Learn me how to love -wandanat

Chapter 1

WANDA POV:

Empty.

That's what I feel.

It's been a week since my brother died in Sokovia and... I feel trapped. Like I can't breath.

I feel like I've lost a part of me. It's been a week since I'm at the avengers compound but I didn't left my room since then.
Steve and Clint checked on me multiples times but I couldn't find the strength to talk or even look at them.

Someone has been leaving food in front of my door but I don't know who it is. I almost don't eat anyway so I just let the plate of food in front of my door and the same person has been taking it back.

I recognize their steps every time they pass towards my room. They're soft and discreet. Almost like a ghost.

I get up and go to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I have bags under my eyes, I'm pale and I lost a lot of weight.

I know my brother wouldn't want me to be in such a bad state. But I just can't help it. He was the only person with me when we lost our parents and now he's gone. I'm all alone.

I don't let myself wonder in my thoughts, I put music on and step in the shower. Music help me to not overthink. It's necessary if I don't want to get a panic attack.

I step out of the shower and get dressed. As I'm about to get back in bed, a knock on my door interrupt me.

"Come in" I say letting my sockovian accent slip out.

Steve entered the room. "Hey Wanda. We are having a dinner downstairs together. Do you maybe want to join us? Don't worry there isn't a lot of people, just the team."

I was about to say no but I thought about pietro. He would want me to go, make friends, have people to trust, new friends to hang out with...

"Okay" I say quietly not so sure of my answer.

He looks surprised but smile widely "okay get ready and in 10 minutes Natasha will come to take you downstairs" he said closing before leaving my room.

Natasha? Why her? I mean I'm okay with that but she doesn't seem to like me.

I manipulated her mind and I'm not proud of it. I manipulated all of their minds but for Natasha, I didn't show her her worst nightmare. I showed her her worst memory, it was the hardest for me to see. It must have been so hard for her to see this again and I feel ashamed and I feel bad for her.

I sit on my bed and look around me. I'm lucky to be safe and alive. I have a real bed and even a tv. I don't remember the last time I was able to watch sitcoms. I just know that it was with my parents, back in sockovia.

« Wanda? » someone calls outside of the room.

I open the door finding Natasha. « Are you ready? » She asked with no particular emotions.

"Uhm yeah" I close my door and follow her. I get lost again in my thoughts stressed to go downstairs with the team.
Before I start to overthink about how tonight will go, I try to focus my mind on something else.

I look at Natasha. I closely listen to the noises that surround me. I focus on her steps. They're so soft like she's flying. I mean she's a spy and- wait- I recognize them. I recognize her steps.

She's the one who brings me food? How can she take care of me when I messed with her brain?

We enter the room and everyone looks at me surprised. I meet Natasha's eyes. She must notice that I'm feeling nervous because she gives them a glare and they quickly look away.

I gave her a grateful look and she returns me a little smirk.

Her smile makes me feel more comfortable and gives me the courage to go sit with the team.

They all smile warmly at me and wave at me and we began to eat.

I try my best to not panic and enjoy the night, like my brother would want me to.