Sorry about the long wait it took for this one. Internet crapped out on me so I couldn't get anything to upload for the last week.

Here is the final chapter for Nightmares and Dreamscapes.

Enjoy.

Wanda had never ridden in many elevators before joining the Avengers. There were rarely any she had an opportunity to be in during her childhood. The HYDRA base had some but not any for the likes of her.

Despite this Wanda hated the damn things.

It felt like hours ago that she had said goodbye to Bucky and, for the second last time, Pietro. The entire while all the woman could do was stand there in the metallic cage and wait. Her only company the loud whirl of the elevator rising in the shaft.

It was little consolation that wherever she was going was the place to finally end this nightmare once and for all. Whatever the 'nexus point' was this would take her there.

When the machine finally stopped Wanda was about ready to blow the doors open just to get out faster. When they finally opened, she was a little surprised to find herself at the start of a very familiar mountain path.

Wanda followed the path up the mountain much like before. Also just like the last time she was here there was something drawing her down the road, something calling to her.

The Smoke Man was right, she had been here before. But there was one place she had yet to be able to reach because something was always stopping her.

The cabin.

It wasn't long before Wanda found herself in front of said structure. All was exactly as it was the last several times she was here. Silhouettes moved around in the windows but she was unable to tell much beyond they were people. There was an overt sense of welcome and warmth radiating from the place.

Wanda stepped up to the door and was about to grip the knob when she stopped. That hadn't worked last time. She was just thrown somewhere else every time she tried to open the door. Time for a new tactic.

Instead of opening the door, the young Avenger brought her hand up and knocked on the wood.

There were muffled voices on the opposite side before the portal opened to reveal a smiling Aliza.

"You made it!" The little girl squealed as she snatched Wanda's hand and jerked her inside. The older woman was almost pulled clear off her feet in surprise.

"Aliza? What are you doing here?" Wanda asked curiously while the little girl all but dragged her down the hall.

Several hanging photographs caught Wanda's eye. The people in them were blurry but the one thing that wasn't was Aliza. The blonde girl was in several of them with fuzzy shapes of what Wanda assumed were the girl's parents.

"I live here silly." Aliza smiled over her shoulder. "Come on, mommy wants to see you."

Not knowing what else to do, Wanda followed the girl further into the house. Hopefully whoever the girl's mother would know something to direct her toward Steve. If Wanda got lucky she would find the super soldier sitting in a chair or something.

Wanda heard Aliza's mother before seeing her. The sound was a soft humming that sounded suspiciously like an old Sokovian nursery rhyme. Wanda recognized the song but it was altered. As if someone had heard it once before but didn't remember it clearly.

When Aliza and Wanda turned the corner they stepped into a kitchen. On the other side of the room's main table was a woman standing over a sink with her back to them. She wore a simple red dress similar to the one Aliza wore.

Something about her seemed awfully familiar to Wanda.

"Mommy look who finally made it!" Aliza rushed around the table to tug at her mother's sleeve.

When Aliza's mother turned around Wanda felt her body freeze. There was a reason why the woman was so familiar.

"Well well, you finally got here Wanda." Aliza's mother was a spitting image of Wanda herself. The only difference between the two was what they wore and a difference in voice. This Other Wanda's voice had a slightly less thick Sokovian accent than Wanda's. "Took you long enough."

Wanda was speechless. It was like looking in a mirror but the mirror could talk back. If she wasn't so sure she was still in the dream world she would be worried she finally went insane.

"Yes it must be weird I know." Other Wanda put the dish she had been drying away on a rack and moved closer to Wanda. "You have a lot of questions I'm sure."

"Who the hell are you?" Wanda practically vomited the words out before she could stop herself.

Other Wanda laughed softly. "I'm you, well not quite. Obviously I'm not real but you are."

"You're not mommy." Aliza piped up from where she was standing with her arms around Other Wanda's waist. There was no trace of bitterness in the little girl's voice, just a statement a fact.

Wanda had forgotten about the young girl until she spoke. "Uh... mommy?"

Other Wanda smiled down at Aliza and ran her fingers through the girl's hair. Whom soaked up the attention up like a sponge. "You didn't see it before Wanda? Look closely at her, what do you see?"

Wanda never did have a chance to get a close look at the little girl. Doing so now allowed Wanda to see a few things she hadn't seen before. The first being her darker eyes, they were the same ones Wanda saw each time she looked at her own reflection. Some of her facial features were the same too, such as her nose.

Then there was her name. Wanda had heard it before when Aliza first told her it but couldn't place it at the time. Something about hearing Aliza was her 'daughter' jogged Wanda's memory. A very long time ago, before the deaths of her parents, Wanda had a grandmother who died when she was young. Her name had been Aliza.

"If I... I mean you, are Aliza's mother... who's her father?" No one, as far as Wanda knew, had blonde hair in her family. Pietro's was dyed to look blonde, it was naturally identical color to hers.

"Everything you see here is a representation of maybe and what ifs Wanda." Other Wanda ignored her question about Aliza's parentage. "Myself, Aliza, this cabin, all of it. All three are partially born from your own mind. That's how I know everything you do. Everything, even what you refuse to admit to yourself."

There was something about the way Other Wanda said that last part that reminded Wanda of Bucky. He even had the same look on his face when he said something similar.

"If all of this is partially from me, who else is it from?

Other Wanda smiled. "Now you're finally understanding. Think about it, who else's mind is in play here?"

The only people who had a functional mind operating in this dream world had been Wanda herself, the Smoke Man, and Stev...

Wanda's mind came to a screeching halt.

"Now she sees my little dove." Other Wanda patted Aliza on the head while the girl nodded with a brilliant smile.

