AN: Hey, yea, it's a little late, and really short. Not really what I was hoping for, but enjoy anyways!

Undo this storm,

undo this storm, and wait...

~Of Monsters and Men- Thousand Eyes~

Wanda's POV

We run in lilac fields together, the flowers dancing gently beneath our feet. Thick aromas of home carry with the light breeze and I drag Pietro towards a warn cabin. I can tell this is my dream, and I'm perfectly fine with it. We share jokes, and I forget about the pain. My dying mind, my powers dripping away. Before long, we are in a battle. This isn't my dream, but I don't mind. We are in the thick of it, surround by subultron's. The two of us tear through metal man, after metal man.

But, even reality catches up with me. Like weights being lifted from my eyes, light floods in. I wince from the sudden exposure, trying to grip my surroundings. Everything is blurry, my head is heavy with the presence of morphine. I try to speak but something in my throat stops me. I move to lift my hands to my mouth, tracing the outline of some sort of tube coming from my mouth. I gag thinking about it.

I hoist myself up, looking for Pietro. Eyes dart left to right, finding the room empty. The soft murmur of voices far away echo through a cracked doorway. My legs feels heavy, my arms are soar, but most of all my head stings with the pain of blood. My body takes over, moving to stand away from the bed. Everything seems to tip upside down at an alarming rate. I hit the cold tiled floor with a thud. The piercing sound of hospital equipment screaming at me keeps me conscious.

Thundering footsteps drowns away the alarms. I can't seem to find the strength to turn over. I flinch at the soft touch of a hand on my shoulder. For a fleeting moment I think I see Pietro, but my vision focus' to find Steve hovering over me. I move to speak but then I remember the tube shoved down my throat. I struggle to motion to him, my eyes wide with fear.

"Hey, hey you're ok", Steve holds his hands out, as if I was a scared child. "They intubated you, so you could breathe. We have to wait until a doctor gets here to remove it." His voice is laden with concern, but I can tell he is trying to hide it.

I silently scream pleas, Where is Pietro?! Is he OK?! Where am I? WHAT HAPPENED?!

"Everything is going to be ok, just try to relax", I can feel my body move away from the cold floor and to the back to the bed. I blink away tears of pain, the tube really hurts. "I'm going to step out for a moment and make a few phone calls. I will be right back Wanda", the use of my name sends a shiver down my spine.

Then my world of pain melts away by the welcoming sound of Pietro's voice through our link. It's faded but I can make out most of it.

/Wanda, if you're there... Please answer me.../, His words are weak...

I scream to him, but nothing comes out. I try to focus on him, his presence is strong, yet still weak.

I manage a small, Pietro?!

/You're alive? Are you OK?! Where are you?!/, I can hear the relief in his voice and I want so badly to take his hand and hug him until the pain went away.

I'm alive, and in a strange hospital, Steve was here moments ago but now he's gone..., I manage to choke out before Steve returns.

Gently, he sits on my bedside, taking my hand. I want to pull away but my arms feel to heavy to do so.

I want to cry but my heart is to chocked with worry. I want to rip the tube from my throat and scream Pietro's name. I want to push Steve away and run until I find Pietro. A small tear escapes my chocked emotion as I realize, I can do none of this.

The grip on my hand tightens, "The surgeons are on their way", Steve says this with fake optimism. "Pietro and you have both been in comas for two weeks."

My eyes widen at the mention of Pietro. Steve notices and continues to talk, trying to calm me down.

"The two of you have been through an extensive amount of physical trauma. Pietro suffered 7 gunshot wounds all across his torso and arms. The doctors were able to repair the wounds, thankfully. You on the other hand..." my heart rate spikes when he pauses. I want to scream at him, use my powers to search his mind for desperate answers. "We don't know why you collapsed, but when you did, Pietro stopped bleeding."

It occurs to me that my 'untapped powers' were really 'untapped'. As if someone had flicked on a switch in my brain and changed my heart beat. The way it happened came as no surprise to me, but I saved him... The only question I had left was, What did it do to me?

Steve opens his mouth to speak but before anything comes out, a blue, too familiar blur floods the white room with color. Within seconds Pietro is by my side, and hugging me... And in this moment, I can't help but release the salt in my eyes, letting my tears flow wildly down my cheeks...

He was ok...

AN: It's a little late but I'm seriously having some MAJOR writers block w/ this story and I have no idea whyy. Review, favorite, share, all of it means the world to me!