A/N: I am so sorry that this took such a long time. I storyboarded this chapter way back in the beginning of June but never got around to writing it until now.

WARNING: MOST OF THIS CHAPTER'S CONTENT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY HORROR AND CREEPYPASTA. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR FRIGHTENED, I WILL PUT A SUMMARY OF THE DREAMS IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER. I ALSO WILL PROVIDE A LINE BREAK WHERE THE CREEPY/SCARY PART ENDS AND YOU SHOULD BE OKAY TO READ ON FROM THERE.

Raelynn POV

It was dark out as I was walking, the squeaking of the abandoned swings in the cool night breeze ringing in my ears. I continued through the park and saw no one around. Though most people would have found being alone at night frightening, I found it calming. Without thinking, I turned down a small side street, and that was when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, there was a silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, very much like a waltz, but with each finished "box" of the dance, he would take an odd step forward, right toward me.

I shook my head, deciding this man was most likely either drunk or on some sort of drug. I moved as close as I could to the road, giving the strange man most of the sidewalk. The closer he got, the more I realized how precisely he was moving. He was tall and muscular, and wearing an old military uniform. He continued to dance closer until I could make out his face. His eyes were open and wild, looking off at the sky, so far up that his eyes seemed to roll into the back of his head. His face was-oh, God- falling half off, and underneath there seemed to be another face made of pure red. His mouth was curved into a cartoonishly wide smile, almost too wide to be human. My heart began beating fast and, thoroughly disturbed, I decided to cross the street.

I took my eyes off of the dancing man for ten seconds while I crossed the street, making sure I didn't get hit by any late-night commuters. As I reached the other side, I looked back, and my heart dropped. He had stopped dancing and had moved so that he was standing parallel with me, one foot in the street, eyes still rolled back in his head, mouth still smiling wide. Unnerved, I walked a full half block before taking my eyes off of his still figure. I turned around long enough to make sure I wasn't going to run into anyone or anything and when I turned back to make sure the man wasn't following me, I found the place he had previously occupied empty.

With my heart beating fast, I looked toward the sidewalk behind me. There, crouching slightly as if he were an animal stalking their prey, was the man. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the darkness, but I knew that he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than five seconds, so he had to have moved fast. We stood staring for quite some time before he once again started moving toward me, this time taking large, animated steps as if he were trying to sneak up on me. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

At this point, I was frozen in fear. I couldn't make my feet move, it was as if all of my courage had left my body and I stood there shaking, watching the smiling man creep closer and closer. When he stopped again, about ten feet from me, I found enough will power to yell out, "What do you want?"

I heard the fear in my own voice and knew without a doubt that the man heard it too, because as soon as I spoke, he seemed to perk up, his smile somehow growing even wider. Then, after what felt like forever, he turned around very slowly and began dance-walking away. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I stood and watched him go until he was far enough away that he was almost out of sight.

Then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing.

I watched in horror as the distant shape of the man grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way.

And this time he was running.

Still, I couldn't find it in myself to move my feet, so I stood and watched in horror as this demon of a man reached out with his long, blood-red fingers aimed for my neck. I felt his large hands wrap around my throat, and-

I shot out of bed.

"Thank God," Pietro said, panting and pale. It was so dark that I could barely make out the silver of his hair in the low light. "I woke when you started tossing, and you would not wake up. Then you started screaming, and-are you alright?"

I nodded, looking off into the middle distance.

"Yeah... I think so," I mumbled, obviously not convincing the speedster.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, laying back down and pulling my head to rest on his chest. I could hear his heart racing and I found myself wondering if that was his natural resting heart rate or if it was because I frightened him.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm just going to try to go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?" Pietro asked, pulling the thick grey blanket up around the both of us. "I can stay awake with you if you like."

"No," I insisted, "just go back to sleep." With that, Pietro nodded and pulled me closer still, his body radiating heat and his sandalwood and nutmeg scent filling my senses.

Sleep soon welcomed me once again.

