InsaneJournal

Wanda had a hard time sleeping at night. It was always dark and it took a toll on her. She had nightmares, of Ultron and his plans for the world. Of her brother holding her hand and kissing her forehead. Of Vision, how he was born so recently and yet knew so much. But he still wanted to hold her back. With the war between Steve's team and Tony's, she dreamed of the bomb that kept her pinned down all those years ago.

She went to the observation deck, hoping the stars had some answers. She sat on the floor with her legs crossed, staring out into the abyss. It somehow made her even more sad. Wanda was sick of being sad. She told herself right then, "Stop this." But she had to figure out how to stop it.

As the night went on and she thought and thought, she moved into a reclining position. From there, she drifted off to sleep, the stars doing their job.