A/N: Y'all are so fucking nice. I appreciate you guys so much :)
TW: talk about not eating, low self-esteem, self-inflicted punching, and panic attacks
Wanda was not well.
She had been living with the Avengers for weeks, and she felt guilty for taking up space when she didn't even want to be alive. Losing Pietro, the only person she had left, was slowly killing her, and she let it. If she could just let go a little sooner, she would be with who she loved.
*
For the first two weeks of her staying in the tower, she didn't leave the room until it was midnight. She would peek the door open to make sure everyone's lights were off, and then made her way to the kitchen, grabbing either a piece of fruit or crackers and a bottle of water that would last her the next twenty-four hours.
She slept very little, always being plagued by nightmares. Sometimes about her brother, others about Hydra or Ultron. Her first few days were spent sobbing in her pillow or in the shower until she couldn't move. Eventually, everything became numb. She was too tired to cry or eat. She only got up to use the bathroom. When she looked into the mirror for the first time in days, she noticed how broken she looked. She took a handful of water from the sink to cleanse her dehydration.
Wanda believed that the rest of the Avengers didn't care about her. They had a right not to. They made their worst fears come alive- especially Natasha. Sometimes, her night terrors involved the visions she saw in the older woman's mind. It would wake her up in a sweat before she erupted into tears. Not only for her sake, but for the pain she caused Natasha to relive.
*
After suffering the worst of a panic attack, Wanda massaged her aching temples. It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Wanda jumped, wisps of red magic emerging from her fingers. She took a couple of more deep breaths, controlling her magic. She then got up, carefully taking small steps towards her door.
When she reached the entrance to her room, she opened the door but was met with nothing. She looked around and saw nobody. She felt herself tear up, thinking that one of the Avengers was playing a trick on her- making her think that somebody cared enough to check up on her. Her attention, however, was caught by a flash of white on the floor.
She kneeled down, finding a plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables with a glass of water. Wanda noticed that there was a note next to the plate and picked it up to read it.
'Here's some food. Please eat. (P.S. I forgive you) - Nat'
Wanda picked up the food and the note before retreating back to her room. She started
crying about the kindness of it all, not knowing why the redhead would want to take care of her after what she did, let alone forgive her. She sat on her bed with the plate of food and began eating. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she devoured the meal and downed the water within minutes. Whoever made it knew how to cook, and she had a feeling she knew just who did it.
*
The meals didn't stop there.
Each evening, there was a new meal at her door with little notes to go along with it. They were short and sweet, filled with affirmations and jokes that made her giggle. Wanda suddenly began thinking that it was going to be fine.
Her hope was short lived when one night, she woke from a horrifying nightmare.
'Wanda thrashed around in her bed. Her mind was filled with red; red blood, red magic, and a certain redhead.