I was on a small peninsula, the sea on either side of me and in front of me, a large, run down building. My curiosity getting the better of me, I went to investigate. Outside the building was a great iron gate, the dark grey metal rusted brown in some areas. Reaching out, I lifted the clasp, it was left unlocked. A chill ran through me, there was no sign of the wind blowing and an eerie, nearly opaque fog was licking at my ankles. The cold, broken stone beneath me didn't seem to bother my bare feet, nor did the cold seep through the thin fabric of my shirt. Stopping before the main doors, I hesitated. I thought I could see a light shining from inside the building. I pushed the door open, the hinges whining as if they hadn't moved in years.

The only thing I could see as I stepped inside was a single long, narrow hallway with the same thick fog from outside collecting at the end. I looked behind me, debating whether or not I should proceed, only to find the doors gone, replaced with the ugly dark green wall as if it had never been there. Gathering my courage and walking forward, I looked to my left and saw a window. Inside was a modern operating room with no door to be found. I continued walking, and the farther I walked, the older the equipment got and more primitive the procedures were. In one room on my right, I saw a doctor wearing what I recognized as a Civil War-era field medic's uniform. He turned toward the window, and looked at me straight in the eye, a smirk playing on his face as he reached into his bag to retrieve his next tool. I looked away quickly before I witnessed anything else.

When I finally came to the end of the hallway, the patients' screams were nearly deafening, their anguish and pain reverberating in my head and I knew that I would never get the echo from my memory. Finally, the hallway ended in a single wooden door, hanging slightly open. Swallowing the lump in my dry, scratchy throat I pushed the door open and crept inside, only to be met with a single wooden table where a short, pale, old-looking man was bent over, working on a patient. His woolen medical clothing, stained brown with blood, kept me from seeing much else of his appearance, but when he turned around I was met with a droopy, blood-smeared face and small round glasses. I glanced behind the doctor, only to find the face of the patient was covered, leading me to believe they were dead.

The small doctor raised his hand, as if offering me something. Hesitantly, I put my hand beneath his, and he opened his hand, releasing a small, glowing, green gem. As soon as the gem landed in my hand, I heard a loud bang from behind me. I turn around just in time to see the Soldier, the man with the metal arm who gave me hope when Hydra had me, stab one of his many various knives deep into my chest.

I wake up crying, sobs racking my body. Pietro was nowhere to be seen and I was beginning to freak out. My entire body was shaking and sweat slicked my body. I must have done something to my stitches because the healing cut on my chest was burning as if a hot poker had been placed directly on it. I kicked the blankets off and curled into a ball, clutching my chest in an attempt to stop the searing pain. Just then the door opens, revealing a panicked looking Pietro and a tired, raccoon-eyed Wanda. Pietro's worried blue eyes met mine and in the blink of an eye, he was kneeled in front of me, his hand wrapped around mine. For once, his skin felt cool to the touch and I couldn't tell if he was cold or I was hot, but I chose to believe the latter.

"Princeza?" Pietro's cool hand rested on the crown of my sweaty head. "Wanda, she is burning up. Was it another nightmare, dragi?"

All I could do was nod, trying to keep my helpless, frightened whimpers from escaping. Every time I closed my eyes, the half red, peeling face of the smiling man would flash behind my eyelids. I fought to keep my eyes open until they were red and watering, only adding to my tears. Every time there was silence, I heard the echos of the men's screams down the hallway of the hospital, and it shook me to my core.

"Raelynn," Wanda's accented voice broke through the screams, "I can use my powers and do the best I can to help you, but I need your permission. May I?"

I nodded as quickly as I could; I just wanted the memories gone. Wanda approached the bed and knelt by my head, her hands hovering near my temples. As I watched, a red, glowing mist seemed to come from her hands, moving toward my head. I closed my eyes, wishing beyond all hope that she could fix this.

"I can't," I heard Wanda mumble. I opened my eyes and saw her head bent down, her beautiful face scrunched in concentration. "For some reason I cannot enter her mind." She dropped her hands and stood up once more, letting out a sigh. "I could get Vision, maybe since he has the Mind Stone, he will have better luck."

