ScarletWidow One Shots

Dreaming

Wanda's POV

Dreams.

I love dreaming. Dreaming to me is an interesting thing, because it differs depending on how you're feeling and what you're thinking about when you fall asleep. Your dreams can tell you things and every dream has a meaning behind it that you might not always understand.

When I was little, I used to purposefully fall asleep while thinking about certain things. I did this in the hopes that this thing would then show up in my dreams. I don't do that anymore, because I'm always thinking about the same thing, whether I want to or not. Every night, this thing shows up in my dreams. Sometimes, even my nightmares.

Natasha Romanoff.

That damn beautiful woman never leaves my mind. Even when I go to sleep thinking about something else, such as a mission, I always end up dreaming about her. There's no hidden meaning behind it. There's no extra information that I haven't caught onto, yet. It's simply because I love her.

The first night I dreamt about Miss Natasha Romanoff, it was one of the best dreams I'd ever had. Going from dreaming about random things going on in my life to dreaming about one person every single night was a big change for me.

Usually, dreams are obviously a little different to the true reality. However, Natasha never changes. She is exactly the same in my dreams as she is in real life. She's still the beautiful, sexy badass I had always known her to be. She was still the extremely intelligent, always knowing what to say, multi-skilled, hard-working woman I saw every day.

Because your dreams are usually things you want to see. They're things you might already know, but they're just slightly different because they're the perfect version of that thing.

I believe that the reason Nat doesn't change in my dreams is because she's already perfect. There's nothing about Natasha that isn't perfect. That girl doesn't own a single flaw except insecurity.

So when I wake up and see Natasha beside me, it's like my dream never really ended.

What more could I possibly want?

I fell asleep one night thinking about a mission that had been clouding my mind all day. Not even Natasha had been able to distract me from my thoughts that day. The mission was simple, but it had gone wrong. Civilian lives were lost and if it hadn't been for Natasha, the villain would've gotten away. The entire day Natasha had spent her time trying to comfort me and make me feel better.

But I felt like I wasn't good enough. Not only for the missions I was responsible for, but for Natasha too. I had unfairly been off with her and not really doing anything except staring at the wall, stuck in my thoughts. I felt like eventually, Natasha was going to get sick of me constantly holding her back by doing things wrong.

When I fell asleep with Natasha's fingers running through my hair and her arm wrapped tightly around my waist, I was thinking about how undeserving of her I truly was.

All of a sudden, I felt cold. My skin was covered in goosebumps and my fingers were shaking and blue. I was in a room to which I didn't really recognise, not that I could have, considering it was so dark. It was practically pitch black, except for a tiny source of light coming from the left corner of the room.

I knew it was a nightmare before it had even started and I was terrified. Nightmares were probably my least favourite things in the world. "Babe?" I heard a voice call out to me, and I immediately recognised the soft tone.