quickly left the kitchen.Natasha put her hands flat on the counter and looked down, a deep sigh filling her chest. She was so ready to go home.She sighed even more when she looked out the kitchen window and saw Wanda climbing into the treehouse.Yes. Natasha was ready to go home. Being a single parent was for the birds.'
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