This is well an idea. I don't quite know where it came from but I suddenly had the plot bunny jumping up and down in my head and it really wouldn't go away so here we are. Hope you like it :)

Chapter 1

Bold - canon

Italics - thinking

Wanda sat on the swing in the park and allowed her mind to wander. She had been running for a little over six months now and it was halloween that night. She missed her friends, her room at the avengers headquarters and most of all she missed Vizh. She still got to see him but it wasn't the same, she missed the days where she could seek him out and know he would be there. Whoever said absence makes the heart stronger is right she thought with a sigh. When Vizh left after one of their meet ups of which we don't have enough of she thought with a sigh, she missed his presence, not just physically but mentally. When he was too far away she couldn't feel him anymore and if not for the steady thrum of other peoples minds she would think she had her shields up full strength. She missed her friends and the last halloween they had celebrated when she had been a new member of the team and had admitted that she had only celebrated Halloween six times in her then eighteen years. It had quickly devolved into a round up of costumes and grabbing Clint's children and going trick or treating. It had been the perfect night, it felt like a million years ago now.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a wave of fear and terror. She dropped her shields slightly and focused on the feelings. She was drawn to a pretty red-headed lady roughly her age as she made her way over to the swing set, an infant strapped to her chest. Wanda frowned the woman and child felt similar, not the same, no they didn't have the same 'ability' she did but it was very similar. She skimmed the woman's mind and frowned, the child was in danger. She looked at mother and child and felt a pang that she didn't care to analyse to closely at the moment so she pushed it aside and buried it deep. The woman was roughly her age and the child looked to be about a year old she guessed based on her limited knowledge from when she was small, he was definitely not Nathaniel's age he was too small but she remembered vaguely that Nathaniel had been about that size when he was about a year old. Memories of the smiling child who bore her beloved brothers name flashed in her mind and she smiled softly, he liked to run like his namesake that was for sure. With Nathaniel and the Barton children in mind she looked again at the child and made a split second decision.

The faint red tendril made its way to the baby as she kept the woman from noticing with another tendril. She smiled slightly as she watched the red encase the child and seep into his little body like an invisible armour. She only hoped it would be enough, she didn't see the flash as magic recognised what she had done as a protection for the child and formed a bond linking them, she turned to the woman and smiled as she struck up a conversation with her.

Later when she was lay in her bed in the latest of a long line of hotel rooms she would feel a spike of fear not her own and get flashes of chaotic images. Her heart would race as she recognised the woman in the images and felt what she realised was the child's fear at what was happening. She'd not felt so helpless in a long time, she tried to concentrate on where they were but something was blocking her from tracking them. For the first time in a long time she felt her control slip slightly resulting in the lamp beside her bed shattering.