Five days.

Five days had now gone by with Peter being in the coma - and while his vitals and wounds were improving, everyone remained solemn that one of their own souls was helpless in bed, asleep and unable to wake up until it was time.

It especially hurt because, again, he was just a kid… No eighteen year old should be in a medically induced coma for any reason, and yet, here one was.

Wanda remained the second most watchful of Peter - Tony and Pepper popped in for short visits whenever they could, but sadly, work kept them away most days for long periods of time, no matter how much bureaucracy they'd gladly fight to see Peter more often. And they trusted Wanda to take care of him...

She tried her best to keep herself up as she did this. She remembered to shower every day, made sure to drink water and also to eat at least something every day, and also to dance every other day - not every day, because her muscles wouldn't let her without screaming "OW!" figuratively every time she moved the next day.

And as the healing process continued, Wanda made sure, no matter what, to hold Peter's hand every single day.

He wouldn't dare go a day without physical affection on her watch - not in a state like this, and not ever, period.

But one day, as she was trying out her ballet steps in her room, she noticed something… interesting.

Or rather - experienced.

As she closed her eyes to run back through movements one more time, she felt her head almost vibrate - like it had pinged. She mostly ignored it at first, but something flashed in her head, almost like a vision of sorts.

It was an image - she didn't know what it was, and yet she felt like she could write an essay on what she had seen. Wanda leaned against her wall after seeing it, not really knowing what to think of what she had just witnessed… Was it a sign she needed to get more sleep?

By day seven, though, this definitely wasn't a sign of that - because she had slept for nine and ten hours the previous two nights after, at long last, exhaustion caught up to her.

And the flashes of whatever visions she was having kept on coming too; she continued to get more and more vivid imagery.

Whatever she was witnessing was in a suburban-esque area. Sometimes, she would be on a sidewalk, walking down a street before she would regain her normal state of mind. Other times, before that, she would be inside of a house, sitting down on a couch that she could almost feel.

But she was never around long enough to get a full glimpse of where exactly this reality was.

However, what she was able to piece together was that these visions always happened within an hour of visiting Peter… whether this bore any significance she was yet to discover. But it was still something to link the events together, at least.

But either way, it was enough to keep her on her toes about what all it meant. She told no one about it, and tried her best to act like her nervousness about it was just anxiousness for Peter to finally wake up.

One day, though, as she came to visit Peter, Vision was already there. Maybe he could be of some help… or just a good person to talk to. Either was perfectly fine to her. "Hello Wanda," the android said kindly. "How are you today?"

"Good, thank you Vis," she said gently. "How are you?"

"I suppose I'm doing alright," Vision stated. "I attempted to cook lunch for Sam and James, per their request." "And how did that go?" Wanda inquired. "Well, this time, they managed to keep it in their stomachs," Vision said. "So I have reason to believe I'm making progress. Thor ate it all."

Wanda giggled softly. "You're doing good, Vis. I am confident you'll make as good lunches as you do desserts one day."

"Thank you, Wanda."

The two sat in silence for a while as they looked over Peter, gently breathing and resting peacefully.

"Can you scan him, Vision?" asked Wanda gently.

"...He is healthier than he has been since his minor relapse of issues two days ago," said Vision. "As a matter of fact, this is the best he's been all of the coma. I expect he should wake up by the end of the week."

"Oh, thank God," Wanda whispered.

"My scanner also indicates your heart rate rises whenever you step into this room," Vision said, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Wanda's cheeks blushed faintly. "Why is this, if I may inquire?"

"N-No reason… j-just the thought, y'know, he could be awake w-whenever I walk in is all," Wanda shrugged.

Vision nodded. "Well… if I may say, I think you two would make a lovely couple."

Wanda's eyes shot up. "W-What do you mean?" she stuttered out.

"Wanda, you do know how Peter comes to me to try and teach me 'human' behavior, correct?" Vision asked, and Wanda nodded. "Well… one time he tried to teach me about love. I cannot say I fully understand it, but he used several examples. Married couples included Captain Rogers and Madame Romanoff, Mr. Stark and Mrs. Potts, Clint and Mrs. Barton… but then, he used the 'boyfriend/girlfriend' analogy, as he called it, to describe more so young love than anything."

Wanda gulped… Now what was she in for here?

