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Prompt: Can you do one where Wanda has a nightmare about Pietro dying and he comforts her?
He had always been fast, able to run away from anything and everything. He could literally just sprint away from his troubles. Even before the powers, he was better than average at running. His silvery-blonde hair flew in the wind from the fast speed he was going.
This time, he wasn’t fast enough.
It was like Wanda could see everything happening, despite her being in a whole other place. It must’ve been the twin connection they had, that they’ve always had. They were battling Ultron, and everything was looking good. They got everyone off the rising city and onto ships to save them, except for one little boy. Clint was handling it, until more of the stupid robots came, and was willing to sacrifice his life to save another’s. He didn’t have to, though.
Pietro, stupid Pietro, blocked Clint and the boy from getting shot by pushing a car in front of them. He didn’t care what happened to him, or even Wanda, as he collapsed to the ground, bullet wounds scattered and covering almost his entire body.
Wanda screamed in horror, heartbreak, and everything else that was pulsing through her body that hurt like hell. It felt like her body was being ripped apart, like her own heart was bursting in her chest. Seeing his dead body was agony, tears streaming down her face. How weird it is to be born together and die apart. Without him, she doesn’t know what to do, maybe not even live without him-
Wanda was woken up by hands shaking her shoulders and her name being said over and over. “Wanda, wake up!”
Wanda grasped Pietro’s wrists, squeezing the life out of them, to make sure he’s alive. He lets out a breath of relief, and she’s just glad that he is breathing at all. She checks him to make sure he doesn’t have any wounds before full-on sobbing in his arms, lying her head on his chest.
Pietro just hushed her, stroking her hair as she cried. Just whispering, “Sh, I’ve got you.” He kissed the top of her head multiple times, trying to calm her down. He was the only thing anchoring her from scratching her eyeballs out of their sockets to get the image of Pietro dying out of her head.
Finally, after Wanda lungs hurt from bawling for so long and the tears dried on her cheeks, she spoke up. “You were dead, Pietro,”
“It was just a nightmare, Wanda, you’re fine, I’m fine, we’re fine. I’ll always make sure you’re fine. It’s my job, remember?” His thumb caressed the back of her neck.
She rests a hand on his jaw, feeling the stubble of his chin. Looking into his ice blue eyes, she never wanted to see them glazed over and lifeless. “You’re not allowed to leave me, ever.”
Pietro presses his lips to hers, and Wanda is consumed by the love that he is spreading into her, moving in sync with each other. He breaks the kiss and his lips touch her ear, his breath lingering. “Never.”