𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄. ¹ | wanda maximoff

04 | 𝐈'𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

THREE MONTHS LATER

CARSON WAS gently woken up from his sleep, his eyes fluttering open due to the sound of someone singing softly to themselves. His face scrunched up as he came around, but he decided to brush it off and close his eyes again, assuming it was Natasha or Pepper.

"Stars shinin' bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you'.
Birds singing in the sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me."

But then his eyes opened once more, the tiredness suddenly seeming to wash away. That song. That voice. He'd recognize it anywhere.

Her favourite song.

"Say, 'Nighty-night' and kiss me.
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.
While I'm alone and blue as can be.
Dream a little dream of me."

Carson slowly sat up in the bed, his eyes travelling over to the bathroom door where the singing was coming from. And that's when it opened, revealing a girl walking out of the bathroom pulling a shirt over her head which made it difficult for Carson to see her face.

He watched her every move, not daring to take his eyes off her as he was desperate to see her face. He had to be sure. She stopped at the desk with her back towards him and finished pulling down her shirt, her red hair now being shown to him.

Carson's chest instantly tightened at the sight and he shuffled towards the end of the bed carefully. He didn't want to make any drastic movements, he was terrified that she would disappear.

The sound of him moving seemed to catch her attention and she tuned around, instantly perking up at the sight of him.

"Hi dorogoy."

Carson froze and blinked a few times, completely in shock as to what he was seeing.

"Wanda..."

"Wow, you okay there?" She chuckled. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Don't get your hopes up.

As much as he wanted to smile, to laugh along with her, to hold her, to kiss her, he couldn't. He wanted to believe what he was seeing, to give into it, but he knew that he would just end up being disappointed in the end. Just like he always was.

It wasn't real.

That was the bottom line.

Wanda was dead, no, she is dead.

"Is everything okay?" Wanda frowned when she noticed his state. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Carson let out a breath. "God I miss you..."

"What do you mean, I'm here dorogoy. I'm with you." Wanda shrugged.

"No." He shook his head. "You're not."

Carson looked down at the ground, avoiding her eyes. He couldn't bare to look at her anymore, it was too much. She kept calling out to him and it took everything in him not to give in. But he just wanted it to be over, for him to wake up.

It's not real, it's not real, it's not real.

"Carson..." Wanda moved forwards and cupped his face. "Look at me please."