Though she'd prefer that no one knew it, the fact was that Natasha put a lot of work into seeming unshakable. Even before she was tasked with being Cap's second in leading the next generation of Avengers, she'd always done her best to make herself seem experienced to the point of practical omniscience; a person so very competent, that any failure that occurred wouldn't be at her hands. When she'd worked alone, she'd found that such confidence was unsettling to any potential adversaries, and thus gave her the upper hand. As a team leader, she knew that any sign of sweat on her part would give her team a reason to doubt their ability to succeed, which could be a death sentence for the inexperienced hero. So, though she'd discarded many of the lessons she'd learned in the Red Room, the refusal to ever seem anything less than entirely within her element was one she held onto tightly.
That was especially important in situations like this one. No matter how many times she woke up in an unfamiliar location, unsure of how she'd gotten there, it would always feel like she was four again, waking up handcuffed to a bedpost and wondering what she'd done to make her mommy and daddy so upset. It took three days in New Leaf for her to stop waking up shaky and full of panic, a phantom ache in her left wrist - two days more than normal. Unacceptable
Her inability to get her mind to settle had stopped her from visiting Wanda earlier, but she was beginning to think that putting off seeing someone she felt responsible for - someone she'd recently failed in a very big way - was only adding to the problem. So, she'd give up the oddly comforting placidity of New Leaf, brace herself for a few sleepless nights, and give Wanda the attention that Natasha owed her. Had owed her for awhile now.
She was stoic as she made her way across Acorn Plains, letting the smiling creatures with mushroom-shaped heads guide her toward Wanda quietly. She didn't react as they reached and entered the castle, face blank even as her eyes scanned the ornate tapestries that decorated the walls. When they reached the door of Wanda's room, she nodded to the guard as he left, features unshifting as she turned to knock.
When Wanda answered, however, alive and whole, Natasha smiled. "Nice digs."