I don't think I slept at all that night. It's just stressful. With Bucky coming back and the possibility of Natasha still being alive, it's just so much. And with whatever that was with Bucky last night, I just don't know. How am I supposed to talk to him today?
There's a knock on my door.
Deep breath, deep breath, pray it's not Bucky.
I exhale. "Come in."
The smell of bacon and eggs flurries through the room.
"Hey, I brought you breakfast." it's Wanda. "Although Vision did make it, I'm not sure how good it is." She lets out a soft laugh and so do i.
"Thank you, Wanda."
She stares at me for a second.
"Something's wrong isn't it." she says
"What? Nothing is wrong, why would you think that?" i say defensively.
"You are always up training at the crack of dawn, and right now it's 11:30 and you've stayed in bed all day."
"Wanda, i'm fine."
"No you're not."
"Wanda, what are you-"
Everything goes black.
