A/N: IT'S FINISHED! I hope y'all are ready to read the longest story I have ever written. It's like 14.6k words, so be prepared. I'm gonna start working on suggestions. Don't hate me for this one. This is an AU of where Wanda and Natasha meet in the psych ward (some of this is based off my personal experience). Enjoy!
TW: Depression, anxiety, anorexia, OCD, PTSD, self-harm, suicidal ideation, bipolar disorder, and maybe some other stuff that I can't remember.
'Bye, bye Miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die'
"How are you doing back there, kid?" Steve asked over the music.
Wanda's attention turned back to her caregiver for just a second before looking back out the glass window that had rain droplets slowly rolling down. She shrugged her shoulders as an answer, releasing a sigh out of Steve.
"Look, Wanda, you know it's for the best. I found the best place I could for you to get help."
"I don't need help, Steve," she snarled before removing her stern gaze. "Sorry."
"It's ok. Everything will be fine. I promise," he said with a small smile.
"I hope so," Wanda murmured.
'Them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die..."
*
"Wanda, hey. Wake up. We're here."
Wanda's eyes slowly flickered open at the sound of Steve's gentle voice and touch on her shoulder. She let out an incoherent sound, making him chuckle. She got out of the car while Steve lifted the trunk and began taking out the heaps of Wanda's luggage that would last her for however many weeks she would be trapped. When she began physically shaking, she couldn't tell if she was cold or the glimpse, she caught of the hospital building that screamed confinement.
"Hey, come on," Steve urged, holding out his hand.
Wanda put her significantly small, bony, freezing hand in his, holding on tight as they began walking towards the hospital. It only took a few steps for her to run out of breath and start deeply panting.
"You ok, kid? Do we need to take a break?" Steve worriedly asked. Wanda shook her head, not having the ability to speak actual words. "Alright. Let's take it nice and slow."
Eventually, they made it to the entrance and walked through the automatic, sliding doors, making our way to the front desk. The lady across the counter was old and seemed tired of her job- everything you expect of them. Steve and Wanda awkwardly stood at the counter, waiting for the lady to finish her call.
"Excuse me," Steve called out, getting nothing in response. "Excuse me, ma'am?"
She seemed annoyed as she looked up from the phone before telling the receiver to call back.
"May I help you?" she said in a monotone voice.
"Um, yes. My da- she has an appointment to be admitted today."
