Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or anything you recognize. This is also unbeta'd so bar with me here. This is my first 5 + 1 fanfiction ever, and the first story I've published that looks like it was written by someone with the vocabulary of a 17 year old. I'd take the other stories down, but sentiment and al that junk. Anyways, I wrote this story for my favorite little friend. She's literally the Wanda to my Natasha and I hope she loves this, because if she doesn't I might cry a little bit. Oh well, Happy Reading! Leave a review if you're feeling it!

The first time Natasha saves Wanda, they're trying to save the world.

The rag tag group of super heroes is standing in a circle, fighting off Ultron's never ending army of robots. Everyone's powers are mixing, and Natasha barely has time to breathe, much less save a girl that was originally out to kill them.

So when her green eyes lock onto the creature that had managed to get passed all of them, she should let it go. It's right behind the witch now, and there's no way Wanda will have time to stop it from descending on her. She should let it take out the girl, and then they'd have one less uncertainty to deal with.

She should, but she doesn't.

Before she even processes her actions, her guns are aimed and she's flying across the small circle of safe ground they've made. Her bullets are flying, two right through the metal that makes up its head, and a swift kick from her black boot kicks the thing far away from Wanda Maximoff. The girl looks up at her in wonder, and Natasha see's the slight curiously in her eyes. She doesn't understand why Natasha saved her, and quite frankly, even Natasha doesn't know the answer to that. So she turns, refusing to stay and listen to the girl thank her, they do have a world to save currently, and instead shouts over her shoulder.

"Try not to rip my jacket will you?" She doesn't stick close to see if the girl responds, or if she's even heard her. In the next few seconds, bullets are flying again and Natasha's mind is back into survival mode. The encounter forgotten for the moment.

Hours later, when the dust has settled the losses mourned, and the world safe once more, that she speaks to Wanda again. The girls' eyes are swollen, and the wet trails where tears rolled down her cheeks still haven't dried.

She just lost her brother, the only person who understands her, and she's offering Natasha her jacket back.

At the time, Natasha's not sure what the feeling in her body is, and she doesn't quite understand where her sudden burst of compassion comes from, but she simply shakes her head.

"I've got enough red on me every day." She smiles lightly, her hands motioning to the messy red hair that's tangled and tinted slightly black with the remains of their battle.

"Plus I never really liked that jacket anyways."

Just like that she's gone; she doesn't wait for Wanda to speak, just like last time. But she does notice that Wanda keeps the jacket, ingrains it into her uniform. She tries not to question why that makes her feel a little warm inside.