"Okay," Maggie breathed, staring at the large board she and Tony had created with everything surrounding her disappearance in the Russian database.

"This is a lot to get through," Tony rubbed his face tiredly.

It had taken them six hours to find all of the newspaper articles, necessary documents and evidence photographs and create the timeline.

Still, Maggie was confused. There were things missing.

"What's wrong?" Tony said, noticing the look on Maggie's face. "What did we miss?" he said.

"My father murdered my mother. He slit her throat. That's why I saw her dead when Maximoff messed with my mind," Maggie said. "But my siblings were there when Wanda messed with me. Johann had been shot and Katerina had her throat slit. They're not mentioned in any of the reports. Any. They're not mentioned once," Maggie said.

"You have siblings?" Tony blinked.

"Yes. Johann is four years older, Katerina is two," Maggie said. "But, see what I mean? You didn't know because they aren't mentioned. They were eight and six. Where did they go? Why aren't they mentioned?" Maggie said.

"I don't know," Tony said. "Were they not in the database?" he said.

"There was nothing on either of them. No birth or death certificate, no social security number or citizen ID. They're like ghosts, Tony. They didn't exist," Maggie said.

"They definitely existed though?" Tony checked.

"Definitely. I have this photo," Maggie crossed to her bedside table and rummaged through until she found the book of Russian poems Natasha had bought her. She turned to page two hundred and seven and pulled out the photograph she'd managed to keep all of these years.

She handed it to Tony and he smiled slightly. The photograph was of Maggie as a toddler, cute and small with a massive smile on her face, and her siblings. Johann had the same blonde hair as Maggie, an equally wide smile on his face. Katerina had brown hair, though her smile was the same as her siblings'.

All three of them looked genuinely happy and Tony realised for the first time how truly horrible everything must've been for Maggie growing up to make her go from this carefree little girl to the haunted teenager she was today.

Tony pinned the photograph to the board, looking at Maggie.

"Well, Magpie, I think we've got some ghosts to find," he said.

"Yeah, I think we do," Maggie nodded. They studied the board for a few seconds. "Tony?" she said quietly.

"Yeah, kid?" Tony said, looking from the board to Maggie.

"Do you think Nat is mad at me for wanting to know about this?" Maggie said.

"She isn't mad. She understands why you want to know. She's just worried that you'll get hurt. It's her job to protect you," he said. He sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "But she is gonna be pissed that you basically told her she wasn't your mom and couldn't give a shit about you," he said.

Maggie groaned and rubbed her face.

"I'm just wound up and I took it out on her. I'm such a dick," Maggie muttered.

"You're not that much of a dick," Tony said. "What's brought all of this on, anyway?" he said.

Maggie held out her laptop, the email sitting open on her screen.

"Joanna Alexander. Johann Alexandra. Your brother and your mother. What's the numbers for?" Tony said.

"They're the time and date that the first missing persons report was filed. I was supposed to have been returned home at lunchtime on the Sunday. She stayed up and waited, but I never went home," Maggie said.

"So, the question is, who's sending you this email? Is it Johann and Katerina? Or is it Dimitri? Or are we supposed to consider outsiders, too? If we can hack into the database to get the time and date that the report was filed, so can someone else," Tony said.

"Can we track it down? The computer ID?" Maggie said.

"Good idea, Magpie. Let's go," Tony nodded. Maggie wheeled the board down towards the elevator, following him with her laptop to his computer lab.

"That'll take a few hours to track down," Tony sighed as he put his feet up on the desk in the computer lab. "I'm gonna close my eyes. Wake me up when it's done," he said.

"Okay," Maggie said.

She settled herself in front of the computer and pulled out her phone while she waited. Wanda had been given a team phone and had already messaged Maggie.

Wanda Maximoff:

I may have caused a fire in the kitchen.

Maggie quickly jumped up and raced out of the lab towards the kitchen. She skidded in and saw Wanda staring at a burnt pan with a charred pancake inside.

