(Wandas POV)
It was 3:05 Am and the buzzing on my phone woke me up, It was a weather alert.
I put my phone down and went to the bathroom, I still haven't fully stop harming myself, and the only time I do it is when everyone is asleep.
I went back to the bed and Morgan was now spread open in my spot, great I had to be right next to Natasha.
I let out a sigh and got on the bed, I laid on the edge not close to Nat.
Our backs were now somehow touching now, I felt her groan and turn around...she was spooning me! I've never felt so comfortable like I was right now.
I could feel her breath hitting my neck which sends shivers down my back, she put her arm around me and scooted me closer to her, HOLY FUCK NATASHA ROMANOFF THE GREAT RUSSIAN ASSASSIN...LIKES CUDDLES!? I thought to myself.
(9:28 AM)
I heard a loud crash waking me up.
"Holy fuck" I said as Natasha and Carol woke up.
Our phones were suddenly buzzing.
Tony: Don't worry it was just a tree!
Steve: I thought someone had fallen
Carol: how would someone make that big off a sound you dumbass
Steve: Language
Carol: Fuck off!
Tony: Enough children!
Peter: can someone pick up the legos I just stepped on them and it hurt like fucking hell.
Wanda: Peter!
Carol: ohaha someone is about to get their ass kick!
"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!!" I heard Tony yell
"AHHHH! HELP!!" I heard Peter scream and running footsteps were followed around the compound.
We all laughed and Morgan woke up
"Why is Peter screaming," Morgan asked.
"Well Peter is screaming cause he is about to die," Carol said
"Is it a good scream or a bad scream?" Morgan asked
"Bad...why would it be a good scream?" Nat said
"Auntie Carol said-" Morgan was cut off.
"Doesn't matter!" Carol quickly yelled
"Let's get breakfast," Natasha said
We all went downstairs and ate breakfast.
During breakfast, I felt the urge to cut myself.
"I- gotta use the bathroom," I said getting up and rushing upstairs to my room.
I messed through the bathroom stuff and grabbed a little glass I had hidden from everyone, I started to cut and felt the blood drip.
"Wanda are you o-" Natasha stopped for a minute and stared at me.
"Tasha...I" I couldn't even make up an excuse for once.
"Don't...save the excuse" Nat said.
"Get yourself clean up and give me the glass," Natasha said.
"No Tasha please," I said as my eyes got watery.
"Give me the glass," She said her voice louder than before.
