About one-third of this project is mastered. Please don't be upset if the stories do not always match the fall- or Halloween-theme, I just can't do that all of the time. I need to write what comes to my mind.

October 10th: You were all dead

(rated T, Steve and Wanda friendship)

She woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She was drenched in sweat as she quickly got rid of her covers and jumped out of bed. Still terrified she walked into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. When she looked into the mirror her eyes were still glowing red and she was shaking a little.

She walked back into her bedroom but knew she wouldn't be able to sleep again. It was already 4 AM and she decided to wait for the dawn in the kitchen area. Putting on a pair of slippers she left her room as silently as possible and took the stairs to the main area of the Avengers Facility. When she walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights she was a little surprised to see Steve sitting in a chair by the windows.
He immediately looked up and seemed to be surprised too: „Wanda… why are you up already?"

Wanda shrugged and tried not to show how devastated she still was: „I… wanted something to drink."
Steve frowned and nodded slightly: „Okay… you don't look all too well. Is everything okay?"

The young woman tried a smile, but looked down when she failed: „Yes…"
Steve sighed and stood up. He walked over to where she was standing: „Wanda… come on. Talk to me."
Wanda took in a shaky breath before looking him in the eye: „Just… a bad dream. I just… it seems to be so real when I dream."
Steve led her over to the couch: „Is that because of your powers?"
Nodding Wanda sat down: „I guess so. Usually, it is not so bad. Usually, it is about Pietro or Sokovia, but tonight it was… it… Did we ever talk about the things Tony saw?"
Steve looked down and nodded: „Yes… but… you made him see that. By that time you wanted to scare him so badly that he makes a mistake and ruins himself. It wasn't real."
Wanda looked down again: „I couldn't make him see anything. I activated his fears and a possible future matching those appeared. It… it's not a projection. I didn't create it, it is real, but not in this timeline."
Steve blinked a few times before answering: „So… if we had failed in Sokovia. This would have been the outcome?"
Wanda hesitated: „Probably… just, if something went wrong or differently, that would have been the reality."
Understanding why she was so afraid he settled back: „And that is why you are so afraid of your dream – because you think it could be more than that. That it could be a vision like those other visions."

Wanda wrapped her arms around her legs: „Yes… and I don't know what the right thing to prevent it is."
Steve looked at her while talking: „You are not responsible. Don't do that to yourself."
Wanda's eyes began to water as she answered: „I can't unsee it… When Tony had that vision, I was not involved. He was and for me, it was like standing a few feet away from the scene. I still don't know what it was that he has seen over there… on that spot where everyone was dead or so I thought. Now… now I believe that he did talk to one of you… of them. And that's what scared him so much." She looked up again to face Steve as she finished.

Steve saw a single tear running down her cheek: „I'm sorry… I can't do anything to help you, I'm afraid. I can just assure you that we are all alive and I will do everything I can to not let that change."
Wanda bit her lip before she started talking again in a low voice: „You were all dead… well, not everyone was dead. I… I was alive. I was walking the street and the buildings were… demolished, there were only ruins. It was dark and the fog was everywhere. I saw Sam on top of the rubble. His wings were only in pieces and he was… he was impaled on…", she took a shaky breath once again, „…on a broken scaffold. I looked away and continued walking when I saw… I saw your shield. Half of it was buried in the rubble and I… was looking for you. And I had hope until… only a gloved hand was sticking out from under the rubble and what was even worse… Na… Natasha was lying on the middle of the street on her stomach. She died with her hand was outstretched in your direction, but she couldn't ever reach it."
Wanda swallowed and started crying. Carefully Steve pulled her into his arms and after a while, she continued: „I cried and I ran and I reached… a corner and I saw Clint… he was leaned against the wall where he must have collapsed with gunshot wounds visible on his torso. I clutched down to check on him when he opened his eyes. He looked at me and quietly said ‚Wanda… hide' and I tried covering the wounds to stop the bleeding, but… he was falling unconscious again and he… he stopped breathing in front of my eyes and the blood was everywhere. It covered my hands and my suit, it was splashed on the wall and formed puddles on the floor. It drenched every inch of Clint's clothes and his hair… I can't. When I screamed I suddenly was back in my bed."
Steve carefully tugged back her hair and gave her a tissue: „Calm down… It will be only a dream. Just like the visions before that one, it won't happen. We will be okay."
It took a while for Wanda to recover, but when she finally stopped sobbing she looked up to meet Steve's eye again: „Thank you… I'm so sorry. It's so stupid."
Steve shook his head a little: „No… don't try to fix things like this alone. If you need someone to talk, you can always come to me."
Wanda nodded and stayed silent watching the sun peak out behind the hills promising a new day.