The last survivor ( Y/N story)

Chapter 13 (Wanda)

*Warning this chapter contains the same as the last chapter, traumatic events, blood, and a severely injured person as well as a panic attack*

*This corresponds with the previous chapter*

Wanda's POV:

My head hangs loose. Blood spilling everywhere. The puddle becoming bigger and bigger. Small fragments of glass lay under my face. Causing more blood to spill. I must gasp for every breath.

A red hand lays itself on my most prominent wound. It stings so with the little strength I have left I only slightly move away from the hand. "Wanda, darling..." a voice comes from above, it tries to be calm, but I can tell it is failing to do so. "Please stay still," the voice is one that pains for me to hear. Vision. I remember every detail of his voice. But I have never heard it like this. He never has never been so... broken.

I don't wish to hurt him anymore. So, I force myself to keep my eyes open and to stay awake. I feel a second pair of hands this time framing my face. Large cold fingers pry my eyes open meaning that I don't have to struggle to keep them open. I am pleased, until a bright light shines into my eyes.

"Her pupils aren't dilating." A deep voice says.

"Steve!" another voice says

"Roll her on her side or you'll choke her to death!"

I am already on my side so I have no idea what this voice is saying. My confusion distracts me from trying to hold onto consciousness. So I go into the darkness. The last thing I hear is: "Wanda?"

Tony's POV:

Steve is getting on my last nerve the scene in front of me is bad enough I don't want him to make it any worse.

Steve screams back at me, "Well, fine she'll just bleed to death then!"

I honestly don't know what that man thinks sometimes.

Smart Hulk snaps me out of my dase. "Wanda?" Then without another word he scoops up Wanda. As he stands and begins to walk out the door. He side glances to the other side of the room. Looks down at Wanda in his hands and briskly walks to the Hospital Ward.

Vision and I follow in suit.

The rest of the Avengers split between coming with us or going to help Natasha.

Nat! I had completely forgot she had been impacted in the blast. With Wanda being right in the door way she was a big enough distraction.

Smart Hulk takes Wanda into a room. Stephen then pops out of no where. Standing in the way of a shocked Vision. "Stay here please," he says to Vision holding out his hand.

I place my hand on Vision's shoulder. I don't know what to say so I panic. "Do you want to go down to the workshop with me?" as soon as I say it I immediately regret doing so.

"No thank you," Vision says turning to Tony. "I think I will go make some paprikash."

He walks out of the room as Steve and Bucky come in carrying Natasha.

She is immediately put on the nearest bed.

"Bruce!" I yell.

He comes out with a mask and gloves on. Already stained with blood. "Nat," is all I manage to say.

He takes her into a different room. Then what seems like out of no where. A puffed Shuri comes through the door.

With that I leave the team in the Hospital Ward. Not being able to take it anymore. So I walk out of the room of nightmares. And I make my way to my quarters. Complete with my very own workshop.

Try as I might, I can't forget what is happening a only a building away. Flashes off a seemingly dead Natasha and Wanda fill my mind. My breathing fastens. I slide down to the floor. Shaking. My head feels distant as the dizziness comes in. It is not violent but it is enough to make me feel sick. The only thing that is stopping this is probably the dryness of my mouth.

I barley manage to get up, but I do. I stumble out of the room. Each image that fills my brain makes me stumble ever more. I continue my stumbling towards the hospital ward. To find it empty. The only thing left in the room is blood on the floor.

Where did everyone go?

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