Avengers: Age of Ultron | Saviors | Do Nightmares Ever End?

Everything is silent; almost suffocating on the QuinJet hours after Wanda's effects have worn off physically. Mentally, the Avengers are 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 doesn't realize it. Wanda used her power on him back in Sokovia, seconds before he grabbed the scepter.

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

Natasha is the closest to him, but she does nothing but stare blankly into space, also remembering her flash from the past. The past she never wanted to go back to; one that makes her ledger dive deeper into a bloodied red. The Red Room. Her hands initially clench 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 felt everything she felt back then, smelt the same everything and it all felt so real. Her heart brackets with longing; that day something precious was taken away from her. Something she's always wanted…but can now never have.

Thor has a little more productivity running through him as he paces around slowly; and although his vision has shaken him, he draws out a thoughtful face. He rubs 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 are leading down.

He just needs to figure out what it all means.

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

Ava was the only one that was trapped for as long as she was; the others came out nearly an hour before. They don't really understand why she hadn't woke up nearer to the same time as them but they can just tell by the way she sits 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's tight. Like she'll never let go again.

Bucky keeps his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her head rested on his shoulder blade. Occasionally, every couple of minutes, she just blinks…her head snapping up as her body tenses; she'll look either side of her and almost instantly, a breath of relief flows out of her mouth when she makes sure they are still there.

The boys are doing everything they can to keep her grounded; even as they deal with their own visions at the same time. From the way she's acting, though, everything she saw inside that head of hers - it definitely wasn't pretty. From the way she constantly checks to see if they are there…to the way her eyes dart around their bodies to see if any marks are one them, it's clear that something happened to them in her visions. As to what - they don't know. All they know is that it would have had to be horrifying to get her reacting this way.

It's like all the hard work of trying to bring her back to life is now being torn down because of that girl called Wanda. Anger sets deep within their soul when they think of the girl.

Over to the side, Tony clicks on the video feed linking them to Maria Hill who is still stationed at the Stark Tower, as usual, handling everything that needs to be done. "The news is loving you guys," she says, knowing all the Avengers can hear. "Nobody else is." She was 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 nods, only he's really paying attention to what the Agent is saying. "The Stark relief foundation?" He questions, hoping his secondary team down below are already on site - beginning to piece back together everything that was destroyed. As well as give medical treatment to all that were hurt.

"Already on the scene," Hill assures him. Through the screen, you can see her glance behind Tony's shoulder. She speaks quietly. "How's the team?" Her tone concerned. She hadn't heard the full details, but if Wanda's power can 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 starts but stops - not really sure how to describe the way everyone is reacting to being out of their heads again. He's more concerned for Ava than anyone else though; she has taken more than twice as long to come back to reality, and not only that, she has 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 decides to say. "We'll shake it off." Although he isn't too positive on how quickly that will happen.

Hill nods, understanding. "Well, for now, I'd stay in stealth mode," she advises. "And stay away from here."

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

Hill shrugs 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 sighs, 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 has single handedly broken into little tiny pieces. Ava never really said it in those straight-forward words but the inclination was there. He presses the 'end' button to the video feed; the screen goes dark and the connection between him and Hill is severed. He goes over to Clint at the pilot's station beginning to chat a little as to where they are heading.

Bucky is resting his head against Ava's, her own now laying over his heart. She closes her eyes, trying to be content with the sound of his heart beating races to her eardrums. She lets out a slow, deep breath; trying to evade everything she has seen. A layer of sweat is still covering her skin, her own screams - among others - still almost echoing in her mind. She has to clutch Steve's hand tighter just to make sure he's still there too.

All those things she saw…

Her heart is tearing; it's like a bullet has been shot into it before it was yanked out as the blood still flows around her body. She's in agony.

Wanda.

Avery can't believe it; she knows 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 wasn't exactly the best figure when it comes to how good or bad should be shown; The Winter Soldier still protected them, just like she had with Natasha. Children are the one solid thing, apart from her boys, that bring out the better side of her even in the emotionless state.

"You're gonna be okay, Avery," James whispers, closing his eyes as he digs his face into her dark hair. He breathes in her scent, trying to remind himself that what he sees himself isn't real. But even as he tries; he still knows that the day can happen. All that he can say to himself is promise that he'll make sure that day never comes. "It wasn't real…none of it was real."

A tear slips down the side of Ava's cheek as her eyes slowly shut tightly. 'But it was James…' she thinks agonizingly to herself. 'For me it was…'