NATASHA WAS CONFUSED as to why Y/n was moving further away from Wanda each time. The first few times she noticed how Y/n was spending more time in the shop with her and Iryna and less time taking care of Wanda.

It didn't make sense to her. Wanda had to stay home resting due to the migraines that she was having, which later would make her pass out. Nobody understood either why she was so sick. Steve had called the doctor, but even he wasn't able to determine what was causing it.

She seemed completely healthy. Nobody knew why she was having them or why they were so terrible. But whatever Wanda was suffering from, Y/n was not there for her. And it made Natasha wonder about it. Steve had told her his younger sister wouldn't even ask for her at dinner. It was like she didn't exist to Y/n.

"Natasha!" She turned around to look at her husband who happily entered the shop with Steve. "Could you make some dinner for us, dear?" She nodded and let the fabric in its place. "Would you like some wine to accompany it?" She asked. "That would be lovely" Steve smiled at her.

She softly smiled back and made her way into the kitchen. She started to prepare dinner as she moved around the kitchen. "Where's my mother!?" She heard Pietro. "At the Roger's" She answered. Moments later she felt hands moving around her waist until they connected in front of her stomach and kisses on her neck. "What are you doing!?" She asked with a soft scream. "He could come any moment!".

"Relax. He's taking a shower" He whispered against her ear to softly bite it. "I missed you". "I've missed you too" she smiled as she turned around in his arms. She held his face in her hands and softly kissed his lips. "You've been too busy". "I know" He sighed. "But Wanda...". "Is she feeling better?".

Steve kissed her forehead and moved away towards the fridge. "Vaguely. She feels better in the morning and the pain starts in the afternoon" Natasha sighed. "I'll have to visit soon". "You should" Steve nodded. "She misses you". "I miss her too. What about Y/n?. Is she visiting her?".

"She did. They would be in the room for hours but my mother forbade it since every time Y/n left the migraines would get worse". "Weird" She turned around to continue the dinner. "Could you pass me the tomatoes?" Steve did what he was told and relay on the counter.

As she started to cut them and put them into the pot. "Why? I don't think Y/n is doing something to make her feel worse". "I don't know". Natasha finished dinner and served it on the table as Steve took the wine and helped her. Pietro walked in a few minutes after and they all sat down to eat and talk.

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WANDA GROWLED AS she pushed herself out of bed and weakly walked towards the bathroom of the room. She wet the cloth before passing it through her forehead very carefully, as she felt her head beating. She moved it towards her neck and as she left it down she tried to braid her hair to avoid the heat she felt in that zone.

But her headache was too much to even touch her head without feeling a sharp and big wave of pain moving throughout her. "You should be in bed" She slowly turned around to find Pietro standing at the bathroom door. "It's warm. I don't want it" Weak as she felt, she wasn't able to soft her accent allowing the pure sokovian to slip through her lips.

Pietro sighed and walked towards her. He took her hand and walked her toward the bed. As Wanda sat down he took a bowl with water and the cloth she was previously using. He kneeled in front of her and started to clean the new layer of sweat from her face.

Wanda stared at him as he cleaned her. Once he finished he sat on the bed behind her and as gently as he could he braided her hair. Wanda sighed when her brother pulled her hair accidentally which would send her more pain than she was already in. But once he finished she relayed on his chest and close her eyes as he surrounded her with his arms.

"You'll be okay" He whispered against her head. "I don't think so. These migraines are killing me". He kissed her head and helped her lay in bed. She groaned as the simple touch of her head against the pillow was enough. "Have you taken anything?". "Nothing works". "When did they start to happen?" He asked softly rubbing his hand on her arm.

"I don't know" They stayed in the same position for minutes until they became hours. Pietro sat in silence just being with her knowing that it was enough. As it usually did the pain started to pass, eventually letting her sit down and have a proper talk with her brother.

"I'm seeing things". She said. He looked surprised at her words but quickly recovered. "Okay...". "I don't know if I'm going crazy or not, but I'm getting this... Images that don't make sense to me". "What are they about?" He asked. "Y/n... And you. Y/n, you and me". "Y/n, you and me?" He asked confused as she nodded.

"Why?". "I don't know" He sighed and moved the falling hair from her braids out of her face. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her cheeks with his thumb. He softly pulled her towards him and hugged her. "Am I going to die?" She asked with a shaking voice. Pietro shook his head. "No".

"You don't know that". "I know enough. You're not dying". "Then why do I- Aggg" She held her head as the pain interrupted her. The same memory of Y/n smoking with Pietro burned into her mind. As she concentrated only on the memory, Pietro looked at her confused. Why were her eyes red?.

But as more as he stared at them, the faster he got pulled into the memory his sister was forced to watch. Once the memory was over Pietro moved away from Wanda and looked at her with confusion and fear but Wanda could only hold her head. "What was that?" He asked. Wanda gently moved her hands away from her head and looked at her brother.

She felt hurt at the gaze her brother was giving her. "Pietro, I'm not... I'm not weird" She whispered. She moved her hand towards her brother's but Pietro moved it away. She looked at him hurt as he moved away. "Pietro...".

"What was that?" He asked again. "What I told you about" She held her hand out towards him waiting for him to take it. Slowly and without thinking, he moved his hand towards her and took her hand. Because he couldn't face hurting his sister.

She interlocked their fingers and gently pulled him towards her until he was sitting in the bed once more. "It's what I was telling you about. I don't know why I'm having them" She whispered pressing her free hand on top of the one holding Pietro's.

"Are these what are causing you the migraines?" He asked worriedly. She thought about it for a few seconds before answering. "I think so". Pietro rubbed her cheek softly. "Something weird is happening here, Pietro". "What? Everything is alright". Wanda shook her head. "No, it's not". "Wanda, you are seeing hallucinations".

"No!. Those are not hallucinations. I know they're weird" She cried. "I know that the settings and the clothes and the lack of clothes it's different and not what we're used to. But they don't feel weird. They don't feel like a lie". "How do they feel?". "Right. Like a memory, I have lost forgotten".

She sighed. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. And I know for sure that something is wrong with this place". "What do we do then?" He asked. Wanda looked him directly in the eyes. "I don't know". "Should we tell someone? Natasha perhaps?" Wanda shook her head. "We can't tell anyone. We can't trust them. Only us".