Sorry For Your Loss | ScarletWidow

1.) Loss

A/N: Before I start this story I wanted to make a quick note explaining the theme and such. I haven't seen anyone do this yet, and I've been watching Sorry For Your Loss the last few days, and I thought there were a lot of parallels between Wanda and Leigh, so I thought this would be an interesting idea.
I have a rough outline of what the story is going to consist of, but it is going to be a slow burn because of how Wanda handles her grief in this story instead of the MCU version. I hope everyone really enjoys reading this as much as I have writing it. Anyways, enjoy, babes!

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It had been a week since the final battle, and it was the day of Tony's funeral. Natasha, Bucky, Steve, and Sam were ready to go. There were now waiting on Wanda so that they could leave.

"You should check on her," Steve said as he looked at Natasha.

"Okay," Natasha sighed softly.

The Black Widow walked down the hallway to Wanda's room. She softly knocked on the door, biting her lip nervously.

Over the past week, Wanda had barely talked to anyone. She only ever left her room to get food and use the bathroom. If it wasn't mealtime, no one ever saw her. And since Natasha's room was next to Wanda's, she knew the Witch cried herself to sleep almost every night. The sound broke her heart every time she heard it, but whenever she would get up to check on the younger woman, she would stop crying.

"Y-yeah?" Wanda's voice came shakily from the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" Nat asked.

The door opened, showing that Wanda was sitting on the bed. She had on a black dress with roses decorating it and was holding a black coat in her hands. Next to her on the bed was one of Vision's suits.

Natasha bit her lip before walking over to Wanda. She sat down beside her. "Hey..."

"I-I don't think I can g-go..." Wanda stammered as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I know it's hard, Little Witch, but I think it will help you get some closure if you go."

Wanda shook her head as her head dropped. "I-I can't... I'll be-be a wreck."

Natasha frowned. "We're all a wreck, hon. You won't be the only one crying." She gently laid her hand on top of Wanda's.

Wanda took a deep, shaky breath. "Okay... y-you better shed a tear, too. I-I can't be the only one sobbing."

Natasha smiled sadly. "You know I don't cry that often, but I think today will be the day I do."

Wanda looked up at Natasha, smiling weakly as another tear rolled down her cheek. "Okay."

"Guys, the car's here," Sam yelled.

"Ready?" Natasha asked.

Wanda just nodded as she stood up. She pulled her coat on and walked out of the room.

Natasha got up from the bed and followed after the other woman.

They went downstairs and all got into the black SUV. The ride out of the city was silent, even the driver didn't dare say a word.

When they arrived at Tony's farmhouse, the car parked at the end of the driveway. Bucky, Steve, and Sam got out of the car, while Wanda stayed in her seat next to Nat. She was staring at her hands, fidgeting with the ring on her ring finger that Vision had given her in Scotland. Her lip started to tremble.

"Wanda," Natasha frowned.

"I-I can't do this... I-I c-can't say g-goodbye to St-Stark, too." The redhead said as she shook her head.