finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"Wanda's memory"

As I sat in the peaceful grass, the sound of the tents rustling in the breeze and the chirping of birds surrounded me. The calm atmosphere was a stark contrast to my internal turmoil. After a restless night, I found myself replaying the strange dream in my mind.

Natasha, noticing my unease, gently asked if I was alright. I downplayed my discomfort, unsure if I should reveal the details of my unsettling dream. "All done," she said, and I managed a small smile in thanks before continuing to pack.

While helping to take down the tents, I went quiet again. As Natasha looked at me from the other side of the tent, she slowly placed a hand on my shoulder. I flinched as she brought me back to reality. "Sorry," I quickly apologized, as I immediately felt bad. Her concern turned into confusion.

Feeling bad, I continued taking down the tent. After a while, we were ready to continue our journey. However, I didn't last long before I was lost in thought again. While walking, both Natasha and Steve noticed.
Steve looked back at Natasha. Shooting Natasha a confused gaze, she slowed down her speed of walking and walked next to me.

Observing me, Tasha cleared her throat. "Alright, you're going to tell me what's up with this sudden behavior, or I'll have to use my methods," she said firmly. Her face serious.

"What's going on with this sudden behavior of yours?" She asked again when I didn't answer.

I tried to play it off. "What behavior?"
Natasha was not fooled by my act. "Don't play dumb with me," she said, her tone serious but caring, a hint of concern. "I know something's up. Out with it!"

I sighed, knowing they would eventually find out. Agreeing, we walked over to the boys, who were walking a few meters ahead of us. With a slight tremble in my voice, I tried to speak. “Something happened last night.”
Steve looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “It was a dream, actually... or a vision, maybe.”

"A vision?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.
Natasha looked interested. Peter, in his usual idiocy, tried to make a joke. Steve tried to warn him, but of course, that didn’t work.
"Did it involve any cute monsters or talking animals?" he joked. I closed my eyes and sight.

Steve took a few steps closer towards me and asked what the vision was about.  I took a deep breath and began to describe everything. I told them how it felt, how I could only remember certain details, and how it was both strange and intriguing. "And there was Wanda in the vision," I added.

They all stared at me as I finished explaining. Finally, Steve spoke up. "So you're saying that you saw a yellow stone? How did it look, exactly?" He asked.

I explained that the stone was small and seemed strangely powerful. "Wanda touching the stone in the dream made my vision in the dream, turn black and woke me up," I said.

As soon as I said it, Steve's expression turned serious, and he exchanged a concerned look with Natasha. "She touched it? It's like she dreamed about Wanda's memory," Steve said to her in amazement.

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. Steve then explained that Wanda's first interaction with the infinity stone had been exactly the same as I had described. My eyes widened in shock. A chill ran down my spine as I heard his words. Had I really been dreaming about Wanda's memory?

With a mix of confusion and disbelief, Steve asked another question. "So you saw magical blue energy, right? Was it magic?"

I nodded, my face pale as I tried to process the possibilities. There was something about this vision that felt important, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was all connected.

After a moment of silence, I had a realization. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, but it quickly faded. "Could it... could it be, that Wanda was the one sending me that vision?" I asked, my voice shaky with uncertainty.

Steve's words hung in the air as the magnitude of the situation sank in. "If that's true," he began, "then she might be in danger."

My heart skipped a beat as a shiver ran down my spine. I tried to stay strong, but the possibility of Wanda being in trouble was overwhelming. It was strange enough that she had vanished without a trace, and now this vision was adding an extra layer of worry.

Natasha attempted to console me, her hand gently rubbing my shoulder. "YN," she said softly, "it's going to be okay. We'll find her" she then letted me go. "Where was Wanda in that dream?" She asked.

I tried to collect myself and focus, closing my eyes as I tried to recall the details of the vision. Suddenly, the memories flooded back in my mind. I recognized the vision that was replaying in my head.

Overwhelmed by shock, I accidentally dropped the statue that Wanda had given me. The moment it made a sound as it reached the ground, I snapped back to reality. Tears streamed down my face as I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath.

The others noticed my distress and knew what had happened. Their concern was noticeable on their faces. Natasha quickly wrapped her arms around me in a comforting embrace. "It's okay,".

Her words didn't help. Things weren't okay. Not for Wanda, at least. I could feel it. I saw it. Returning the hug, I found myself feeling overwhelmed.
Steve now looked at me. "If Wanda's really in danger, then we must hurry."