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FILL: After The War (6/?)

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“Welcome to Wakanda,” Clint announces, touching the jet down carefully as his older two children peer out the front window with wide eyes.

“Is this where we’re gonna be on vacation, Dad?” Cooper asks.

“Sure is. There’s a pool and internet connection and everything.”

“Sweet!”

Clint powers down the jet as Laura shoos the children into the back to get their luggage. Clint follows a moment later, taking Nathaniel from Laura so she can get her own things together.

“The others are probably out and about, seeing if T’Challa needs help, but you’ll get to see them tonight at dinner,” he tells her, bouncing Nate a little as he coos and flaps his arms.

“Any word on Natasha?”

“Just a quick phone call confirming that she’s in deep; not much else,” he replies, voice low so that his older kids can’t hear as he leads the way off the jet. “I’m going to pick her up after you all get settled in and I check on some things here.”

“Don’t worry about me and the kids, we’ve got this handled,” Laura reassures him, setting her bag down on the landing pad. “What needs checking in on?”

“Laura,” a breathy voice sobs before he can reply, and Clint turns in sync with his wife to find Wanda standing behind them, eyes brimming with relieved tears.

“Wanda,” his wife says in gentle realization, opening her arms as she starts toward the girl, and Wanda doesn’t waste a second running into her embrace.

Clint shifts Nathaniel’s weight on his hip as his wife hugs the little witch tight, kissing her forehead and trying to hush her tears to absolutely no avail. The girl doesn’t look any worse than when he left, thankfully, and Clint lets out a little breath as he watches his wife draw back from the little witch to look her over.

“Oh, Wanda…my poor baby…what have they done to you?”

Wanda sobs out some quiet reply that Clint can’t hear, raising a trembling hand to her throat, and Laura hugs her tight once more.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” his wife scolds in the loving way that only a mother can, and Wanda sobs out something that sounds like ‘mama’ as she buries her face against the older woman’s shoulder.

Nathaniel starts fussing in his arms, upset by the sound of his aunt’s crying, and Clint bounces the little boy on his hip as the other two kids climb out of the jet, hauling suitcases that seem far too big for them as they look around in wonder.

“Auntie Wanda!” Lila cries once she gets a good look at who her mother is hugging, and she runs to join Laura in embracing the witch. Wanda sobs out a little laugh, drawing back from Laura for just long enough to tug Lila close and press a tear-soaked kiss to her forehead before tucking herself snugly back into his wife’s embrace.

“Come on, kiddos,” Clint calls before the two can start asking questions, shifting Nate’s weight in his arms so that he can grab Laura’s suitcase. “Let’s get you guys to your rooms so you can unpack.”

The two children drag their suitcases after him obediently, glancing back over their shoulders at their mother as Laura hushes Wanda gently and rocks the girl in her hold.

The hallway from the landing pad to the guest quarters is fairly deserted, and Clint leads the way to the wing where all of the rogue Avengers are currently being housed by T’Challa. Nathaniel is cooing in wonder as he looks around, and Clint hears the slap of quick footsteps on marble tile as Lila picks up her pace to jog at his side, her bag rattling behind her. None of his children utter so much as a word until he opens the door to their quarters.

The space that T’Challa has given him for his family consists of a common area with an open kitchen and living room, as well as four bedrooms. One for him and Laura, with a crib set up for Nathaniel in the corner, one for Lila (that will most likely be shared with Natasha once he tracks her down), one for Cooper, and one for Wanda, because her powers have been out of whack since the Raft and she’s most stable when she’s near him.

“Cooper, door on the left. Lila, the one over there is yours,” he instructs before moving his wife’s suitcase into their room and tossing it up onto the bed.

He sets Nathaniel in the crib so he has a free hand to unpack, and the baby starts to gurgle curiously as Clint moves away, his eyes on the little beaded animal mobile strung overhead.

He gets halfway through unpacking Laura’s bag before he realizes that someone is standing in the doorway. He turns to find his daughter shuffling her feet, her arms hugged around her middle in worry.

“What’s up, sweet pea?” he asks, crouching beside her.

“Daddy?” Lila asks quietly. “Is Auntie Wanda okay?”

Clint takes a slow breath, carefully picking his words as he tries to find a way to explain the after-effects of physical and psychological torture to a ten year old.

“She’s been through some rough stuff in the past few weeks,” is all he says in explanation. “You remember when you had that really bad day at school, and all you wanted to do was come home, hug Mommy, and cry? That’s kinda what she’s going through right now.”

“Oh…” the girl murmurs. “Poor Auntie Wanda…”

“Yeah. So just let her take it easy for a bit, okay? I know you’re both thrilled to see her, but I need you and Cooper to give her some space until she’s feeling better.”

“Are her powers acting up again?” Lila asks, and Clint has to swallow hard because the last time Wanda’s powers had been “acting up” it had been right after her twin brother had taken a dozen bullets for him and left her all alone in the world and dangerously unstable.

“Yeah, kiddo,” he whispers, stroking a hand over her hair. “Yeah, they are.”

When he finishes unpacking his bag and scooping a fussing Nathaniel back into his arms, he finds that Laura and Wanda have moved to the common area. They are sitting side by side on the sofa, and Laura glances up as he approaches.

His wife is cradling the girl to her chest, humming some soft little lullaby as she strokes Wanda’s hair. Wanda, on the other hand, is looking better than he’s seen her look for days, her head resting sleepily against Laura’s shoulder and her eyes finally back to their usual dark green.

“I told the kids to give her some space,” he tells Laura quietly, sinking down on Wanda’s other side and shifting Nathaniel to sit in his lap. The little boy flails his arms with a happy little gurgle, and Wanda turns enough to reach out a hand for him. She smiles as the infant grabs clumsily at her fingers, trying to get her rings into his mouth, but she keeps them out of his reach with an expert twist of her wrist.

“Watch your hair,” Laura warns her gently. “He’s just learned how to pull.”

Wanda laughs softly – actually laughs – and Clint lets out a relieved breath that he hadn’t known he was holding.

She’s gonna be okay. His magical super-kid is going to be okay.