Wanda's gaze snapped to Aliza again for a second hard look. The blonde hair... the surprising strength... even some of the facial features.

"This place is a combination of your and Steve's deepest desires. So deep that even yourselves may not know you want it." Other Wanda explained. "Steve wants someone to care for and a safe place, you wanted a family of your own you that you could take care of. Not to mention something of a crush on the captain." Other Wanda smiled knowingly at Wanda.

"Wha... that's not... I mean..." Wanda stammered, a flush rising to her cheeks rapidly. Of course Wanda had never met anyone quite like Steve. A man without deception and with a heart like no other. Even if he hadn't been Captain America he would still be one of the greatest people she had ever met...

Oh god she had it bad...

"You can lie to everyone, even to yourself, but you cannot deceive me Wanda." Other Wanda never stopped smiling. "Just so happens I have some good news for you."

Wanda groaned under her breath, her blush growing even stronger. She was already embarrassed enough as it is.

"Your little crush is also not completely one-sided."

Wanda's breath caught in her throat. "What's that mean?"

"Do you really think I would be here if Steve didn't share some of these feelings?" Other Wanda's words did make sense. "So when you two get back, do yourself a favor and be honest with him. He doesn't have much experience with women."

"When we get back?" Wanda eyed Other Wanda curiously.

"Of course, Steve is standing right there. I suspected he already figured out what he's been living isn't real."

Wanda spun her head so fast she almost got whiplash.

There he was, after all the hell Wanda had gone through to get here Steve was right there in the doorway. If the look on his face was any hint he was just as perturbed by the two Wandas as she had been. How long had he been standing there?

Wanda was torn between rushing to give him a hug and actually saying something.

"Wanda?" Steve was the first one to speak.

"Time for you to go darling." Other Wanda was the one to respond. "The real Wanda is here to take you home."

Steve's eyes were moving back and forth between the two women. He looked every bit as nervous as Wanda.

Other Wanda let out an exasperated sigh. "That's it. You'll thank me for this later."

Before Wanda could do anything else, Other Wanda grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her toward Steve. The super soldier easily caught the smaller woman in his arms.

The instant the two Avengers made contact the room around them erupted in a flash of light.

The first thing Wanda felt when she opened her eyes was the rough material of Steve's uniform against her cheek.

She was mildly disoriented at first but quickly found she was back to sitting in the chair beside Steve's hospital bed. Her head was resting on the super soldier's arm.

"Wanda?" Sam's voice came from nearby but Wanda's head was still too dizzy to pinpoint where.

"How long was I out?" Wanda asked while she rubbed her throbbing temples. A nasty headache had already formed.

"Less than a minute." Sam answered.

"Exactly fifty-two seconds." Came Visions own answer from the doorway.

There was no way Wanda was only gone that long. It had to have been hours at the very least. Maybe even half a day, it certainly felt like it.

Anymore thoughts in that direction were stifled when everyone heard a groan from the bed.

"Steve!" Natasha shot forward from the other side of the hospital bed. "Can you hear me?"

"Not so loud Nat..." Steve grumbled as his eyelids slowly opened.

The room suddenly felt very stifling to Wanda. She was certainly happy to see Steve was awake again but she needed to get away from everyone. Her mind needed to process everything she learned.

Using the excuse she was tired from her little mental sojourn, Wanda fled the room before anyone could stop her.

Part of Wanda hoped Steve didn't remember anything that happened in the dream world. A different piece of her hoped the super soldier remembered every detail. Which outcome was better was a debate raging in Wanda's head like an out of control wildfire.

If Steve did remember... what was she supposed to do? She could picture Other Wanda telling her she needed to just confess to the man and get it over with.

Hours later, Wanda had made no traction in her thoughts. Ever since her return to the real world she had been holed up in her room with the door shut.

Nothing physical carried over from the mental journey. Her favorite coat was back, the cut on her cheek was gone. It all just felt weird.

A knock on her door interrupted Wanda's thoughts. "Come on in."

Of all people to have paid her a visit, she never would have dreamed it was Steve.

Wanda was rooted to the spot as Steve closed the door behind him. The super soldier stood in her room looking unsure of what he should do or say. If the way he was avoiding looking at Wanda herself was to be believed that answered one of Wanda's burning questions.

Steve definitely remembered everything.

"I wanted to say thank you." Steve began. "For coming for me." It was moderately relieving to Wanda to hear the same nervousness in his voice that Wanda was currently feeling.

"You're welcome." Wanda was only able to force out those two words. There was nothing else her brain could conjure up.

A thick silence fell over the room. Both Avengers taking great pains to avoid looking directly at the other for fear of what they would find.

"Everything I know about dating is over seventy years old..." Steve was the first to take the plunge. That was Steve for you, first into battle and last out. "I don't really understand the more modern ways."

Wanda marshaled all the courage she could find. "I've never had a boyfriend, never had a first kiss either." Once more Wanda's face was burning hot. The confession made her beyond embarrassed but it felt like the right time to say it.

When she had been growing up each day was about survival. The only time another person mattered in the slightest was when the other person was her brother Pietro. There was no time for things like boys, kisses, and dates.

By now the pair had been able to look at each other. Wanda found the blonde man was just as flushed as she was if not more.

"So I..." Wanda swallowed past the lump in her throat. "Wouldn't be opposed to seeing how dating was back in your day." As soon as the words past Wanda's lips she felt a two ton weight being lifted from her shoulders.

"In that case would you be interested in a date this coming Saturday?" Steve asked, a hint of trepidation still in his tone.

Wanda could not stop her lips from raising into a smile. "I would love to."

Hopefully this meets all your expectations. I'm really not feeling all that good about this one. This is also probably going to be one of my last stories for a while. I need a break from fanfiction.

Let me know what you all think.