It was no use. For all her size and strength Natasha did not have the ability to reach into your mind and put the pieces back together, nor could she comfort you in your time of distress. All she could do was watch helplessly through her tear soaked eyes as you writhed and spasmed in her palm locked into the fetal postion.

Worse still was that there was no type of infrastructure for getting you help, as most people considered tinies nothing more than food or toys and not worth saving.

Your mind curled into yourself, babbling and sobbing to ease away the nightmares, as the woman you loved tried her best to comfort you.