Solitude

5| Thunder

A loud crash of thunder snaps you out of your dream. 

Opening your eyes, you need a moment to adjust to the darkness. The sight of an unfamiliar nightstand makes you furrow your brows together. Where are you? Your gaze drifts over the room, noticing a brown cardigan thrown over the chair. Two pairs of shoes are mindlessly placed on the floor. 

Slowly, memories of yesterday night return. The previous weight on your body disappeared. Wanda.

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"That's enough for tonight." You grab her glass out of her hand, placing it on the other side of the table. "You're drunk."

"Obviously. And?" She raises a brow, eying the glass from afar with big eyes. "I'm an adult, y/n. No need to worry about me."

"I won't be the one to hold your hair back." 

"Good." She answers bluntly. "I don't want you to."

Returning from the long hike, Wanda saw it fit to celebrate it with a glass of wine.. or more. Not drinking any alcohol, you politely declined. That didn't stop her at all. To be honest it only spurred her on to drink for two. 

"Let's get you to bed." You decide to call it a day, standing up from the couch. "We both deserve a good night of sleep."

Wanda crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"I'm not tired yet."

You roll your eyes. How does one not like the idea of sleeping? Placing the nearly empty bottle of wine in the cabinet, you click your tongue. 

"I'm going to bed. If you want to stay up all night, so be it. But please do it upstairs in your bedroom and not bother me here."

She purses her lips. Not replying, Wanda looks like a grumpy child as she stands up from the armchair.. and nearly falls to the ground. Quickly, you surge forward without even thinking twice about it. Wanda groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. Your heart hammers against your chest.

Dropping back down on the armchair, Wanda places her hand against her face. Without noticing it, you don't let go of her hands. You are all too worried about her well-being, mustering her face in search of any signs of trouble. The redhead rolls her head to the side, closing her eyes. 

You softly shake her shoulders. "Don't go to sleep just yet, Wanda. Trust me, you don't want to wake up in an armchair."

Her only reply is a little grunt. You chuckle, trying to get her to move. Wanda furrows her brows, not all too excited about the way you try to wake her up again. But you don't let go, continuing to shake her shoulders. Her eyes shoot open, staring at you with a mix of amusement and annoyance. 

"All right, I'm going. On one condition." She stretches her arms out with her lips slightly parted. "Carry me."

"Do what now?" You ask, your voice coming out higher than anticipated. 

"I can't walk up the stairs." She explains. "And my feet hurt from the long walk. I can't feel them anymore."

"You were the one who insisted on going on that path." 

"Now it's my fault. Of course, you blame me for all of it." 

You take a deep breath. You're not here to fight her. Agreeing to her condition, you help her up the stairs and push open the wooden door to her bedroom. Blindly navigating to her bed, you bump into some furniture on the way. Wanda has her arm trapped over your shoulder, groaning as she hits her leg against something.

"Ouch! Watch where you are going." She exclaims impulsively. 

If you could see her, you know she would stare daggers into your skin. Too prideful to let her talk to you like that, even though the drunkenness speaks through her, you let go. Wanda lets out a sound of confusion.