She had been fine for weeks- no panic attacks, no nightmares, no nothing. Everything was fine.
Until it wasn't.
Wanda was screaming.
It was currently 3:45 AM.
Those were the two thoughts running through Peter's head when he woke up in the middle of the night.
Those were the two thoughts that woke him up completely.
He slowly made his way next door, since he had been spending the night, and entered her room. Waking her took a lot of comforting words and shouting to wake her up, but once he did, Peter sat next to her.
"It's okay," he said, wrapping his arms around her as Wanda shook with terror. "It's over now."
"No it's not," She whispered back," It hasn't even begun."
It was breakfast.
The team ate, silent. Jarvis had told them what had happened. They all understood.
They were sad that someone so young had to go through this much.
"We'll always be here if you need someone to talk to, you know. We've been through nightmares. You can trust us." Bruce tried to get Wanda to talk, to know the team was there.
Wanda was silent. She didn't even talk to Peter about her nightmare like she usually did.
Peter didn't push her, but wondered what made her so scared.
When the alarm started blaring he got his answer.
Cap was shouting for the team to Assemble, Tony told Peter to stay put, Jarvis said Hydra, Nat was running towards where Jarvis had said the intruder was, and chaos ensued. But throughout the noise and commotion, Wanda stayed put. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breathing quick and sharp. A hazy red circle appeared around her.
Suddenly, she stood up. Her eyes snapped open, and she began to walk. She threw the enemy Into walls, rage flowing through her as her dam broke. Wanda had no self control at she let her bottled feelings loose.
If you looked into her red eyes, you would see flashes of memories. Pietro dying. The cell. Causing hurt on purpose. Peter helping her, even though she was nearly to far gone. Pietro and Peter began blending together into one person. Someone who cared, who she let down.
Tears streaming down her face, Wanda didn't care who she hurt. She had caused pain once without feeling much guilt at the moment. She could do it again.
Wanda knew she would regret this later, but she didn't stop.
She was so angry. They didn't know how much pain she had gone through. How could they? Pretending she was alright had worked.
But the nightmare.
Pietro dying on loop. It was too much.
The person she was fighting was strong, but she was stronger. She was about to kill them, when someone tackled her.
Tony had tackled her.
Wanda began to realize where she was. She cried out when she saw who she had been fighting. Peter. Peter had been trying to calm her down. She had almost killed him.
She looked around, seeing the destruction she had caused. The tower was clear of intruders, but she had left Peter on the brink of death, Clint with a broken leg, and Nat groaning in the corner.
She cried. Wanda cried and cried and cried. All she was was a monster. A weapon of destruction. A nobody who should've died with her brother.
"I should've stayed in the cell." Wanda whispered. She broke down, her racking sobs echoing slightly .
Wanda once again retreated into herself, horrified at what she had almost done. Horrified by herself.
Short one today, sorry! The next one will be longer. Suggestions?Comments? Review? Need help? Advice? Let me know!