I nodded, agreeing with her idea even though I had no idea who this Vision was or what exactly this Mind Stone that he possessed was. Wanda didn't move, and I chanced a confused glance over at Pietro, who was zoned out, his eyes searching my face but his thoughts clearly off somewhere else. I opened my mouth to ask Wanda if she was going to go get this Vision or what exactly was she doing when all of a sudden, a red man walked through the wall.

I whimpered in fear and buried my head in the mattress. Although the red skinned man didn't look exactly like the one in my dream, I was frightened by his presence nonetheless. I felt one of Pietro's cool, large hands rest on my back while the other gently ran through my hair. He leaned close and was whispering to me, trying to calm me down.

"It is okay, princeza. I won't let anything hurt you. You don't need to be afraid, I will protect you. It is alright, moj dragi, I'm here."

"Vis, how many times must we talk about this?" I heard Wanda scold, annoyance lacing her accented voice.

"I'm sorry, but the door was open, so I thought that..." Came a distinctly male voice that sounded almost British.

"How many times have I told you, it is rude to walk into someone's room through the wall. Use the door."

"Is this the Raelynn girl whose mind you cannot enter?" Vision asked, stepping closer to me. I told myself that he wasn't the man from my dream and he wasn't going to hurt me and I opened my eyes, finally taking a good look at the man.

I don't know if 'man' is even the correct term to describe what was standing in front of me. He had the body of a man, but his skin looked matte, almost like it was painted metal. He was dressed strangely normal for a robot, wearing thick black cotton pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved blue thermal shirt. On his head were sections of grey metal, coming to a point on his forehead where a yellow gem sat. Looking at his eyes, his pupils were almost shaped like gears, and every few seconds, they would whir and turn as if they were adjusting every time the robot focused on something. I couldn't stop myself before my thoughts took a stroll out of my mouth.

"Where are your ears?" Pietro and Wanda looked at me, surprised. That was the first I had spoken since I woke up. I looked back at the red robot and restated my question, "Why don't you have ears? You have a thing where your ear should be but its covered by metal. I'm confused." I could see Pietro's smartass smirk out of the corner of my eye but I ignored him, looking at the cyborg and waiting for an answer.

"To tell you the truth, I do not know. The... the creature that built me was himself a robot, and thus I can only assume that he saw no need for ears. I have never given it much thought before, actually."

I nodded, not really understanding but not wanting to press the issue. A robot building another robot? It makes no sense.

"You have a strange way of looking at the world, Raelynn. I believe I would very much like to talk with you some more once this is all sorted out so I can get some insight from you." The British cyborg said, walking closer to where I was laying on Pietro's bed.

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or not," I mumbled, though everyone in the room heard me. Vision stepped closer once again and extended his hand over my head, closing his eyes. The stone in his forehead glowed yellow for a brief second before dying back down.

"It seems I cannot enter her mind either," the android said, confused. "It is almost as if something is keeping me out."

Nightmare summaries: *disclaimer, these are not mine, though I did try to keep it as far from plagiarism as I could
1. "The Smiling Man": Raelynn is walking down the street in the middle of the night when a creepy man who seems to be dance-walking approaches from the other direction. His eyes are pointed toward the sky, so far up that they almost seemed rolled back in his head. His face is twisted into an inhuman, cartoonish smile and half of his face seems to be peeling off, revealing a blood red face beneath. Weird, creepy things ensue and Raelynn wakes up right as the smiling man reaches for her throat.
2. "The Hospital": Raelynn stands before an abandoned building and decides to go in. As she walks down the hallway, she sees many various operations taking place, each one getting more primitive and old fashioned as she continued toward the end. At the end of the hallway she finds a door and opens it, revealing a small, round man with circular glasses operating on what appears to be a corpse. He hands her a small green gem and she turns around only to find The Winter Soldier, who buries a knife deep into her chest.

Thanks for reading! I'm sorry if this frightens any of you, but I was feeling it and the dreams are also foreshadowing something that's going to be revealed later in the story. I also apologize for the abrupt ending; this was originally supposed to be two chapters but I decided to combine them and there wasn't really a good place to cut it, so I just kind of went with it.

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