BABY AVENGERS ➵ scarletfrost

《 III 》Sick Bruce

Wanda's POV:

Sokovia
War
Parents
Bombs
Stark Industries
HYDRA
Pietro
Pietro
Pietro..

I jolted up in my bed as beads of sweat rained down my forhead. I didn't realise until I touched my cheek that there was a stream of tears falling rapidly from my eyes. I couldn't breath. I tried to inhale but my body wouldn't let me. In, out I tried to tell myself but everytime I tried, my throat clenched. I coughed loudly and felt the oxygen get drained from my body. I panicked. Thinking I was going to die, I went to my last resort and opened up a telepathic conversation with Loki and cried out for help

'Can't breath-" I stated frantically through the link. I held my chest and tried desperately once again. Although it was only like thirty seconds, it felt like an eternity before the door flung open and a figure ran through the door.

Loki's POV:

I was sleeping when I was awoken by a telepathic presence which filled my mind. At first, I panicked and pulled out my dagger prepared to fight whatever it was. Then, I heard a whimper through the link.

"Can't breath" they gasped.

Wait, I know that voice. Accented, soft and- Wanda? I thought as I tore my covers off and ran out the room. I burst into hers and she was sitting on her bed gasping rapidly. I quickly kneeled next to her and grabbed her shoulders.

"Hey, can you hear me?" I asked and she nodded slowly back. Okay, I have absolutely no clue what to do.

"Breath with me, okay?" I told her as I demonstrated slow breaths and let her repeat. Soon enough, she was okay. When she came back to her senses, she looked embarrassed and her cheeks were flushed with a soft red. I chuckled.

"You okay now little witch?" I questioned. I like that nickname. I don't think she did because the blush on her cheeks became redder as she nodded. "Thank you," she whispered. Her throat was still soar I assumed. It was still late when she had awoken me, so once I had left, I attempted to fall back asleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later and got ready in the bathroom. I then headed downstairs to see the babies were still asleep and Wanda was already there in the kitchen. She wore a black top and black jeans which she paired with a red jacket and heels. She also wore her locket which she had worn the previous days as well, I guess its special. She was placing two pieces of a circular brown, bread looking food on nine plates but the other two plates had three. Probably ours, the children only got two because their fragile, small mortal bodies can't handle much.

She finished setting the table and turned around and looked at me. I realised I was staring at her and attempted to brush it over. "Should we wake them up now?" I asked.

"If your done staring at me," she stated mischievously as she smirked and walked towards the sleeping mortals. I closed my eyes for a split second and inhaled deeply. I then followed her and slowly shook awake some of them.

"Wake up sweetheart," I heard Wanda say as she kneeled by doctor Banner. His eyes fluttered open and examined the room. He looked confused. His gaze then landed on Wanda and his shoulders relaxed as she picked him up and placed him down on a chair between Tony and herself. I wasn't sure what she had made but they smelt wonderful. I looked at the plate then raised my eyebrow at her. "Pancakes," she informed me as she cut a bit off and put it into her mouth. I nodded and decided to try a bit. Pure bliss. It was sweet and the texture of the soft bread felt like heaven.

This lady can cook amazingly, noted, I thought as I quickly devoured the food. Most of the children had finished eating but doctor Ban- well, I guess he isn't really a doctor anymore,  Bruce had barely eaten three bites. He looked pale and his eyes were wide open. He turned to Wanda before falling of the chair and vomiting.