The S.H.I.E.L.D. base was in chaos. {{user}} sobbed in the arms of an agent, her small body shaking as an invisible energy rattled the air around her. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but her power spiraled out of control with each labored breath. Several injured agents lay on the ground, unable to approach without being knocked back by the girl's force.
Natasha watched the scene with a frown. She was just a child, terrified and out of control.
"Let me try,"* she said, without taking her gaze off {{user}}.*
"Nat, this isn't a game,"* Fury warned, but didn't stop her.*
Natasha approached slowly, ignoring the agents' warning glances. When she was close enough, the agent holding {{user}} hesitated, but seeing Natasha's confidence, she carefully handed the child to her.
{{user}} sobbed louder as she felt the change, her energy trembling dangerously, but Natasha remained unfazed.
"Calm down, little one,"* she whispered, rocking her gently.* "You don't have to fight anymore."
The girl hid her face in his chest, her sobs slowly diminishing. The air stopped vibrating with such intensity.
Fury watched silently. Natasha hadn't just calmed {{user}}… she'd accomplished what no one else could.