"Wanda?" Clint entered the room expecting her to just be asleep or something but he never found her there. At first he thought that she might just be in the shower but the thought soon left his mind when he couldn't hear the running water. That's when he began to grow worried. She wouldn't just leave without saying anything, right? Even though she was allowed to do what she pleased, for the most part, he knew that she wasn't in the right mindset at the moment. He left her room in search of Nat, hoping that his friend had heard or seen her. Even though it was early he knew that she never minded him coming in as he pleased.
Once he opened the door a huge wave of relief washed over him. Wanda was sleeping peacefully, for the most part, in Nat's bed. "Hey."
He turned to the closet which she walked out of. "Hey. I was gonna ask if you've seen Wanda but i think that the question has just been answered." She smirked at him before putting her hair up in a ponytail.
"Did you eat? Because i'm starving."
"Not yet." His eyes fell on the girl in the bed as she rustled. Nat motioned for them to talk outside as Wanda settled. He nodded his head and left out the door he came in. "What're you in the mood for? Bacon? Eggs?" She chuckled lightly, closing the door behind her.
"They both sound tempting." The two walked down the hallway, into the kitchen. "Get them started, i forgot something." He smirked at her before going to the fridge. The redhead made her way back to her room, opening the door quietly, trying not to wake the witch. Unfortunately, it seemed like she had to. Wanda was thrashing in her sleep, mumbling something in Sokovia. "Wanda?"
"Přestaň...Ať jde..." (stop it. let him go.)
"Wanda." Nat shook her lightly but was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Don't wake her." Her eyes never left Wanda's body as Clint walked in. "Waking her makes it worse. We have to wait it out." Though Nat hated it, he was right. You never wake someone from a PTSD nightmare unless you want them to have an even worse episode. This was the part they both hated, watching to see if the one they cared about would come out of there terrible nightmare. Their worry only increased when she started to speak louder. It took a while but eventually she jolted awake, breathing heavily. "Hey, we're here." She closed her eyes, trying to become aware of her surroundings, letting her hands gently grip the bedsheets, feeling it's soft texture.
She exhaled deeply. "I'm okay. I just...need a minute." The witch ran her hand through her hair.
"We're tempted to give you one," Nat joked, making her chuckle a little. This brought a light laugh out of the two assassins but it faded as Wanda's demeanor changed.
"I'm gonna take a shower." She got out of bed and left for her room to grab her towel as well as a change of clothes before heading for the bathroom right across. Once the water warmed up enough she got in. At first she wanted to just stand in the shower and let the water hit her but opted for sitting on the floor of it. Her eyes drifted to the same crack on the floor, reminiscing on how it was always there. Her thoughts began to weigh her down, crushing her as she remembered his words.
I'm fine...I just need to take a minute...
I'm very tempted not to give you one...
The words replayed in her mind over and over and over again. It all felt too familiar. She hated that. The fact that she sounded just like him made her stomach turn. Even though they are twins, well were twins, it still made her sick of the fact they were so alike yet so different at the same time. Her shower lasted longer than she had initially planned and ended up getting out in 30 minutes instead of 15. The steam hit her body as she got out to wrap her towel around herself. There wasn't much she needed for her to figure out that today was going to be a long day.
When she finally left the bathroom, her door was cracked open. A small grin appeared at her lips as she felt the mind inside. Wanda opened the door the rest of the way to find Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes found hers and as they did a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Hey, i just wanted to check on you, but i can go-"
"No, stay." She threw her towel on her desk chair before going to sit on the floor on the window side of her bed. He debated on staying where he was but then realized that he was here for a reason, which was to help her, so he got up and went to sit next to her. They were silent for a long time before Wanda's eyes fell on the picture on her nightstand. She starred at it for a while, letting the memories flood back. Tears began to sting her eyes. "All the memories come back..." He followed her gaze as she spoke. "...but he never does..."
His eyes went to hers but hers never left the picture. Nothing had to be said in the moment. She didn't say it to get a response, she said so that she could let it out instead of just lying within her. He focused his gaze out the window as he felt her head rest on his shoulder.
Nat passed by Wanda's room to ask if she wanted anything to eat but stopped when she saw her and the soldier together. This brought a smile to her face, knowing that she was letting people in. She walked back into the kitchen and sat back down next to Clint. "I think she's getting better."
He took a sip of his coffee. "What makes you so sure."
"Last night," she took a bite of her bacon, "she came to my room asking for help. She knew she wasn't okay and asked for help. That's a breakthrough to me."
"It's a start." They went silent and went back to eating their food. Not even five minutes in he speaks up. "You know that there's only so much we can do for her, right? She can talk to us and come out of her room but deep down she'll always have something pulling her under. What she needs is something beyond our expertise."
