Ordinary// winterwitch

Chapter 17

For the next two days Wanda stayed in bed. It wasn't by choice. Bucky needed her to rest. Ever since what happened that night they came home he knew that once she got out of bed, she wouldn't be back. She had told him about her nightmares right down to the last detail. Every time she closed her eyes she could see their bodies. She wanted to make it stop but couldn't. No matter how hard she tried it would still haunt her.

One night she couldn't take it anymore. She needed it to stop. Her nightmare felt too real.

Hello?

Wanda was in a dark room. It was empty for the most part except for a candle on a table. She walked to it and examined it. Suddenly there was a loud boom from the other end of the room.

Who's there?!

There was another bang.

Show yourself!

The room suddenly lit up and what stood in front of her made her body tremble in fear. The twins were on the floor blood flowing from their bodies and Costel stood in front of them, a gun pointed at his head. There were tears streaming down his cheeks.

Wanda?

She stepped forward but when she did, the trigger was pulled and a bullet shot through his head. Now there he laid next to the twins; dead.

Costel!

She ran and kneeled next to him, cradling his corpse.

No, no, no, no!!

Suddenly Bucky appeared in front of her a gun in his hand. His eyes were dark and empty. He lifted the gun and pointed it to his own head. Before she could even react, he pulled the trigger sending the bullet through his skull. At this point she couldn't even comprehend what happened. The love of her life was now dead. Everyone she loved was gone. For the first time in forever; she was alone. She then began to sob.

I'm done! Alright! I! Have! Nothing! No one! Everyone is gone!

She held herself tightly.

They're all...gone.

Wanda jolted upright breathing heavily and covered in sweat. She then brought her knees up to her chest and began to sob uncontrollably. Bucky woke up to her cries. He sat up and put his arm around her to try and calm her.

"Hey you're okay-"

"No, no, no, no! Stop, please! Please don't make me! You can't!" She pleaded for dear life.

He looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes. What she saw tonight drove her over the edge. At this moment he knew that she had had enough. "Okay. I won't make you, not anymore," he whispered softly. He pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly as she cried. He did it again. He was being selfish again. And this time it hurt the person he loved most.

After a while Wanda settled down. She pushed away from him and got up. He watched as she got her towel and headed for the bathroom. Now he was the only one in the room. Bucky went to sit at the side of the bed and hung his head.

There had to be something he could do to help her or at least make her feel better. That's when his head snapped up with an idea. He got up and changed before going into the bathroom and leaving Wanda a pair of her clothes. He then left her a note and went downstairs to the garage. About ten minutes later Wanda entered the garage. He took her hands and began to wrap them in bandages.

"What are you doing?" she asked once he was done. Instead of answering he walked her to the punching bag, stood her in front of it, and then stood behind it.