Scarlet Takeover

It was the great Captain America that pulled the distraught, twenty-something away from her brother's lifeless body. The 'lifeboat' was filling up with more Sokovian refugees now, and as they fly back towards the Hellicarrier, Steve helped Wanda shuffle along to some empty seating.

"Just... leave me alone."

"Not while you'll hurt, Wanda." Steve answered, calling over medic

"I am fine!" The girl exclaimed as one of the medics began tending to a cut on her arm.

"It won't take Wanda, just sit tight." The Captain replied, in a patronising tone that didn't sit well with Wanda. Driving her hatred for the Avengers even deeper.

When Steve was satisfied that Wanda's superficial injuries were cleaned and temporarily stitched up, he finally left her be. Sliding herself off the gurney, the girl winced as standing put pressure on her cuts. Walking, albeit slowly, over to a row of empty sitting, Wanda laid across three of them and quickly drifted off.

She was running along side one of the Avengers. (The blond one with the bow and arrows.)

Tearing through robots as she went. Reaching the church with the other Avengers.

Sudden. Deep. Sadness.

Pain. Lost.

Her brother, Pietro, gone. Wanda reached into his mind, comforting him in his last moments.

And now she was alone.

Wanda woke with a start. Shaking. Sweating. Alone. Before Wanda had time to reflect on her nightmare, however, she was being pushed along with the crowd as the 'lifeboat' docked with the 'Carrier. Not immediately seeing any of the Avengers nearby her, Wanda decided she was free to do as wished about the ship.

For now at least.