There was a feeling of helplessness. It was all just a dream. Those children were not real. And neither was the man. Yet seeing the other simply flick them away like this.. it hurt. Arguably even worse was the fact, that this Wanda was denying any relation to them. +

A moment of silence, as the other appeared. Perhaps it was a moment of shock, but finding the courage to speak was difficult. Hands clenching to fists for mere seconds. Twitching. And though she took a cautious step back, there did not seem to be immediate danger coming from +

One might assume that Wands got used to these nightmares. Reliving all this pain, almost every night. But the exact opposite was the case. Seeing all her loved ones go, experiencing all that grief yet again. She felt like crying, hiding away from all the pain. +

The young dream Stephen was filled with fear and confusion as the floor began to be flooded with red smoke and hearing that voice. Hearing his family scream,he rushed towards the screams ignoring the song,calling out for his family. ‘Mom,Dad,Donna!’

Deep inside the old avengers compound,Natasha rested,her dreams? Of the simple days before being the last one left. Laughter with Barton,banter with Rogers,annoyance with stark,compassion for bruce. And genuine empathy for Wanda.