Frail heart

Repose

Chapter eighteen

Wanda had woken up in med bay, dazed and confused as to what had happened to land her there, a sharp pain piercing through a part of her face just above her eyebrow; and when she tentatively lifted her fingers to graze them against it, she was met with a set of stitches.

Sitting up in her bed, Wanda surveys the room only to find it empty; but she can hear the faint chatter of people just outside her room. Her sudden movements, however, alert FRIDAY that she's awake, who then alerts the others.

"Oh thank God."

Wanda frowns at Natasha's sigh of relief, watching as the other woman rounds the bed to rake her eyes over the brunette and check for any bleeding wounds.

"What happened?" Wanda asks, eyes following Natasha as she flitters around the room to grab the cup and bottle of water sitting on the table in the far corner of the room.

"You don't remember...? That's odd."

"What happened?" Wanda asks again, more urgently this time.

"Well, long story short... our mission was a fluke. Hydra lured us into their trap, you and Steve were caught in an explosion while me and the others couldn't get you guys out. Y/N ended up saving you guys, almost killing himself in the process."

Wanda just stared at Natasha for a few moments as she tried to grasp what she had just said, and when she did, a million more questions were flying around her head, "Is he okay?"

"Steve? Yeah he's fine, he- "

"No, Y/N. Is Y/N okay?" Wanda reiterates.

Natasha is slightly thrown off guard by Wanda's correction, but she doesn't withhold the information from the girl, "Oh. Yeah, uh he's a bit beat up but he's alive."

Anyone could notice the sigh that Wanda lets escape her mouth, leaning back onto the bed's pillows with a perplexed air to her. Natasha had refrained from delving into the severity of your injuries, she figured it would only upset Wanda further than she might have already been.

Things were relatively slow after the short conversation between the two women. Wanda had almost shrunk into herself, not saying more than a few words in response to the questions she was asked. The team chalked it down to her still being caught up on the mission, but Natasha had her suspicions.

Steve was keeping a close eye on you from the ward beside Wanda's. You hadn't been very active, steady breaths assuring him that you were still alive, but considering the stress your body had undergone, he was honestly surprised you weren't dead.

Steve wasn't unfamiliar with the whole enhanced healing thing, but the speed in which your wounds closed and restored themselves was something he'd never seen before, it was also something he'd have to question Tony and Banner about at a later time.

Vigilant as ever, the soft set of footsteps entering the room didn't go unnoticed by the blonde, "How's she holding up?"

Natasha sits on the seat beside Steve, crossing her legs as she massages her temples, the lack of sleep was coming to bite her in the ass. "She's shaken up, not massively responsive."

"Can we blame her." Steve mutters, eyes still fixed on your unconscious figure.

"What about him? Anything new happen while I was gone?" Natasha questions, watching as the man shakes his head in disappointment.

"Nothing."

"He's gonna wake up, he's a lot stronger than we know." Natasha reassures. She could hazard a guess as to what was running through Steve's head right now, and the last thing she wanted was for him to carry all the blame on his shoulders. "It was his own choice, Steve. His mind was already made up."