Wanda awoke abruptly to the sound of lightning booming outside her window. She was sitting upright with tears in her eyes, her scarlet red sheets now on the dark hardwood floor. The lightning storm reminding her of the bombs that were dropped in Sokovia, and how her and her brother, Pietro, were huddled together in a corner as the bombs dropped. Nothing could change Wanda's constant yearning for her brother's soothing words during storms like these or the smile he would wear when he tried to cheer her up with some stupid joke he had heard or the kind look in his ocean blue eyes. Nothing could bring her past the fact that her dear brother was gone, and there was nothing she could do to bring him back. She was now on her dark bedroom floor cowered in the corner, but this time she was alone.