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Avengers: The Age of Ultron | Saviours | Do the Nightmares End?

Everything was silent; almost suffocating on the quin-jet hours after Wanda's effects had worn off physically. Mentally; the Avengers' were still suffering, just silently in their hearts. Only Tony and Clint were able to steer clear of the effect Wanda's power created; although, even though Tony still didn't realise it. Wanda had used her power on him the seconds before grabbing the sceptre back in Sokovia.

Bruce was one of them that got hit harder; the world literally saw the Hulk for who it truly was. A green monster with the power to create such devastation that the whole world would quake in fear because of it. His body was full of sweat; the memories of everything he had done under the influence of Wanda's power blasting at his head – a thin blanket was wrapped around his upper body, not having had a spare shirt laying around. And honestly, he wasn't in a very good mood to do anything other than replaying the horrors he had caused; suffering everything he deserved.

Natasha was closest to him; but she did nothing but stare blankly into space, also remembering her flash from the past. The past she never wanted to go back too; one that made her ledger dive deeper into a bloodied red. The Red Room. Her hands initially clenched without her mind being able to register it; the one main horror from her past came back to her in the full force of a living vision. She could feel everything she felt back then, smelt the same everything and it all felt so real. Her heart cracked with longing; that day something precious was taken away from her. Something she's always wanted … but can now never have.

Thor had a little more productivity running through him as he paced around slowly; and although his vision had shaken him, he drew out a thoughtful face. He rubbed his knuckles together; intentionally trying to replay the events in his head. Like he's trying to figure something out – find something he's missed. This vision was like no other … it wasn't so much of a horror show like his fellow Avengers' had. But it was a vision of a future; a path they were leading down.

He just needed to figure out what it all meant.

As for Steve and Bucky; they were sitting either side of Avery down on the floor, against the wall. She had only recently come out of her horrified state of mind, a lot later than the others. Steve was just holding her hand with his as her head rested against Bucky's shoulder, her eyes staring out blankly like Natasha. But this time; she was in the reality verse instead of being trapped in her head.

Ava had been the only one having been trapped for as long as she had; the others had come out nearly an hour before. They didn't really understand why she hadn't woken up nearer to the same time as them but they could just tell by the way she sat there now; her eyes full of fear and agony that what she saw was terrifying beyond words. The grip that she held onto her brother, it was tight. Like she would never let go again.

Bucky kept his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her head rested upon his shoulder blade. Occasionally, every couple of minutes, she just blinks … her head snapping up as her body tensed; she'd look either side of her and almost instantly, a breath of relief flows out of her mouth when she made sure they were still there.

The boys were doing everything they could to keep her grounded; even as they dealt with their own visions at the same time. From the way she was acting, though, everything she had seen inside that head of hers – it definitely wasn't pretty. From the way she constantly checked to see if they were there … to the way her eyes darted around their bodies to see if any marks were on them, it was clear that something had happened to them in her vision/s. As to what – they didn't know. All they knew is that it would have had to be horrifying to get her reacting this way.

It was like all the hard work of trying to bring her back to life … was now being torn down because of that girl called Wanda. Anger set deep within their souls when they thought of that girl.

Over to the side, Tony clicked on the video feed linking them to Maria Hill who was still stationed at the Stark Tower, as usual, handling everything that needed to be done. "The news is loving you guys." She said, knowing all the Avengers' could hear. "Nobody else is." She had been watching the news ever since the Hulk started to appear on the screens; automatically being dubbed as a terror figure amongst New York. "There's been no official call for Banner's arrest. But it's up in the air."

Stark nodded, only he was really paying attention to what the Agent was saying. "The Stark Relief Foundation?" He questioned, hoping his secondary team down below were already on site – beginning to piece back together everything that had been destroyed. As well as give medical treatment to all that were hurt.

"Already on the scene," Hill assured him. Through the screen, you could see her glance behind Tony's shoulder. She spoke quietly, "How's the team?" Her tone concerned. She hadn't heard the full details; but if Wanda's power could make the Hulk turn on a city full of innocent people, then what would it do for the other members of the group?

"Everyone's…" Tony started but stopped – not really sure how to describe the way everyone was reacting to being out of their heads again. He was more concerned for Ava than anyone else though; she had taken more than twice as long to come back to reality, and not only that, she had two pasts to deal with which surely shouldn't have helped. Maybe that's why it took so long for her to come back to them? "…We took a hit." He decided to say, "We'll shake it off." Although he wasn't too positive on how quickly that would happen.

Hill nodded, understanding. "Well, for now, I'd stay in stealth mode." She advised. "And stay away from here."

Tony didn't look particularly happy by that, "So, run and hide?" He didn't like running away from problems. But maybe she was right – everyone needed a chance to cool off.

Hill shrugged slowly in response, not really having anything better to say other than that. "Until we find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer."

He sighed, taking a moment before replying, "Neither do we." Glancing behind him, observing the team that in his mind (and in Ava's previous words) he had single handily broken into little tiny pieces. Ava never really said it in those straight-forward words but the inclination was there. He pressed the 'end' button to the video feed; the screen went dark and the connection between him and Hill was severed. He went over to Clint at the pilot's station; beginning to chat a little as to where they were heading.

Bucky was resting his head against Ava's, her own now laying over his heart. She closed her eyes, trying to be content with the sound of his heart beating raced to her ear drums. She let out a slow, deep breath; trying to evade everything she had seen. A layer of sweat was still covering her skin, her own screams (among others) still almost echoing in her mind. She had to clutch Steve's hand tighter just to make sure he was still there too.

All those things she saw…

Her heart was tearing; it was like a bullet had been shot into it before it being yanked out as the blood still flowed around her body. She was in agony.

Wanda.

Avery couldn't believe it; she knew almost a hundred percent that she, herself deserved every bit of that nightmare for her past crimes and kills, but for it to be performed by a girl she protected. Even if Winter hadn't exactly been the best figure when it came to how good or bad should be shown; The Winter Soldier still protected them, just like she had with Natasha. Children were the one solid thing, apart from her boys, that brought out the better side of her even in the emotionless state.

"You're gonna be okay, Avery." James whispered, closing his eyes as he dug his face into her dark hair. He breathed in her scent, trying to remind himself that what he saw himself wasn't real. But even as he tried; he still knew that the day could happen. All that he could say to himself was promise that he'll make sure that day never comes. "It wasn't real … none of it was real."

A tear slipped down the side of Ava's cheek as her eyes slowly shut tightly, 'But it was, James…' She thought agonizingly to herself, 'For me it was…'

Note: Only an hour until Christmas…

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Yes, this is a short chapter, but I wanted it to be separated from the Safehouse scenes. Dig into everyone's minds just after the Mind Warp effect. The next chapter should definitely be a LOT longer than this one. I'm just not sure when it'll be up, hence, why I am getting this down now.

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