It was a warn summer night at New York, most of the windows of the Avenger's house were open to allow the fresh wind to come in. Wanda's window wasn't the exception.
She really couldn't cope with hot weather so, there she was lying on her bed wearing green shorts and a shaggy T-shirt with an image of the Avenger printed on it as a pajama. She found it on a small store near to the Brooklyn bridge once she went there with Steve and Bucky (Steve's idea of course, Bucky had been hermetic since they came back to normality after the little "War" they had). She loved New York so much, it felt like home; it was a chaotic and changing city just like her, so unpredictable and multifaceted that Wanda couldn't help not to think it was made just for her, and, the two old guys from Brooklyn were more than happy to show it to her. Even though, as Tony used to say, they knew nothing about the nowadays New York.
There she was, with her long ginger hair spread all over the pillow. Her white skin was covered on tiny drops of sweat and her eyes were tightly close, frowning, muttering and trying to push something away from her in her dreams. There she was, having a nightmare again, the same one. The truth was that she might seem tough and under control for the rest of the Avenger but she was just a 19 years old girl with too much power in her hands who had lost everything she love and got this new, dysfunctional family instead.
-There she is again- Thought Bucky when he heard Wanda crying in her dreams, Wanda's room was next to his and was impossible not to hear her every time she had a nightmare. He got out of the bed and went to hers. Normally her nightmares would stop when she felt his presence in her dreams; he liked in that way, there was something about the little Scarlet Witch that drag him closer to her. He couldn't help it and Tony as well as Steve had been pushing him to tell, but how should he tell her? She, first, was 19, He 97 years old. She was pure, he a murder. She was full of dreams even if she mentioned none of them, he wasn't unsure that he deserved to be alive any longer.
There he was, once again, sited on her bed, caressing her hair, hoping that it would be enough to faded her nightmares but it wasn't she continued to cry in her dreams.
-Wanda- He said touching her face with his human hand, never with the prosthetic, she was too pure for that- Wake up sweetie, come on Wanda
And she did, she woke up crying and rushing into his arms.
-Please don't leave me- she sobbed- Please Bucky.
-I won't- he said, hugging her tightly- I'd rather be dead before leaving you
-That's my nightmare, Bucky- She whispered hiding her face in Bucky's neck. He was in one peace, he wasn't expecting that at all, but felt so good in some way "She cared about him"
-I'm not going anyway- He said grabbing her chin to make her look at him- I'm not leaving you, ok? - After saying that he kissed her forehead.
-Can you stay with me tonight? - She said and felt her cheeks blushing.
-Would be a placer- He answered lying down on her bed and making her room between his chest and the pillows. She hugged him and fell sleep immediately, feeling safe again.