"I put the fire out," Wanda turned to Maggie with wide eyes. "I don't know how it started," she said.

"Are you hurt?" Maggie said, using her powers to levitate the pan over to the sink.

"No, I'm okay," Wanda said. Maggie checked the stove and oven was off and then put the cold water on to try and cool the pan down for them.

"Are you hungry?" Maggie looked at Wanda.

"Not anymore," Wanda shook her head, eyes still on the burnt pancake.

"Okay," Maggie nodded.

She grabbed herself and Tony bottles of water for continuing working and made to leave the kitchen. She could still feel Wanda staring at her, though.

"What?" Maggie said, turning around to look at Wanda.

"Why are you so nice to me? I messed with your mind," Wanda said.

"People make mistakes," Maggie shrugged. "Doesn't make you a bad person. And you made up for it, so, we're cool," Maggie said.

"I'm still sorry. I won't do it again. I promise," Wanda said.

"It's cool. Promise," Maggie said.

Wanda held out her pinky hopefully. Maggie frowned.

"What, uh, is that for?" she said.

"You don't know what a pinkie promise is?" Wanda said.

"No," Maggie shook her head.

"Oh," Wanda said. Her face brightened. "Put your finger like mine," she said. Maggie held her little finger out. Wanda linked them together. "Now you kiss your thumb to lock it," she said.

"What?" Maggie frowned.

"Just do it," Wanda giggled. Maggie rolled her eyes to fight down the weird flipping in her stomach and kissed her thumb to lock it. "That's the ultimate form of trust. Pietro and I used to-" Wanda cut herself off, her smile dropping.

Her eyes fell to their hands and she saw the red woolen bracelet poking out of her sleeve. She used her powers to pull it forward and frowned at it. Maggie followed her gaze and bit her lip. She didn't know what she'd say if Wanda asked why she had it.

Maggie looked up quickly, using their still linked fingers to tug Wanda along behind her.

"C'mon. I'm going to work out for a few hours. You can get some of your feelings out," Maggie said.

"I don't have feelings," Wanda said quietly.

"You do," Maggie said flatly. "Everyone does, no matter how much you try and ignore them. You don't have to come with-"

"No, I want to," Wanda cut Maggie off this time. "If that's still okay, of course," she said.

"Yeah, that's okay," Maggie said.

They continued down the hallway towards the training room. As they almost reached the door, Wanda moved her pinkie from Maggie's to intertwine their hands.

Maggie pulled away as soon as they were in the door, walking over to one of the punching bags.

"Don't do too much," Maggie muttered, starting to let out her frustration onto the bag.

"Magdalena," Friday's voice came over the speakers a few hours later.

"Yeah, Friday?" Maggie pulled back from the punching bag and looked at the ceiling.

"Mr Stark told me to alert you that the location has been found," she said.

"Good," Maggie quickly took off towards the door.

"He would also like me to alert you that Ms. Romanoff has found out about the location and she is waiting for you to join her and Mr Stark," Friday said.

"Oh, shit," Maggie breathed. "Does she look pissed? Is she gonna kill me?" Maggie said.

"She doesn't look best pleased, Magdalena," Friday admitted.

"Great," Maggie said.

"Magdalena? What's happening?" Wanda hurried after Maggie, sliding into the elevator with her before the doors closed over.

"What's with following me? I said we were cool, not that we were friends. Working out wasn't us hanging out," Maggie said.

"Oh," Wanda's face dropped and her shoulders started to hunch over. She was embarrassed.

Maggie groaned as she rubbed her temples.

"I'm really sorry. That was mean. You're just a kid-"

"I turned seventeen three months ago," Wanda said.

"You're older than me?" Maggie frowned.

"Yes?" Wanda frowned. "Maybe?" she said.

"You are. I've got two months until my birthday. That's so rude," Maggie muttered.

The elevator doors opened and they walked down the hallway into the lab.

