Forever

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Bree passed out on her couch hours ago, completely exhausted and drained from all the stress she believes she's forced on herself. Curled in a ball with her stuffed bear laid between her arms, she's dreaming right now.

Bree and Pietro lay beneath her white sheets, facing each other with smiles on their faces.

Meanwhile, the actually Pietro takes a second chance to check on her. He quietly and softly takes a seat on the couch in front of her and scooches closer slightly as to not alert her in any way.

"You're so beautiful." He pushes her hair behind her ear and she smiles.

"Thank you."

He slowly and gently reaches for her hand and she nuzzles herself closer while holding just his ring and middle fingers. His eyes begin to water immediately and he sits forward to cover his mouth

"I love you." He whispers softly as she looks around.

"I love you too."

"Love you." She mumbles in her deep sleep.

The flow of tears breaks free for him and he struggles to keep quiet as the sobs come pouring out. Her hateful and uncontrollable words play in his head, over and over, like a broken record sounding on repeat. And to hear her say something so meaningful in her sleep, it reminds him of a sleeping angel, the beauty in her voice and face, shooting his straight through the heart.

"Pietro?" She lifts her head and he sits up. "What..?"

Before she can finish that sentence, she's falling straight off the bed, but there's no floor to catch herself on, no ending to this madness. She can't stop it, she just keeps going deeper into the darkness and further away from her light, his light.

She screams out his name for help, but he can't find her, nor can he hear her. She begins to hear laughter around her and bursts into tears when the sound of her criticism rings through her ear drums and she can't stop it.

"Ugly."

"She's such a slut."

"They don't deserve her."

"They don't need her."

"She should just leave."

"She should just die."

"Kill yourself."

"Die."

Bree opens her eyes with a deep breath and slowly sits up with tears in her eyes and heavy breaths. She pulls the blanket higher up her body as she lays back down and squeezes the bear to her chest and bury her face in it's head.

-

Little did anyone know, while spending a majority of his time in his lab, Tony has been keeping watch of Bree every few hours. He's dealt with this before and knows it's best to know what she's doing, so he can stop her from doing anything too irrational.

He'd witnessed every movement and heard every word from Pietro and even what Bree whispered. Now, he has Wanda watching it all too with Pepper beside her.

"You think she was dreaming of him?" Pepper crosses her arms.

"She had to be." Wanda shakes her head with wrinkled brows.

"It looked like it turned into a bad dream." He pushes his hands in his pockets. "I don't even want to know what happened there."

"Nothing good." Wanda sighs.

"It never is." Pepper shakes her head. "I asked her a little over two weeks ago when the last time she had a good dream was and it's been way too long."

"Wasn't she having nightmares last time too?" Tony asks and she nods.

"We might be able to use that as a warning if this were to happen again." Wanda shrugs a bit and they nod.

"Whatever works."