Can't Ask, Don't Need, Won't Acknowledge

Chapter 8: Change of Scenery

Tony shrugged his shoulders, “knock yourself out. Romanoff, Cap let me show you the briefing room.” The other three left the room. Wanda carefully caressed the wooden piano, gently lifting the lid up to reveal the keys. She sat down earnestly at the piano, and placed her fingers gingerly onto the black and white keys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had sat at a piano. Wanda closed her eyes, remembering those Sunday mornings sat at the piano with her mother. She kept resting her hands on the piano and keeping her eyes closed slowly started to play, she found her muscle memory allowed her to play, as she played the opening notes to Comptine d'un autre été : L'après-midi. Wanda found herself getting lost in the music, as her fingers danced across the piano.

“That’s quite impressive…”

The voice broke Wanda away from her playing, and she hit a bum note in response. Tony continued talking, “When did you learn to play the piano?”

“My mother was a piano teacher,” came the curt reply from Wanda, who then closed the lid of the piano down. “Why do you look so surprised?”

Tony shrugged his shoulders, “just surprised you learnt the Piano in Sokovia.”

Wanda’s face hardened, “My parents were teachers, I had a comfortable life. Sokovia is not some third world country for you Americans to look down on. My country was ruined by you. You and your weapons. You profited from my countries destruction and your ignorance is embarrassing.”

Tony Stark looked shocked at the younger girl unable to form words for once in his life. “Letting me live here as an avenger should not abate your guilt, your hands are stained with the blood of my kin. We did not need rescuing until you interfered in the first place.” She brushed past him as she left the room, leaving a stunned Tony Stark standing there.

Natasha walked back into the room joking with Steve, she took in the stunned Tony and the teenager who was storming off.

“What happened?”

To say Wanda did not like Tony Stark was an understatement. He was arrogant, cocky shit, as far she was concerned. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, she made her so angry. She glanced down at her currently unblemished wrist, it had been a a few weeks since she felt the urge. Wanda thought she was passed it but she was not. She reached into her dresser and grabbed a band out and flicked it angrily against her wrist. Stupid Stark, bringing up Sokovia, reminding me of Pietro. Making me feel guilty for being happy, making me feel guilty for forgetting. Each statement was emphasised by the flick of the band. She reached into her drawer and grabbed another wrist band out and placed it tentatively other her already showing bruises.

She heard a knock on the door, “Wanda it’s me…”

She walked over and opened the door, “I want to be alone please.”

“Not an option, “replied Nat, “What just happened? What did you say to Tony?”

“Nothing that wasn’t true,” she spat out bitterly.

“Wanda,” warned Natasha, “Calm down.”

‘I am calm,” argued Wanda irately. “I just don’t want to deal with Stark.”

“Tony Stark built this facility for us, and is funding the Avenger’s initiative, he has paid for your education. He is not perfect, he can be a bit crass, but his heart is in the right place Wanda.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, “Whatever… can you leave me alone now.”

Natasha crossed her arms across her chest. “Watch that tone with me, you can apologise to Tony at dinner.”

Wanda looked at her in pure anger her eyes started to turn red, “he should be apologising to me!”

Natasha just glared at the girl, “You will apologise Wanda.”