Someone To Stay | Wanda Maximoff

4. Time Will Tell

WANDA's POV

"Okay, so who's taking the kid? Personally, I think it should be Maximoff, given that she is yours," Tony voices, his opinion being agreed upon by everyone else. Everyone except me.

About an hour ago, we arrived back to the Compound. We have to stop by here before going back to our homes. Most of us, or at least us with families, live in safe houses, me included. We just have to stay at the Compound for a little while for mission reports and whatnot, it also helps us to separate our home life and work life.

Although, the paths might cross given that the girl we found on a work mission just so happens to be my long-lost daughter.

I'd take her back home with me in a heartbeat. But it's just the question of if she's going to allow me to take her in. I know for a fact that I'm not exactly her favorite person right now. Who can blame her?

"I just can't believe you had another kid and never told us," Steve says, almost sounding disappointed with me.

"Back off, Rogers," Natasha snaps at him, "It isn't your business, or your past. It's Wanda's, so butt out." She's using the 'don't you dare test my patience' tone that she uses when she's defending the people she loves and cares about. I find it sweet.

"Thank you, Nat. Now if you'll all excuse me, I'm gonna go see Luna. I left her in med bay after Bruce checked her out," I announce before abruptly leaving the room.

Luna was still completely passed out by the time we arrived back. The poor kid was exhausted. She's been fighting her whole life and now she finally has the opportunity to grow and feel how she needs to feel and do normal teenager things. I'm going to make sure I give her that life. I screwed up the first time, I won't do the same this time.

Given that she was so run-down when we got to her, the first thing I did when the jet landed was carry her to med bay for Bruce to give her a physical. Luckily, although worrying, she's extremely light, so I was able to lift her up with little effort.

After the physical, Bruce informed me that apart from being a little dehydrated, a lot underweight from malnourishment, and obviously very beaten up and bruised, she's okay. Physically. Mentally is a whole other story. And I worry for how she's going to adjust to this new life. Or if she'll allow me to help her through it. Only time will tell.

Walking into the med bay, I can still see Luna sound asleep on one of the beds, the IV that Bruce put in to hydrate her is still attached to her arm, too.

I feel bad knowing I have to wake her. The poor girl is so tired. Looking at her sleeping, I begin to realize how much she really looks like me. Almost a carbon copy of how I looked as a sixteen year old. Thank god she didn't get any of Strucker's facial genes, I'm not sure I could live with being reminded of him every day.

"Hey. Luna, it's me, it's Wanda," I tell her once she starts to stir. Her face immediately goes fearful when she gathers that she's not in her regular placement. "You're okay, you're safe. We arrived back at the Compound."

"W-where are my drawings?" is the first thing she asks upon shooting awake, but she places a hand on her head and winces.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned.

"I'm fine. Just dizzy."

"Alright, honey. Do you want some water? Or maybe something else to eat?"

"No. Where are my drawings?"

Her drawings? What drawings? Oh, those ones she picked up out of her cell before we left. Yes, I put them here somewhere.

"Ah! Here you go," I say with a smile as I hand her the plastic wallet full of the papers.