Natasha was already waiting with her arms crossed, Tony looking sheepish as he stared at the computer.

"She's such a mom," Tony muttered.

"Welcome to my world," Maggie muttered back.

"Do you have any idea how stupid this is?!" Natasha yelled. "You got an email from someone who knows some information about you so you decide you're gonna track them down? What if it's Dimitri? What if he's trying to draw you out to kill you? What if he's hacked into your computer and can hear everything we're saying?" Natasha said.

"What if it's my siblings who are apparently ghosts in the wind?" Maggie fired back from where she was sat beside Tony. Wanda was sat on the couch behind Natasha, watching the fight go down with Steve, Clint, Thor and Vision. Bruce was still missing.

"What if it's your psychopathic father?!" Natasha cried. "You almost died last time you fought him and-"

"But I didn't!"

"You were shot!"

"I've been shot before."

"You're not making this better," Tony muttered to Maggie.

"You, shut up," Natasha glared at him. "I can't believe you, Tony. I mean, really. I've known you for a long time and you should know better by now than to not go behind my back about Maggie. If you wanted to help Maggie do more than just hack into the databse, you should've told me what she was doing. I mean, seriously? Researching her abduction? Are you trying to give her more trauma?" Natasha ranted.

"How long do these things usually last?" Wanda whispered to the others.

"The last time Tony and Maggie got in trouble, it was an hour lecture," Steve said.

"What did they do?" Wanda said.

"Accidentally blew up one of the cars when Tony was trying to teach Maggie how to drive. She really has terrible sense of direction," Clint said.

The computer pinged and Tony clicked on the new email in their box. Maggie leaned forward to read it, Natasha continuing to rant angrily.

"Nat-" Maggie tried.

"No!" Natasha yelled. Maggie sighed.

"Nat, listen to me," she said.

"If this is Dimitri, he's going to kill you. I cannot let him hurt you again. Ever," Natasha shook her head.

"It's not Dimitri," Maggie said.

"How'd you know?" Natasha said.

"Because Dimitri wouldn't send me this," Maggie spun the computer around for Natasha to see the email.

"It's just lines and symbols," Natasha frowned.

"Yeah," Maggie nodded.

"What does it say?" Steve asked.

"It says my name," Maggie said.

"Your name?" Natasha said.

"This looks like nothing to you. This was how Jo and Kat communicated in secret. They'd write secret notes when all of us were doing our homework at the table. Mama couldn't understand what they said. I wanted to learn so they taught me. I still remember it," Maggie said.

"And there's no way Dimitri could know this?" Clint said.

"Dimitri left when I was three. We only used this at home with mama and she never knew what it meant. There's no way he ever saw us use this," Maggie said.

"Unless he has Katerina and Johann, or has had them in the past, and they told him," Natasha said.

"I, uh, don't think that's what happened," Tony said slowly.

"Why not?" Natasha said.

"Because I ran facial recognition and aging protocols on the photograph Magpie had of her siblings," Tony said.

"And?" Maggie said.

"There's a match," Tony said. "For both of them," he said.

"They're not your siblings," Tony said.

"So, I'm double adopted instead of just regular adopted?" Maggie said slowly.

"You're not double adopted. They weren't, either. They were abducted," Tony said.

"Great. We love a common family interest," Maggie said sarcastically.

"They were abducted?" Natasha said.

Tony sighed and grabbed a pen, moving to a new board. He stuck down the photographs of Johann and Katerina, aged now twenty and eighteen respectively.

"Johann and Katerina Parlov, siblings," Tony said, drawing a line between their photographs. "Abducted at ages three and one following their admittance to hospital with a nasty flu," he said.

"By who? Dimitri or Alexandra?" Maggie said.

"Alexandra," Tony said. "Witness reports say a brunette woman dressed like a nurse was seen carrying them out of the hospital and she was pregnant," he said. He pointed at Maggie. "With you. You were born three months later, just after Katerina's second birthday, and bam, perfect family," he said.

