3rd person:
Deafening silence filled the compound; only time anyone had ever left their rooms were to train or eat. Tony was constantly in the lab trying to distract himself from the nightmares. Steve was doing laps around the compound, he felt bad for wanda but still upset over what she did. He tried to contain that though. He knew that anger wouldn't get him very far so there was no point. Bruce wasn't seen again after the fight as he disappeared off in a jet and thor was back in Asgard helping the people.
Clint was the only one who often wandered the building. He sympathised for wanda since she didn't mean to do it she was being controlled. He felt bad for the others as they seemed incredibly shaken up. He told Laura about the situation and she told him it would take time for them to recover. He believed that. And then there was Nat. Natasha was in the training room working too hard. It was her only coping method. She trained for hours at any point of the day there. Occasionally going out for runs with Steve. She hated wanda for what she did to her. All these years she'd been forcing them memories away from her conscience and longed to forget them yet they never went away. She had many sleepless nights since the battle because of the nightmares. She'd lost someone too but didn't understand why the witch could of thought it was a good idea to bring people's trauma to life again. The increase of flashbacks had given natasha extreme headaches and nausea. Her knuckles were bloody,scratched,bruised from training using the punching bag. She didn't care. She was trying too hard to make this feeling disappear. She hated it. Wanda however, hadn't left her room in a week. She went to the bathroom every now and then but didn't dare leave. She could feel the others hatred seeping through the door into her room. The witch was not only drowning in her tears but her guilt, but feeling like it was her fault Pietro died. And now the others dispised her for what she did. Her nightmares about the torture she experienced with hydra and the feeling of her brothers death had meant she gained no sleep in the past days. The girl even stopped eating for a while because of it. She was frail and incredibly weak: yet somehow alive. She didn't feel alive. No. Half of her disappeared the day of his death. The other part was wasting away from the aftermath.Natashas pov:
My heart was pounding from the training. I'd been in the room for hours and I started to lose the feeling in my limbs. But i continued shaking it off; I wasn't finished yet. Then stumbling back, my head started to spin.
"Shit!" I say as I fall back onto a mat.I awoke to the sound of Clint trying to wake me.
"Nat!" He exclaimed and I gradually open my eyes.
I groan and turn to look at him standing there with a worried face. I launch forward sitting up checking to see where am.
"Nat what are you doing? It's 2am!"
"I guess I passed out" I say falling back on the mat again to rest.
"You're training too much you need to let your body rest, go to bed."
I was too tired to argue with him so I got up and grabbed my things to leave the room. I reach the floor to my room and get out the elevator. My floor also happened to be where the kitchen was. To my surprise, I see the witch standing there with a glass of water. She glances at me with tears in her eyes and attempts to give me a sorry smile.
'I don't have time for this' I think to myself and I storm off to my room.
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All is forgiven - wanda nat
RomanceAfter the battle in Sokovia, Wanda is left a mess from hydra and the death of her brother, Pietro. However, will she be able to gain trust from the team after what she did to them? -side note I do not own any of these characters but the story is min...