You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare
~ Avenged Sevenfold
Natasha woke in the middle of the night, she had heard something and tried to pinpoint what she had heard, this was difficult as she was still half-asleep, and everything was now silent.
'Argh, No No Noooo!' A horrible scream came from the direction of the hallway. She sprinted down her own room and into the corridor. And her suspicious became a reality, a red light came through underneath the door. Natasha opened it and ran through the doorframe.
On the bed she saw what caused her to be woken, Wanda seemed to be floating a couple of inches above the mattress, twisting and turning around mid-air. Moaning softly as if she was having the worst nightmare a human could possibly have.
'Wanda?' Natasha said, carefully closing the distance between them. With another gut-wrenching scream, Wanda woke red light shooting out of her body throwing everything not fixed, including Natasha, against a wall.
Wanda rubbed her eyes and looked around and sat upright, as she saw more and more of the room her expression went from tired to horrified, this was only amplified when she saw Natasha scrambling back to her feet.
'Natasha…' Her voice was hoarse and filled with panic, she had always been afraid of her powers, fearing she'd hurt someone she cared for and now she had hurt Natasha, her first friend in America, maybe even her first friend ever not counting her brother.
'I'm fine,' Natasha stood up and sat on the bed. 'How are you?'
'Just a nightmare.' Her voice was coated with her accent, she tried pulling off nonchalant, but it didn't work.
'Just a nightmare?' Natasha said with disbelieve.
'No, not just, I dreamed about him, Ultron. It was all my fault.' Wanda's eyes began to prickle, and tears started to roll down her cheeks.
'We were all to blame, all of the Avengers, Tony created him, maybe him more than anyone.'
'You didn't know of his making, you cannot blame yourself, but I messed with Starks mind. I made him see his fears. I let him take the sceptre. I sided with Ultron. I decided to switch. I held the church in Sokovia. I killed my brother.' There it was, a large reason for her sadness, Natasha thought, Wanda blamed herself for
'You are not to blame for his death,' Natasha now sat fully on Wanda's bed, shifting so she was next to Wanda, pulling her close towards her. 'Ultron killed him, you've have nothing to blame but the large sentient killer robot, I know how it is, I tried to blame myself after I lost an agent or comrade, but exterior things that are out of our hands take the people we love around us. You don't have to blame yourself, but you can only move on with your life until you've stopped.'
With these words the brunette began to calm down again and laid herself horizontally down on the bed, with Natasha stroking her hair soothingly. After what had been half an hour Natasha got tired and she needed the sleep as tomorrow she had to train the new recruits. Content that Wanda was asleep now, she kissed her forehead and made her way to leave the bed.
'Nat, wait,' Wanda murmured, apparently not asleep. 'Please stay, I mean I would really appreciate it if you'd stayed here, with me.'
'Of course, I will stay, printsessa.' Natasha said, climbing underneath the covers. Wanda snuggled closer to Natasha, who wrapped her hands around the brunette.
'Thank you.' Wanda murmured into Natasha's red hair.
'It is my pleasure.' Natasha said before dozing off to sleep, but not before thinking that there wasn't a thing she wouldn't do for this girl in her arms, maybe Laura was right, she got it bad.