"And he told me that he would love to have a girlfriend, but he wasn't sure who would like him back. I suggested the possibility of you two being together via a random roll of females I know in my database, and he seemed to exhibit the same behavior you do now."

"W-Well… u-uhm, h-how do you kn-know he doesn't… he doesn't love Michelle? She's nice," Wanda suggested, not really knowing what to do with her hands at the moment.

"I'm pretty sure Mrs. Jones is just 'bee-eff-eff's with Peter, as he put it. They share what he called 'platonic love', as do he and Mr. Leeds."

Wanda suddenly realized how few of Peter's classmates she knew, much less one's he'd be interested in… whatever. It was probably coincidental, right?

"What were you thinking about, huh?" Wanda smirked, trying to build some confidence and act like nothing had just happened, and she grabbed Peter's hand gently.

Flash.

Flash.

Flash.

Images flashed in Wanda's head, seemingly confirming her theory - this mental imagery thing had something to do with Peter. She had no idea what, but now it was more apparent than ever. That same suburban area, the same couch she was sat on in an earlier image, and…

Peter. Peter Parker himself.

"Is something wrong, Wanda?" asked Vision. "You seem a bit distressed."

"N-No, f-fine," Wanda stuttered, trying to collect herself. "I… I just thought about what you said. M-Maybe you're right… but I will not think about that - not now. N-Not while he's hurting."

"Of course," Vision agreed. "That would not be 'classy'."

Wanda chuckled at the android. "Such a way with words…"

Still, even as she departed the room to go eat something, she couldn't help but keep thinking about what she had seen…

What were these visions?

And more importantly, why had she only just discovered them?

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11:55 PM

It must be a mental thing… what if… what if I've been reading Peter's mind without even knowing it? That would be a complete invasion of his privacy and I'd never forgive myself for it.

Or more importantly… What if he's trying to send me a message?

Oh no… gosh… what if he's in distress? No, he wouldn't be in a suburban paradise if that was the case. That's not a place to be distressed.

Wanda had sat down on her bed, back in her purple sleep shirt, trying to decipher what could possibly be the meaning behind these messages she was getting.

She had a notepad, and tried to make sense of all the stuff she had seen so far… the list included the suburban neighborhood, and how sparsely populated it seemed to be, yet home-y it felt… like the whole small town was tightly knit. The couch she was constantly on was very comfy… if she recalled correctly, there was a coffee table with a cup of tea sitting on it. Very ironic.

And the image of Peter… he was so close to her.

Almost like their eyes were mere inches away from each other.

Now what could be the cause of that?

Wanda tapped her pen on her notebook, trying to put the pieces together… her eyes remained closed in thought, and she hummed in confusion…

Wanda.

Her eyes shot open, looking around for the voice that had just spoken in her head. Yes, she knew sometimes you heard your name called and literally no one was there, but also she was psychic - this was something different, and she could tell it.

This… this couldn't be connected to the images…

Could it?

Wanda.

There it was again! Wanda got up out of her bed, and looked around. No one outside her room, no one in her closet (if there was, however, she was carrying a tap shoe as a weapon.), and no one in the adjacent rooms either.

What the hell was this?

She felt so unsettled…

But then, she suddenly remembered whose voice that was…

Peter's.

She didn't believe it at first, but then after realizing how panicked she was, she didn't even realize how the voice was exactly like Peter's! The soft tone, the ability to make a completely normal word like her name shine, and just… just everything about it! It was him.

Now… how was that little munchkin communicating with her?

It then hit Wanda like a brick.

Peter's consciousness - his very own soul - had been talking to her via their mental link, that she had accidentally activated when she first held his hand.

This was Peter telling her he was okay…

And telling her to come to him.

"Oh, you clever moron," Wanda whispered quietly, almost glowing with pride. She then began to speed-walk to his room, and when she came inside, she almost felt like she knew what she had to do…

Wanda took a deep breath, preparing herself for what this moment could entail… or what the next few would. Or the ones after that.

But her deep breath told her to take it one moment at a time.

Peter was resting in front of her - so many of the machines had been unhooked over the course of the coma, but some still remained. But none of these machines would stop her from making sure Peter was okay.

Whatever was about to happen, she was ready for it.

Wanda gently grasped Peter's hand, sat down in the chair she had grown so used to, and activated her powers. She closed her eyes, and just... breathed.

Everything, for a brief moment, went dark.

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