"Why would Alexandra report a child missing after she'd abducted two herself? Wouldn't that just draw more attention to Johann and Katerina?" Clint said.

"As we know, they were never mentioned in any documents regarding Maggie or Alexandra. However, the day before the report was filed, Johann and Katerina Parlov were mysteriously found in a church two blocks from the hospital they were stolen from. They never talked about who abducted them or where they were kept and they went on living semi-regular lives," Tony said.

"They're still alive?" Maggie said.

"They are," Tony nodded. "And the location we pinged off of?" he said.

"Yeah?" Natasha said.

"That's the same church they were found at in Russia," Tony said.

"So, it is them," Maggie realised.

"We still have to think about what they want, Mags," Natasha said slowly, putting a hand on Maggie's shoulder. "Why are they reaching out now? You've been in the public eye for three years now. They would've had the chance to do it before," she said.

"I can also answer that," Tony said.

"You can?" Maggie said.

"They didn't reach out until now because they had been living in Sokovia with their birth parents. When Sokovia fell two days ago, they were some of the people who we managed to evacuate," Tony said.

"How'd you know?" Clint said.

"Because their cell phones pinged off of towers in Sokovia and there are files on the kids showing that they were enlisted in schools there. Johann was in college and Katerina was starting in September," Tony said.

"So, they must've seen Maggie and recognised her, or realised that our Maggie was their Maggie, too," Steve said.

"Must've," Tony nodded.

"So, what does all of this mean? Do we reach out? Do we invite them over?" Steve said. "Do you do that with estranged siblings?" he frowned.

"It's up to Maggie. She makes her own decisions," Natasha said, a small tone of bitterness in her voice.

Maggie looked down at the laptop, suddenly feeling a weird wave of anxiety flush over her.

She didn't want to meet Johann and Katerina after all of this time. They would see her for the monster Dimitri made her to be and she didn't want to know about the pain they'd been subjected to. For two siblings who had been abducted themselves, all Maggie could remember was how kind they were to her. They protect her from Dimitri's fits of rage when they didn't have to.

She'd been away from them for so long. She'd moved on. She had a new family and she didn't want to dig up old graves for two people she barely remembered, despite how much they still meant to her. She just wasn't prepared to open her heart up like that.

"No," Maggie stood up and tucked her hair behind her ears. "I'm going to bed. Sorry for getting you in trouble, Tony, and sorry for being a dick, Natasha," Maggie said.

She left the room quickly and hurried down to her floor. She locked her bedroom door and then enforced the locks with her powers so Natasha wouldn't be able to get in.

She changed into her pyjamas, consisting of a pair of shorts she'd stolen from Steve that came to her knees and an oversized hoodie of Natasha's that brushed her knees, too. Maggie really was tiny compared to Natasha.

Maggie crawled into her bed and pulled the blankets over her head. She knew she wasn't going to be sleeping good tonight.

Maggie was right in her assumptions. She woke up at five twenty seven in the morning to a searing pain in her left wrist and blood dripping down her head from a deep jagged gash in her hair. She only then remembered she'd been dreaming of the time that Dimitri had broken her wrist and smashed a beer bottle over her head in one of his alcohol fueled rages before he'd left the home.

She also only realised she was screaming when she heard a large bang on her door.

She fell silent, eyes jumping to the door.

"Maggie, let me in!" Natasha banged on the door. "Maggie!" Natasha yelled.

Maggie unlocked the door with her powers, staring at Natasha as she practically kicked the door open and flew to Maggie's bedside. Wanda was stood in the doorway, tears in her eyes as she stared at Maggie with pure pity.

Maggie looked away quickly.

"Maximoff," Natasha said loudly, putting her hands over the gash on Maggie's head. "Go and get the first aid kit from Maggie's bathroom. Quickly," she said.

Wanda hurried into the bathroom and returned a few seconds later with a first aid kit. She put it on the bed and opened it.

