In Darkness, Be My Light

Wakanda

Warning: Mentions of past abuse and rape.

"Please, no!" she whimpered before a shock prevented her from making any noise except for a high-pitched scream. The pain was unlike anything she felt before. The electricity cruelly pulsed through her pale, soft skin, giving it a crimson red look, spread around the visible parts of her neck which would surely transform into charcoal-colored post-burns sooner or later.

She saw the guard's mouth quirk up when he saw her eyes filled with terror while his were filled with excitement.

Wanda bolted up from her sleep with a gasp, panting and sweating. She woke up dizzy and frightened. She shakily put her hands around her neck and her breathing calmed when she didn't find a shock collar.

"Hey, shhh, I'm right here," came Natasha's sweet voice. Attention was brought to Wanda when they saw Natasha quickly went over to her. A concerned, uneasy aura filled the atmosphere of the Quinjet.

Wanda watched in a haze as Natasha sat down next to her. She gently pulled Wanda into her side and put her hand to the side of her face, shielding her, almost protectively as if she didn't want more attention to be brought to the situation.

Vision watched from afar, carefully, to analyze what was happening.

"Did you have another nightmare?" she whispered to Wanda.

She nodded her head into Natasha's shoulder. She tried her best not to sob and felt tears that threatened to trickle from the pressure of being around so many people in a small aircraft.

"Don't worry, honey. We're almost to our destination. It's almost three in the morning. Once we get there, I'll make sure you get right to a comfortable bed for you to sleep in. Does that sound okay?" she asked sweetly.

Wanda nodded again. A comfortable bed sounds nice right about now, and being in a safe place would be soothing. She yawned, letting her tiredness take over the dissipating adrenaline rush.

Natasha smiled. "I'll stay by your side until we're there. Try to sleep if you can."

Wanda nodded sleepily and snuggled into Natasha's side, curling up.

Vision softened at the sight, despite being slightly jealous at the scene of Wanda being comforted by someone else other than him, but he understood why. He was saddened that she wouldn't be her normal self for a while longer, but he would try his best to protect her from further harm. It's the least he could do for her.

His feelings for her have grown in the past few days. He didn't realize how much he cared and, perhaps, loved her until he saw her for the first time about to be raped. He felt his heart completely shatter at the sight. He explored those feelings afterward and came to the conclusion that yes, this was most definitely love.

He felt his heart swell with warmth when she started to fall asleep again. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep. Rest well, love. Sweet dreams.

In a few more minutes, they arrived. King T'Challa was nice enough to wake up at this hour to greet them.

"We're here," Steve said quietly as to not wake up Wanda. He started to land the jet.

Scott groaned sleepily. He sat with his arm on a box and knuckles holding up his head. His eyes were closed. Clint stared at him. "Really dude?"

He opened his tired eyes and looked at him. "I'm tired, 'kay?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "Whatever, cheese stick."

"Since when did you decide to start calling me that?" Scott slightly raised his voice and his tone was accusatory.