Anchor ⌘ Wanda Maximoff [Completed]

02. ⌘ Denial

Steve, Natasha, and Stiles stood in the Avengers conference room around the round table. Wanda went berserk after Stiles confirmed what they already suspected. The Scarlet Witch lost her anchor and her powers were becoming a huge risk to the team.

"Do you think you can help Wanda?" Steve questioned, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"I've dealt with murderous werewolves, a kanima, multiple psychopaths, being possessed by a very evil spirit, and a coyote girlfriend." Stiles listed out.

Steve and Natasha raised brows and still had skeptical looks on their face.

Stiles rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, "Yes, I can help."

Steve nodded, "So what's the first step?"

Stiles shrugged, "First, making sure she gets through the five stages of grief."

"Which are?" Steve wondered.

"Shock and denial. She could either feel numb from his sudden death or just deny the fact that she lost the one family she had left." Stiles explained.

"Then comes anger," Natasha interjected. "She'll either be angry at Pietro for leaving her, or at Clint for being the reason he died."

"Or both." Stiles pointed out. "She could want to get revenge or have angry outburst towards anyone. It'll be best to have a limited amount of people in contact." He sat down in one of the chairs, placing his folded hands on the table. "Then comes the feeling of hopelessness and vulnerability. Wanda will wonder why she has to go through this pain, that maybe if she was a better person then Pietro would still be here."

"Then comes the depression," Natasha said, catching Steve's attention again. "It can be expressed by silence or emotional outbursts. Either way, we reassure her that everything will be okay."

"Lastly, acceptance. We can't exactly understand all the emotions she's go through, but we can comfort her." Stiles explained, "But she has to allow the grief to come over her and not resist it."

Steve nodded, taking in all of the information, "Okay. Then what happens after that?"

Stiles hummed in a high pitch, causing Steve to raise a brow. "We have to help find her a new anchor."

"I'm guessing by your expression that it's not easy," Steve sighed tiredly.

"Nope," Stiles answered, his eyebrows raised and eyes slightly squinted.

Steve groaned, "Wonderful."

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Stiles entered the room where Wanda was being held inside a glass cage. "Hey, Wanda." He laughed nervously under her intense gaze. "Do you mind if I just," he trailed off, pressing the button to enter the cage and stepping through.

Wanda sat on her bed with wooden blocks floating around her. "What do you want?" She hissed as the glass door closed behind him.

"I just wanted to talk," Stiles cautiously sat beside her on the bed. He made sure to sit far enough away from her so he wouldn't set her off.

The blocks floating in the air splintered from the pressure Wanda was putting on them with her powers. "No."

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek before continuing, "I just wanted to know how you feel about his death."

Wanda shot up from the bed, "You want to know how I feel?" She spat. "I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. He was all that I had left!" She screamed. The wooden blocks flew towards the glass walls in opposite directions, but the glass was left unharmed.

"Okay, totally skipping to stage two." Stiles muttered to himself. "I know you're angry, but you have to try to calm down. You don't want to hurt anyone." He stood slowly.

"This is all of their fault! If Stark would have never sent those damn bombs and the Avengers never existed, then he'd still be here!" Wanda's eyes glowed red with anger. The bed flipped over, startling Stiles.

"Wanda," Stiles tried to gain her attention. "Calm down," his hand slowly slipped into his pocket, reaching for the sedative Natasha gave him.

"He can't be dead," Wanda gripped her head and sunk to the floor. "He's not dead!" Objects inside the cage started flying around, hitting the glass wall with a loud thud.

Stiles quickly ducked down when a mirror came flying his way. "Wanda! I know it's hurts, but you have to calm down."

"He's not dead," she kept muttering over and over.

Stiles made his way her and pulled the sedative from his pocket. "It will get better," he took the cap off of the needle with his teeth and inserted the sharp object into Wanda's neck. The sedative ran through her blood stream, taking effect quickly.

"Pietro?" Wanda whimpered as her hands slowly fell from her head, and the flying objects dropped to the floor.

"Okay," Stiles put the cap back on the needle. "Nat, mind unlocking the door?"

"Sure," Natasha's voice rang out through the large room.

Stiles lifted Wanda up into his arms and stepped out of the glass cage.

"Why are you taking her out?" Natasha wondered from the observation room above.

"She's not really a threat right now, is she?" Stiles retorted, looking down at the unconscious girl in his arms. "I'm taking her to her room."

"Fine, but if she starts going berserk again, it's your problem." Natasha told Stiles before leaving the observation room.

"Great," Stiles sighed. He stepped out of the room and walked past the guards. "You can leave now," he muttered to the two before he continued his way down the hall with Wanda in his arms.