"Okay, Mags, what else hurts?" Natasha said, using one hand to grab the suture kit.

"My wrist," Maggie whispered.

"Left or right?" Natasha said.

"Left," Maggie said.

"Okay. Maximoff, left wrist splint and loads of bandages," Natasha said. "You know the drill, Mags," she added.

"Yeah," Maggie nodded.

Natasha flipped the lamp on and then put gloves on her hands. She moved Maggie's hair out of the way and grabbed the suture kit.

"Ready?" Natasha said.

Maggie usually held Natasha's hand whenever she got hurt enough to need sutures, which was quite a lot when she went through bad patches with her nightmares. Tony would usually suture her up, or Clint or Steve. It just depended who Natasha had been awake with whenever Friday alerted her that Maggie was in distress.

Maggie looked back up at Natasha. Her face dropped as she realised what was wrong.

"Maximoff, hold her hand," Natasha said.

Wanda sat beside Maggie and took her right hand carefully, intertwining their fingers like she did in the gym earlier.

Maggie didn't pull away so Natasha could start her sutures. The sooner they were over, the sooner she could stop holding Wanda's hand and feeling the weird electricity feeling in her stomach she got whenever they touched.

"Nearly done, malyshka," Natasha murmured. Maggie just hummed.

Natasha tied off the sutures and made sure the area was clean and covered, then bandaged Maggie's wrist. She put it in the splint, knowing Maggie would kick off if Natasha tried to get her to get a cast after the last time she'd needed one.

"Okay," Natasha nodded, throwing the gloves and stuff in the trash bin. "All done," she said.

"Are you okay?" Wanda said quietly. Maggie nodded, lying back on her bed. Wanda lay down beside her, hands still intertwined. "Can I stay? I can keep the bad dreams away, if you want," Wanda whispered.

Maggie just shrugged. She just wanted to go to sleep, hopefully without bad dreams, and forget that she'd basically ruined her relationship with Natasha forever. Another mother, gone.

"Do you two need anything?" Natasha said.

"I think we're okay, Ms Romanoff," Wanda said, sounding slightly terrified of Natasha. Maggie didn't blame her. Natasha was scary when she wanted to be and she hadn't exactly been very welcoming to Wanda after what nightmare she'd made Natasha and Maggie live through.

"I'm awake if you need me," Natasha said, turning to leave the room.

"Nat?" Maggie said. Natasha looked over her shoulder. "I'm sorry. For everything," she said. Natasha just nodded.

"Goodnight," she said.

Maggie groaned as her door closed over.

"She hates me, Wanda," Maggie said.

"She doesn't. She's just upset," Wanda said. "She's your mom. Or, isn't she? I'm confused. Clint said she was," she said.

"She adopted me three years ago. My biological mother is dead. I shouldn't have said that to her. She's done more for me than anyone ever has," Maggie said.

"She'll forgive you. You just have to make it up to her, prove that you were wrong," Wanda said.

"Proving I'm wrong goes against everything I stand for. I'm never normally wrong," Maggie said.

"You are this time," Wanda shrugged. She let go of Maggie's hand to roll onto her stomach. "Do you feel it?" she asked absentmindedly.

"Feel what?" Maggie looked at her.

"The electricity?" Wanda said.

"We aren't telephone poles or something," Maggie frowned. Wanda reached out and put her hand on Maggie's arm. Goosebumps immediately formed around her hand.

"You feel it," Wanda smiled to herself, lying her head on Maggie's pillow.

Maggie studied the girl for a few seconds before turning the lamp off.

"You wanna be friends?" Maggie said.

"I do!" Wanda grinned at Maggie, visible in the sunrise through the curtains.

"Then there are rules," Maggie said.

"Okay," Wanda nodded.

"This," Maggie motioned to the bed and Wanda's hand on her arm, "The sharing the bed and the touching, that stops. No cuddling, no sharing beds, no being soppy losers with feelings. No telling anybody about the electricity. It's probably because we're connected through the Mind stone. No cooking pancakes alone, either," Maggie said.

