finding wanda: a tale of discovery and trust

"Fear and Determination"

After two full hours of walking, I could feel my feet grow sore like a swamp. The soles of my feet ached  painfully with every step I took, and I silently cursed the ground for its hardness.

However, my pain was kept at bay by mentally and physically motives.
Wanda was my emotional rock. Her soft, encouraging gaze and scared looks in my mind, kept me going forward, even when my tired body wanted to give up. Meanwhile, Peter's presence provided a much-needed distraction from our tough journey. Although he was being his usual annoying self, I found myself enjoying him for a turn.

As we finally sat down, I settled myself into a spot on the cool grass that kept falling, the path leading up the mountain. It felt as if I had run a marathon, yet we hadn't even reached the halfway point. I let out a sigh, and stretched my limbs.

Suddenly, Steve's voice echoed through the air, "Alright, let's go." There was a hint of seriousness in his tone that demanded attention. But my body refused to cooperate. My feet, aching from the journey, refused to move. Seeing this, Natasha walked over to me and gently pulled me up. She didn't say anything as she let go and walked away, leaving me no choice but to follow.

As we continued walking, I couldn't help but reflect on Natasha's actions. "She's such a mom," I said while looking at Peter. He chuckled in response. Nodding, he agreed.

As I continued to walk, the pain in my feet was almost unbearable. I could've sworn my blisters were having blisters. But I knew I couldn’t complain. Wanda was in danger, and Natasha was right; I couldn’t do this alone.

The top of the mountain was finally within sight. It was filled with lush green grass and a flat terrain of grass only. The darkness of the night added a weird, yet, cool, atmosphere to the surroundings.

The twinkling stars and nearly full moon illuminated the area, casting a soft light over everything.

"I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath and groaning in exhaustion.
Yelena, who was walking ahead, couldn't help but tease me as she quipped, "Is she always such a drama queen?" Natasha chuckled heartily in response, her gaze still fixed on me as I slumped on the ground.

Natasha bent down beside me and regarded me with a mixture of amusement and concern on her face. "Are you coming or not, darling?" she asked, her voice playful yet laced with affection. I nodded.

"Okay good," Natasha said, her laughter filling the air as she offered her hand to help me up. I took it and allowed her to pull me to my feet, my legs trembling slightly from exhaustion. As I stood up, Natasha squeezed my hand gently, a warm smile on her face.

This wasn't the Natasha I knew. I didn't complain, though, I liked her better.

As we continued our journey, I found myself surrounded by a large field of grass. The tall blades of grass, each standing like sentinels in the field, seemed to whisper secrets of the world around us.

I was beginning to form a question in my mind, unsure of where we should be headed, when Natasha's voice, firm and commanding, suddenly broke the silence.

"Shhhht!," she hissed. Immediately, we all dropped to our knees, our bodies instinctively seeking cover. In the distance, the metallic sounds of footsteps echoed through the air. Looking where the noise was coming from, my eyes landed on an old building. It was tiny, yet it had something scary.

As we approached the abandoned cabin, my eyes widened, recognizing the exact scene from my vision. The worn-down exterior, composed of brown and black wooden planks, confirmed that we were on the right track.

Approaching with caution, we saw a faint light coming from within the cabin. Though the building was small, barely large enough to be twenty steps across, it was clear that someone was being held captive inside.

As I heard Wanda's voice once more, a wave of anticipation soared through my body. "You can still stop this, Aurora," her voice echoed.

A sudden burst of excitement overcame me, and I blurted out, "Wanda!"
My thoughts raced to her, and I took a firm step forward, determined to reach her and confront Aurora for her actions. But Natasha quickly held onto my wrist, trying to restrain me.
I understood her intentions, but the overwhelming emotions began to grow. We had come so far, and I wanted this to be over.

Wanda was somewhere inside that small cabin, trapped and probably in fear. The realization filled me with an overwhelming sense of urgency and determination. I longed for her presence, feeling a weird desperation to protect her.
She had always been the one to show me kindness, to care about my well-being. The thought of her being taken away from me stirred a deep ache within my chest, but I knew that I had to remain silence.

Despite my efforts to remain focused on the cabin, I noticed Peter unconsciously taking a few steps back. Unfortunately, in his attempt to do so, he stumbled and nearly fell. However, just as he was about to lose his balance, he managed to stop himself and regain his footing. But in the process, he had tripped over something low and nearly level with the ground.

Suddenly, a loud clamor echoed through the woods. The sound of metallic blades clattering against each other, causing a shiver to run down our spines. Aurora had set an alarm for unwelcome visitors, and in a heartbeat, we knew we were no longer safe.
Fear surged through my body, leaving me shaking uncontrollably.

Peter, the closest behind me, gently lifted me from my crouching position and guided me to my feet, concern etched across his face. He wrapped his hand firmly around mine, offering reassurance and a means of support. Without hesitation, we all turned and sprinted away from the cabin.

As we kept running, hoping to be out of sight in time, we suddenly froze in our tracks when the door to the cabin swung open forcefully. Crashing against the wall with a resounding thud. The unexpected sound had my heart racing. At that moment, I held my breath, standing stock-still as adrenaline coursed through my veins. My heart bounced loudly in my chest, echoing throughout my body, and I could feel myself trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, I mustered the courage to turn around and face the blonde-haired woman.
Her face was twisted in anger. I saw her eyes; a fierce combination of cold blue. Filled with hatred.
My breath caught in my throat as my body trembled with a mixture of fear and nerves.
This was it, the moment we had tried so desperately to avoid. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a few shallow, shaky breaths in an attempt to calm myself, but my heart continued to race like a wild beast inside my chest.

Waiting for something bad to happen, aurora slowly made her way over towards me