Worry

Steve has not left his room since Wanda ran away. We've been desperately trying to track her. "Nat!" Bucky calls. "What?""We think we may have got something."---------------------------------------------"Steve! Steve. Steve?" I've been banging on his door for twenty minutes. He refuses to reply."We think we've found her."A shuffling is heard. Steve emerges with huge bags under his eyes and clothes that seem to have been worn for at least a weak. I peer over his shoulder. His chair has been thrown into the closet, the window has a huge crack down the middle, his things thrown all over the floor. "What?" He croaks."We think we may have found her."A glimmer of hope flashes through his eyes. I lead him down to the control room. "Sir. Ma'am." Veronica  acknowledges as we walk in."What have you got?" I ask."Well. We're not 100% sure it's her but we've found slight irregularities in the energy field of Tazmania.""Well come on! We need to go now!" Steve exclaims."Steve, we can't go now." "Why not?""We've got another mission in Russia."Steve's face falls. "Come on let's go get ready. We can get Wanda when we've sorted this out." We head to our rooms to get ready.I slip on my jumpsuit and gloves and wiggle into my wedge boots. I head up to the roof where Bucky, Sam, Scott and Clint are waiting."Where's Steve?" Scott asks."He's probably still getting ready." I say. Sam runs to get him. When he returns he has a confused expression."I can't find him, I looked everywhere."Bucky and I look at each other with a sudden jolt of realisation."Shit." I say."He's gone for Wanda."