"Sounds fine," Wanda said.

"And no coming in here after my nightmares. I don't want you to mess with my mind to stop them. I don't need help to manage them," Maggie said.

"What if you need comfort and Natasha can't do it?" Wanda said.

"Then I suffer," Maggie said. "They're the rules," she added, rolling onto her side.

"Fine," Wanda sighed in agreement. "My rules, now," she said.

"Go on," Maggie said.

"Cuddling when I'm sad," Wanda said.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Magdalena?"

"Wanda?"

"Please?"

"If I say yes, will you shut up and let me go to sleep?" Maggie groaned into her pillow.

"Yes," Wanda had a shit-eating grin on her face that Maggie could feel through the room.

"Then yes. But you're not sad, I am, and there's only room for one sad bitch at the table today," Maggie said.

"Magdalena," Wanda whined.

"Fine! Just shut up," Maggie said.

Wanda beamed as she curled into Maggie's back, wrapping an arm around Maggie's waist.

"Thank you for saving me in Sokovia, and I'm okay with you having Pietro's bracelet," Wanda whispered.

"Sleep, Maximoff," Maggie muttered, but couldn't help but smile as she felt the electricity settling in her stomach now Wanda was holding her better.

Stupid feelings and making her soft. Maggie couldn't even find it in herself to care right now.

Three days passed without Maggie and Natasha talking properly again. They were both avoiding the subject and the other Avengers just had to follow their lead. Clint had gone home to see Laura and the kids, so Steve stuck by Natasha's side during the day when she didn't want to be alone. Wanda had attached herself to Maggie's side.

Maggie acted like she didn't want Wanda there, but both girls knew she didn't really mind Wanda's presence. She wasn't annoying, either. She was content to just sit and observe, or train with Maggie, or read while Maggie cooked lunch for them. She was sad over Pietro and Maggie was sad over Natasha, so each of them proved to be great distractions for each other.

The only problem was, Maggie was beginning to not think of Wanda as just a distraction. She was seeing her as a friend. She was seeing her as part of the Avengers. She was seeing her as the only person who gave her electricity when they touched.

The only person Maggie wanted to talk about to about her disastrously gay panic was Natasha and, seeing as that wasn't really an option right now, it meant Maggie just had to try and ignore it. Which, in Maggie's language, translated to avoid Wanda Maximoff at all costs, and probably avoid everyone else so nobody would ask her why she and Wanda were suddenly apart after 72 hours stuck at each other's hips.

However, Natasha noticed Maggie avoiding everybody and she thought it was because of her. So, Natasha decided to get over her own issues and go and find out what the hell was going on inside Maggie's head.

"Okay, why are you avoiding everybody?" Natasha barged into Maggie's room the next morning, pulling the curtains back to let the sunlight in.

Maggie groaned from where she was hiding under the blankets.

"Because I'm on my period," Maggie lied.

"We both know neither of us have the facilities for that," Natasha rolled her eyes and flopped onto Maggie's bed with her.

"It works with Steve," Maggie sighed.

"Steve doesn't know you don't have a uterus because he thinks you get them at graduation," Natasha said.

"You really think Steve would be cool if I told him they gave me a hysterectomy at age ten?" Maggie rolled her eyes.

"No, and that's why we'll probably keep it quiet," Natasha said. "Now, c'mon. Spill, malyshka," Natasha said.

"Why do you care? I was a bitch to you," Maggie buried her head back in her blankets.

"Yeah, you were," Natasha shrugged. "But you're still my kid, so I'm still sticking around. Talk," she said.

"You still want me?" Maggie peaked out of the blankets. "Even though I was completely horrible and said you weren't really my mom?" she said.

"Yeah," Natasha shuffled up so she was lying on the pillow beside Maggie. "We're going to fight sometimes and you're right. I'm not really your mother, not in the biological sense. But I am in the emotional sense, and in the sense that I'm the one that takes care of you," Natasha said.

