finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"a weird dream"

As the storm raged outside, branches hitting the window and rain pounding against the roof, I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to sleep. Adding to my discomfort, my thoughts kept drifting towards Wanda. I longed for her comfort and reassurance. I knew it wasn't exactly a mature reaction, but at that moment, I didn't care.

The wind suddenly caused the window in my room to burst open. This sudden noise startled Natasha, who was initially asleep in the bed against the other wall. Our beds were just a few feet away. She closed the window. "I apologize," she explained, "I don't know why I suddenly did that."

I smiled, assuring her it was alright. Natasha sat on the edge of my bed, taking notice of my wide awake state and chuckling softly. "Is sleep playing games with you, my dear?," she assumed. I nodded, feeling a yawn escaping me.

"You know, I wonder what the boys are up to," Natasha said in a slight smirk. "Probably fast asleep," I said in a chuckle. Joining me in my giggle, she stood up, after patting on my knee

"Alright, try to get some sleep, darling," Natasha almost whispered. As she went over to her bed again, I laid down. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to fall asleep well listening to the rain.

The next day, Peter woke me up with a shake. "Yn, wake up! I need to show you something!" he said excitedly.

"What the hell, Pete? Don't barge in like that!" I grumbled, quickly dressing myself after being caught only in a top and underwear.

"Sorry," he muttered, holding his hands up in apology. "But I really need to show you something! Hurry up!"

Intrigued, I followed him out of the room and up to the highest floor, and we climbed to the roof.
As we reached the roof, we perched on the edge, gazing at the orange sunset. The view was incredible, and the birdsong added to the atmosphere. Admitting that it was worth the effort, I shyly voiced my appreciation for Peter's eye.

Feeling the space between us closing, our thighs brushed against each other, creating an oddly intimate moment. Caught off guard by the touch, I accidentally glanced at him, only to find him looking back at me. A brief smile tugged at the corners of his lips, causing a rosy blush to spread across my cheeks.
I could punch myself. He was a complete idiot, yet he was somehow handsome.

As I headed back to our room, I noticed Natasha changing. "Oh, sorry," I remarked awkwardly, wondering if she needed privacy. Surprisingly, she shook her head "nah," she said, dismissing the need for me to leave.

Making my way toward the bed, I sat down and watched Natasha braid a small section of her hair. She glanced at me through the mirror, asking if I wanted her to braid my hair too. I declined, suddenly aware that I had been staring at her. Embarrassed, I quickly looked in another direction to which she chuckled.

At breakfast, Steve attempted to strategize our plan,
"so, I've been thinking and I-,"

"They even have pancakes here!," Peter abruptly stopped Steve as he stuffed his mouth with waffles, I rolled my eyes. "Oh sorry Steve," Peter said

Frustrated, Steve commented, "Can I finish speaking now, Peter?" Peter nodded. "Sorry,"

Tony, on the phone, confirmed that the storm had calmed down, and informed us that some of his agents would head west while we continue eastward. Hopefully, some of us will find Wanda.

Feeling a sense of unease about Tony becoming aware of me, Natasha placed a comforting hand on my arm. Gently seeking to reassure me.

Her words carried a genuine and sincere tone, as she stated, "Don't worry, I might not know you well, but if Tony dares to mistreat you, he'll have to deal with all of us." Her voiced filled with a genuine tone.
I smiled. This was the first time she had been nice, without putting on that big face. She genuine meant it.

We continued our search for Wanda. Day after day. Not knowing if we even would find something, but I wasn't going to give up. One day I was just making myself ready for the night. We slept outside on some blankets. It was a hot summer, so we weren't cold.

However, this night was different. It felt different. Not only from the outside.

I could tell something was wrong. It felt like something or maybe even someone was out there.

Trying to sleep anyway, I found myself waking up at exactly 3.33 from a heavy dream. The dream felt to real. Like a vision...

In a state of confusion, I struggled to recall the details of my dream. Fragments of memories flickered in my mind a hint of blue magic, a glimpse of a yellow stone, and a person. She seemed like...the name "Wanda" escaping my lips. The intensity of my emotion surprised even me, as if the "vision" begged me to uncover its hidden meaning.