ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Grieving ]

Wanda lay in her bed, her body shaking with silent sobs. The pain of losing her brother, Pietro, still felt like a fresh wound. They had only been reunited for a brief time before he was brutally taken from her. Now, she was left with the crushing weight of her grief. Her parents were gone, and Pietro's death had left her feeling utterly alone. Her powers, once a source of joy and wonder, now felt like a curse she couldn't escape.

Despite her pain, Wanda didn't want to be a burden to her girlfriend, Natasha. She knew Natasha had her own struggles to deal with, and Wanda didn't want to add to her partner's load. So, she kept her grief hidden, even from those who cared about her.

The team at the compound had been kind and supportive, trying to make Wanda feel welcome and comfortable. But even their efforts couldn't ease the ache in her heart.

As Natasha patrolled the compound on her nightly security rounds, she heard the sounds of Wanda's crying coming from her room. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Trying again, she called out softly, "Wanda, is everything okay?"

Natasha pushed open the door and stepped inside. "I'm coming in, okay?" she said softly. The sight before her broke her heart. She had known Wanda was struggling, but she hadn't realized just how bad she was actually suffering. Wanda quickly cleared her throat and wiped away her tears.

"Hey, Nat," Wanda said, her voice fragile.

"Hey, sweetheart," Natasha replied. "Can I sit?"

Wanda nodded, and Natasha made her way over to the bed, sitting down beside her. She opened her arms, and Wanda jumped into her embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around Natasha's waist.

"Talk to me, Wanda," Natasha whispered softly against her girlfriends hair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. You know me, just overly emotional," Wanda replied, shrugging.

"Wanda, I know you. It's not nothing if it's making you cry so try again," Natasha said.

Wanda sighed, knowing that Natasha was right. Her girlfriend knew her better than anyone sometimes.

"Fine," Wanda admitted. "It's my brother."

"I'm listening," Natasha said gently, holding Wanda closer.

"I just miss him so much," Wanda explained. "I know this sounds weird, but Pietro and I have always shared a bond. We knew what the other was feeling, what the other was thinking. Maybe it was a twin thing, I don't know. And after he died, I just felt so empty. Everything just became so hollow. I'm trying to grieve and move on, but some days are just harder than others."

"I'm sorry, Wanda," Natasha said softly. "I honestly can't imagine how you must be feeling right now, and I'm really sorry about your brother. But you don't have to be grieving all alone. You have the team and you have me. You can hold onto me for as long as you need. Grief isn't linear. Some days are going to be harder than others, and I want to help you through those days. Can I do that?" she asked, her voice gentle against Wanda's soft curls.

Wanda sniffled and nodded against Natasha's chest, and the two women settled into comfortable silence before slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Wanda," a voice whispered, so soft that she might have doubted it, but the familiar tone sent her racing towards the sound. As she pinpointed Pietro's location in their Sokovian home, she sprinted towards him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"You're here, brother! You're here! I missed you so much!" she mumbled into his chest.

"I know, I missed you too," Pietro replied, his voice muffled against her hair.