Peter was going on a vacation with Aunt May for a few weeks. Wanda thought she'd be okay. She was so, so wrong.

The first day he was gone, she had a nightmare.

"No! No, stop it! It hurts! "

Tears, pain, hurt.

Never enough.

Torture.

"Please! It hurts so much! Just stop!"

Whimper upon whimper, calling on deaf ears.

No one listened.

She was alone.

"Stop! Please..."

A shock collar, zapping her whenever she did something wrong.

Pain, burning, screams.

She screamed and pleaded until her throat was raw.She wanted to die.

"Help! Please, it hurts, make it stop!"

"Wanda! Wanda, wake up! It's just a dream! You're safe!" Wanda heard a voice, faint and powerful . She clung to it like a lifeline.

"Wanda? You want to talk about your dream?" Cap asked her, concerned.

Wanda shook her head, visions controlling her voice. She couldn't talk. Couldn't eat. She felt the collar around her throat, tight and constricting.

Getting up, she went to the corner and hugged her knees. She fell silent.

Bucky walked into the living room a few days later. She was crying silently.

"Hey, Wanda. It's me, Bucky!" He touched her shoulder, heart panging as she spoke.

" Please, no. I promise I'll stop crying, please don't use the collar, please. It hurts and burns, Please no... " She pleaded, shying away from his touch, flinching when he got up. It was at this moment he realized how much she went through for his freedom. She sacrificed everything.

"Silence, girl! "

Screaming. Pain. It burns.

"Quiet, your friends can hear you!"

Pleading. Guilt. It hurts.

"You are nothing more than a weapon! Your friends aren't real, they are afraid of you!"

whimpering . Done. Ignore the pain.

"Good, now do as we say."

Silent. Obedient. No noise to be heard.

" Don't make us hurt you more than necessary. "

Not the collar. Anything but the collar.

Wanda woke up, drenched in sweat. Thus nightmare was so vivid, the smell of burning flesh still lingering in her nostrils. She looked around. A plate of food had been prepared for her, pushed over in arms reach.

Wanda ate. It was just like the prison. Sleep guaranteed food when you woke up. She'd sleep when hungry, ignoring the heavy eyelids.

This continued for a week. Wanda didn't see a safe haven, she saw a prison and captors. Every touch was painful, every word to her a call she didn't receive.

Bucky felt so guilty, seeing Wanda like that. He'd sit with her at night, making sure she was Okay.

The Avengers had no idea what to do. They called Peter.

"Hey Pete, enjoying Vacation?"

" I was, but a bad storm is scheduled so we cut the vacation short. Was gonna call you, but you called me! "

Tony chuckled uneasily. "Listen kid, it's Wanda... When do you get back?"

Peter was silent for a moment before replying. "An hour. See you then, I guess?"

Tony confirmed and waited. It was painful to wait, every minute that went by was like an hour. Finally Jarvis announced Peter's arrival.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! I-" Peter's eyes drifted to Wanda and her rushed over to her. She looked up with a look in her eyes. Recognition, you ask? No.

it was fear.

"Wanda? Oh, gosh, Wanda. Can you hear me? " Wanda knew that voice. It was gentle, soothing. Reassuring her that it would be okay. But it wouldn't. She was done, ready to die. They just had to pull the trigger.

Peter was distraught. He was distracted. That was his got badly injured, bleeding and In pain. By the time Tony got there, he was unconscious.

Bucky told Wanda. She was confused why that had to do with her, when something clicked. She stood up shakily, asking where Peter was.

Peter recovered, and woke up to Wanda smiling at him. "You gave me a scare, Pete." She whispered. Had he not had super hearing, he wouldn't have heard her.

Peter smiled back at her. "I'm just glad you're back."

This story wasn't very popular, but had this idea and was bored. Enjoy it?