So, jruecker22, this isn't fluff... but it was already written, and I wanted to publish something. I am working on that fluff, though.

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Wanda grinned as her brother walked up to her. "Hey, Pietro!"

He laughed and hugged her. "Hey, Sestra!" Suddenly the scenery shifted from a lush green park to a dimly lit hallway Wanda remembered all to well. They were at the Raft.

Panic rose in her chest. "Pietro, we should-"

*Possible triggers for abuse. This mostly goes over her guilt about Pietro's death and PTSD from the Raft prison*

Out of nowhere, Pietro released the hug and threw her backwards into a cell. She felt the strong hands of two guards grab her arms and roughly push her to the floor. She was forced into a straightjacket. She looked up to her brother in shock. To her horror, General Thaddeus Ross stood beside him. They were both smirking.

"Pietro?" Wanda asked. Her voice was brittle. She had never felt so betrayed. "Why?"

"You think I would help you after what you did to me?" Pietro snarled.

"I-I didn't do any-anything to-to you!" Wanda stuttered.

"You're a liar, Wanda. A dirty liar. You LET me die. It was your fault. I wanted to stay with you, but you made leave. You killed me."

"No! No, I-I didn't! Really, Pietro, I swear I didn't-" Her voice was cut off, replaced with as gasp as the guards clamped a shock collar around her neck.

Pietro knelt down beside her. He cupped her chin in his palm. "You killed me. Just like you killed those people in Lagos. Just like you killed that android. What was his name? Vision?" He smirk was sadistic.

Wanda whimpered and tried to scoot back, away from him. But the collar sent a shock through her body when she did. She screamed, only earning more pain.

"You're a monster, Wanda. And I hate you." He looked at Ross. "Do whatever you want with her. I don't care."

A blind, whitening panic surged through the young woman as Ross cruelly smiled at her.

*End of possible trigger*

The next thing she knew, she was jolting upright in bed. She was shaking, and covered in sweat. Her throat was sore, she'd probably been screaming on her sleep.

She looked at her alarm clock, groaning when she saw the time. 3am. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to. Not with the lingering panic and guilt from her nightmare. She just kept seeing her brother's body and Vision's death. Er, well, DEATHS.

*TW: MENTIONS of self-harm, but it's not depicted*

She bit her nail, a nasty habit that she'd always had. It had gotten on Natasha's nerves, and she'd tried to make Wanda stop, to no avail. The nail biting was a much healthier alternative to Wanda's other bad habit, self-harm. Hey, if biting her nails kept her from scratching her skin raw, then wasn't it worth it? She really felt the nagging urge to at least scratch, but she resisted.

*TW ended*

Finally, she decided that she needed a distraction. She pulled out her cell phone, hitting someone at the top of her favorite contacts list. Clint Barton. Wanda was the Avenger with the most regular contact with the man, probably because he was like her father figure.

"Hey, kiddo," He answered.

Wanda smiled, getting out of bed. "Hey, Clint! What are you doing?" She asked, pacing around the room.

"Eating Chinese takeout."

"Yum."

"Shouldn't you be asleep? Isn't it like midnight over there?"

"Yeah, 3am. But I had a nightmare, and I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep."

"Ok, then. But you need to sleep."

"I know." She but her nail again. A sudden thought struck her. "Am I bothering you? Cuz I can-"

"Oh, no, Wanda. You're fine. What was the nightmare about?"

"Pietro again. And... and Vizh."

Clint sighed. "Look, kid. I know it's hard to get over. But it's bad for you if you don't."

"Hypocrite."

"I might be a hypocrite, but I'm telling you the truth, alright?"

Wanda sighed. "Alright."

"You need to sleep."

"I can't!" Wands had always been terrible at sleeping by herself, and the last few years somehow hadn't done anything to change that. She had always had to share a bed with Pietro, then she didn't and slept terribly. A few years later, it had been Vision, briefly. And now she was back to sleeping terribly. She had a teddy bear the late Lila Barton had given her for her twentieth birthday, and often snuggled with it. Not that she'd tell anyone that.

"How about I stay on the line and talk until you fall asleep?"

"Ok." She walked back to her bed, snuggling down under the covers.

Clint's familiar, comforting voice lulled her to sleep within minutes. He waited a couple more minutes to make sure she was actually asleep before hanging up.