"What are you writing in that notebook? Ever since we came in here you've been doing nothing but writing. Is it some sort of memory blog?" Sheila asked him 20 minutes later, "Maybe that's why you're having nightmares if you keep on writing them down"

"I don't want to talk about it" Bucky snapped suddenly.

"Sorry" Sheila mumbled, "I was just curious"

"It's private" Bucky replied.

"I can see that now. I won't ask about it again" Sheila sat up from her comfortable position.

"It's something I hold precious for myself" Bucky stated.

"You don't have to explain anymore" Sheila objected.

"Explain what?" a voice came from behind Sheila.

Sheila turned around to see Sam coming into the lounge, stretching out his legs. He was wearing shorts and a sweater as he was moving his limbs around to get them loose. Sheila was aware that Sam liked to go on runs around the time that dawn approaches. Sheila glanced out to the trees and the sky around them and noticed that they were turning a blue-grey. Sheila had left her dark shades in her room and knew she didn't have much time before the first rays would hurt her eyes. Sheila looked back to Sam who was stretching out his legs from side to side as he waited for someone to answer him back.

"Looks like the other SHIELD agent's had left us" Sheila changed the subject.

Sam stopped and looked around, "I thought something seemed off today. You took a look around and no one was here?"

"Even the computer room is empty" Bucky answered, "All line of defenses are on auto to assess for dangers coming to the facility"

"That was sweet of them" Sam sarcastically mimicked.

"So what happens now?" Sheila asked, "Who's going to teach us to critically think and practice fighting"

"Cap will have their heads when he gets back but for now I guess it's all up to us. Work as a team, right?" Sam shrugged.

"I like that idea" Bucky spoke up from his corner.

Sam and Sheila glanced over to Bucky who looked like as if he hadn't had moved a muscle and if they hadn't heard him speak, would be sure to know it wasn't him who had spoken up. Sheila glanced to Sam who also seemed impressed with the other man in the room. Sheila suddenly felt sick as she noticed that she wouldn't be able to teach anyone of her teammates anything that would benefit them. She glanced up to the sky and noticed the first signs of the sunrise was coming. Sheila got up and was about to walk out of the room.

"We'll decide on it once Wanda wakes up" Sam suggested, "Which is usually around 10 if you let her"

"Wouldn't she be upset if she sees that no one is here?" Bucky asked.

Actually, Sheila knew that Wanda would probably be the most ecstatic when it comes to how empty the place will be. Not only is she the youngest but Steve had assigned Wanda to grievance counseling in which Wanda despised telling some shrink all of her emotions. Sheila rubbed her eyes as she felt a slight strain on them. She had to get out, now!

"Nah, man! She's the youngest and with power like that she'll want to throw a house party" Sam joked.

"Where are you going?" Bucky asked as Sheila edged out of the room.

Sheila turned around to answer Bucky but the morning light had caught onto his arm and it was directed right to her eyes. She let out a yelp and covered her eyes as she felt a burning like sensation come to her vision. Sheila moaned as she moved to lean onto something as she felt a pair of hands grab onto her and move her away from where she wanted to lean.

Sam and Bucky were talking to her or talking to one another, Sheila wasn't sure. Her mind flashed back to the time when the chemical splashed into her eyes as she thought that the acid was eating away her eyeballs. Sheila tried her best not to cry as she knew that would only intensify the burning feeling.

"Here" came Sam's voice as something covered her eyes as both Sam and Bucky guided her through the halls and to the darkness of her room.


The next thing Sheila remembered was feeling something slowly lift off of her eyes and then being placed right back over them. To her right, she heard the sound of something squeezing out water as a smell of a warm, spicy-sweet aroma awakened her senses. She felt the old rag being lifted off and the new rag being placed on top of her eyes. Sheila tensed up, thinking that the new rag would burn her eyes but it actually wasn't that hot nor bothered the stinging sensation coming from her eyes. She relaxed as the person pressed the rag down softly onto her eyes as the smell of the new rag gave her a sense of being warm, cheery, and comforted. Sheila felt the hand disappear but the weight of their body next to her didn't move so she knew whoever was nurturing her was still beside her.

"Bucky?" Sheila guessed.

"Take another wild guess" came a Slovakian accent.

"Wanda" Sheila let out, "I thought you were asleep"

"It's 11:24 in the morning" Wanda answered, "Sam told me about what happened"

"It's 11:24!? I should be fine then" Sheila tried to get up but Wanda pushed her back down onto the bed again.

Sheila sighed as she knew Wanda was aware that she wasn't at her full strength yet. Usually the effects wear off around 4 hours but considering how this was the morning light that blinded her, it will take a lot longer to recover. Sheila wouldn't put it past her if Clint had warned Wanda if this would happen if he were gone. What surprised her the most was that Wanda was actually taking care of Sheila and not throwing her aside. She was grateful that the youngest member was looking out for her considering how she might've woken up alone if Wanda weren't around.

"Just rest for today. Whatever you want, I will get it for you" Wanda said.

"Thank you" Sheila smiled a bit.

"It's been awhile since I've done this… Pietro was always needed to look after even though he was older than I was" Wanda said with her voice slightly cracking at the word 'Pietro'.

"I figured you have done this before. What is this herb that you used?" Sheila asked, trying to get Wanda's mind off of Pietro as much as she could.

"It's an essential oil called Allspice Berry" Wanda replied, "It was Pietro's favorite"

Sheila felt suddenly guilty that Wanda was using his favorite spice on her. She should be saving it for rare times when she wants to remember him, not on someone who foolishly injured herself. Sheila was about to take the towel off when Wanda placed it back down over her eyes. She felt some form of energy take hold of her hand and made it go back down to her side.

"He would've wanted me to use it in this kind of situation" Wanda seemed to have read her mind.

Sheila took in a big inhale as she imagined a male version of Wanda giving her that advice and watching over her shoulder as she tended to Sheila. She wondered if Wanda ever felt the presence of his spirit as most people do when they lose someone dear to them. Sheila heard Wanda mixing the other rag with the bowl next to her as she softly sang a Slovakian lullaby and knew that the answer was yes.