ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Wanda Is Sick]

3rd person pov

The night before had been a harrowing one. Wanda's doctors had to perform CPR on her twice, fighting to revive her as her body struggled to overcome a stubborn infection that had taken hold of her pancreas, liver, and kidneys. Now, her heart was failing, too. Wanda's case was a medical mystery, a sudden and inexplicable deterioration that had begun with a simple cold.

Wanda's skin was now dry and pale, almost milky in hue. Her once plump cheeks had sunken into her skull, leaving behind a network of dark bags under her once-vibrant emerald eyes. Her lips, once full and rosy, were now dry, cracked, and discolored. Her hair, once luscious and full, now clung to her face in tangled wisps. Her exhausted body lay still in the hospital bed, struggling to draw ragged breaths.

Natasha took Wanda's hand in hers, pressing a gentle kiss to the bony knuckles. Wanda's eyes fluttered open, and she saw Natasha's sad smile above her. She tried to return it, but it felt like an effort too great for her frail body. Everything hurt - even breathing seemed like an insurmountable task.

But at the touch of Natasha's hand, Wanda's gaze softened, and she managed a weak smile. As she shifted in the bed, a wave of pain washed over her, making her wince and bringing on a wave of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.

Natasha sprang into action, rushing to help Wanda adjust her position and ease her discomfort.

"It's alright, Любовь моя (My love). Don't get up, it'll only hurt you further," Natasha softly instructed, her voice trembling with concern.

Wanda slowly followed the instruction, laying back against the pillows. "How are you feeling today, love? You had a rough night," Natasha asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

Wanda carefully made space for Natasha on the bed, and as hesitant as she was, she climbed in beside her. Wanda rested her head on Natasha's chest and held her hand in hers. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with the weight of Wanda's declining health.

As they lay wrapped in each other's arms, Wanda's breathing slowed, becoming more labored and shallow. Natasha glanced at the heart monitor, her heart sinking as she watched Wanda's heart rate slow down.

"You're here. I'm alright," Wanda replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha placed a soft kiss on Wanda's forehead and laid back down, her mind consumed by the devastating reality that was unfolding. As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel like she was losing the love of her life, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

A few moments later, Natasha gently moved Wanda off her and slipped out of the room. Outside, she couldn't hold back her grief any longer. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor in a heap of tears. The weight of her loss was crushing her, and she felt helpless to stop it.

Yelena sprinted across the hospital hallway, her own heart racing with concern as she rushed to her sister's side. She wrapped her arms around Natasha, holding her trembling body close as she tried to calm her down. But what could she say? The words seemed stuck in her throat as she felt her own heart break for her sister and for herself.

Wanda was Natasha's wife, but to Yelena, she was more than that - she was her best friend, the one person who truly understood her peculiar personality, the one who fully embraced it even when it seemed like her worst trait. Losing Wanda would be a devastating blow, but right now, Yelena had to be there for her sister.

"Shh, it's alright, Nat. It's alright, I've got you," Yelena crooned softly, trying to soothe her sister. But Natasha's sobs only grew louder.

"She just keeps getting worse, Lena!" Natasha sobbed. "I don't know what the hell to do!"

Frustration crept in like a thief in the night, replacing the sadness that had come before. "How are her doctors supposed to heal damage done by The Darkhold? How are they supposed to use science and technology to reverse all the physical effects of something completely unscientific like that, huh?" Natasha yelled through her heavy sobs.

Yelena tried to steer her sister away from the dark thoughts looming around her head. "Hey, they're doing everything they can," she said gently.

But Natasha was beyond consolation. "God, this is all my fault!" she muttered. "She opened The Darkhold because of me - because I blipped and now, she's lying in this damn hospital - "

"Natasha, stop," Yelena intervened firmly. "Take a deep breath and listen to me very carefully right now." Natasha drew in a sharp, heavy breath and exhaled loudly, trying to gather the little bit of sanity she had left. She lifted her tear-filled gaze to Yelena, ready to listen as instructed.

"Wanda is the most powerful Avenger," Yelena said firmly. "She is the ruler or destroyer of The Cosmos. She will get through this. She will get better. Do you understand me?" It wasn't clear whether Yelena was trying to convince herself or her sister of this fact, but she said the words anyway.

Natasha stayed silent in Yelena's arms, needing the comfort. She attempted to reel in her thoughts, finally standing up from the floor and wiping away her tears as she put on a best fake smile.

"Thanks, Lena," Natasha thanked her sister. Yelena offered a soft, sympathetic smile and held out her hand for Natasha to take - which she welcomed before leading them back to Wanda's room.

"Knock, knock, sis," Yelena said, entering the dimly lit hospital room. Wanda slowly opened her eyes and turned her head towards the door to her sister-in-law and wife.

"Lena," came the faintest, raspy voice from Wanda.

The two made their way over to Wanda's bed. Yelena took out a neatly wrapped alligator from her gift bag. "Look, it's a crocodile," she said, making a silly roar sound that made Wanda laugh a little. But the laughter was short-lived, as a sharp pain burned throughout Wanda's chest.

"Don't make me laugh, it's an alligator," Wanda said. Yelena shrugged her shoulders.

"I knew that," she replied.

"Thank you, Lena," Wanda said softly.

The atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly as Yelena and Natasha exchanged a worried glance. Suddenly, a code Blue was called out over the hospital intercom.

"Code Blue! We need a code Blue stat!" the voice echoed through the hospital corridors.

Wanda's eyes locked onto Natasha's, filled with a mix of fear and panic as her condition rapidly deteriorated.

Natasha paced back and forth down the hallway, her anxiety and worry growing with each passing moment. The sound of the beeping monitor still echoed in her ears as she stopped suddenly, a spine-tingling shiver radiating through her entire body. A coldness crept over her skin, as if a chill had invaded her very being. Her arms felt heavier than usual, as if they were weighted down by an invisible force.

She turned to glance at Yelena, wondering if she felt it too, but her sister stood silently, her eyes fixed intently on the door. Natasha felt overwhelmed with confusion. Had Yelena not sensed this coldness? Had the entire hospital not felt a sudden chill? Did she not have this gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach? Did she not feel the sense of...

Just then, the door to Wanda's room swung open, and Dr. Cho stepped out. Natasha and Yelena rushed over to him, their faces etched with concern.

"I'm sorry, Nat," Dr. Cho said gently. "We did everything we could, but her heart just couldn't take it anymore. We weren't able to revive her. She's gone."

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Not Natasha feeling Wanda die, chile. 👀