Work Text:
[“We can always get stronger with our efforts, if they are not enough. I can give you a few nights uninterrupted sleep, see if that puts you on a level enough ground to heal on your own. If not, we can soften the memory. If the nightmares still will not leave after, I can remove just the.” She paused, swallowing thickly. “The moment Clint died.”
A thought occurred to him.
“Wanda. Are you going to see what I saw?”
“Yes. It will not be avoidable.” Her gaze met his, unwavering. “I am willing to do this for you. I pretend not that it will be pleasant. But your need is great, and I want to help, in memory of Clint.”]
Image of Wanda as she uses her magic to keep Bucky’s nightmares at bay.
Close up of Wanda’s eyes, where a shadow of the dream she is witnessing can be seen.