"I know," Maggie muttered.

"I was looking out for you. We didn't know if this was Dimitri or Johann and Katerina and I knew it would cause problems, regardless of who it was. I can't see you hurt again. Not like how he hurt you last time. He almost killed you," Natasha said.

"I know," Maggie rolled over so she was lying on top of Natasha. Natasha wrapped her arms around Maggie and kissed her forehead. "I am sorry. It's still weird. I just... They're my family but they aren't really. Jo and Kat were the best parts of my childhood and then they were never really my family to begin with. Alexandra was supposed to be the good one and she abducted two kids and then dumped them when I was abducted. It's fucked up. I'm fucked up," Maggie trailed off.

"You're not fucked up," Natasha brushed her thumbs under Maggie's eyes to catch the tears before they fell. "You're my malyshka and you've had a tough life. You're still so brave and strong and powerful. What happened to you was messed up. You can't hold onto your past and move forward. You have to let go and you have to focus on who you are now. You're not the monster they wanted you to be. You're good. You're so good, Maggie," Natasha whispered.

"I'm sorry," Maggie cried, burying her face in Natasha's neck.

They lay there while Maggie cried for an hour. Natasha rhythmically rubbed Maggie's back to calm her down and Maggie counted Natasha's heartrate from where she could feel her pulse on her cheek. It was soothing enough for Maggie to be able to calm down enough to talk to Natasha about what else was bothering her.

"I feel electricity when I touch Wanda and I don't think it's just because of our connection to the Mind stone," Maggie mumbled.

"You have a crush on her?" Natasha smiled.

"No. Crushes are for losers," Maggie said.

"Secret time," Natasha said. "I had a crush on Steve when I first met him," she said.

"Of course you did," Maggie rolled her eyes.

"Crushes aren't a bad thing. You're gonna start experimenting soon and-"

"Shut up-"

"It's natural to feel things-"

"Nat, stop-"

"For other teenagers. It's a completely-"

"Please-"

"Biological process and-"

"Nat!"

"You should have your firsts-"

"Oh my god!"

"With somebody that you trust. If that person is Wanda-"

"Shut up!"

"Then that's great! You have someone that isn't a-"

"Please stop."

"Complete psychopath. She's your age, on your wavelength and you-"

"This is what hell is like."

"Two can bond over your powers. It's all very-"

"No."

"Shakespearian. Romeo and Juliet, if you will-"

"I won't."

"I'm teasing," Natasha laughed, smoothing Maggie's hair out of her face. "Partly. At least with Wanda I don't have to worry about her messing you around. She's too scared of me to upset you again," she said.

"Yeah, you terrify her. It's not funny," Maggie sighed.

"It's sort of funny," Natasha said.

"Yeah, it kind of is," Maggie smiled reluctantly. "But I don't think it's a crush," she said.

"You let her share your bed after your nightmare and you actually slept. Both of you did. I checked in. Neither of you had slept that soundly since the battle. Even if it's not a crush, there's something there, Mags. You've found someone special. Why not just go with it?" Natasha said.

"Because feelings are for losers."

"You are a loser. So, have your feelings."

"Rude."

"I'm right, though," Natasha said.

"Shut up," Maggie sighed.

"Say it," Natasha grinned.

"You're right. I'll go with it," Maggie said.

"Yay! Wagdalena-"

"That's horrific," Maggie interjected.

"Steve made that one. Mine was Magda, but he said that's stupid because that's just your name. And we tried with surnames, but they're almost the same unless we use Sokolov-"

"Sokolov isn't my name," Maggie shook her head. "I'm Romanoff. I'll deal with Wagdalena," Maggie said.

"Good," Natasha kissed her forehead. "I love you, malyshka," she said.

Maggie yawned into her neck and closed her eyes over.

"I love you, too, ma," she mumbled.