Hey everyone! Here's my second attempt at WinterWitch because I'm obsessed and this story kept poking at me. I hope you enjoy it!

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"Have you forgotten me already, Sister?" Pietro asked.

"No!" Wanda answered. "Never."

"And yet I still fade away," he told her. And it was true. Pietro's image faded at the edges like a quickly fading dream.

"No one will remember me. Just like no one will remember you, Wanda."

Pietro's face cracked and blood stained his face as they fell in tears.

"Pietro!" Wanda screamed, reaching out for her brother. Her hand stilled as she saw the blood covering them.

"Wanda? What have you done?" Pietro asked as his body crumbled to the floor.

"No, no, no. Pietro, please! Don't go!" Wanda cried, falling to her knees.

The earth beneath her gave way and Wanda fell.

And fell.

Corpses reached out for her as she fell, pulling at every inch of her they could touch.

"We remember you, Wanda. We'll always remember you," dead voices chanted around her.

"No! Stop, please!" Wanda screamed, closing her eyes.

"Stop!"

Wanda rose with a sob. Tears streamed down her face and her hair clung to them as she shook her head wildly. Wanda could feel her heart hammering away within her chest as she continued to gasp for air.

"Fucker," Wanda muttered to herself. She ran a hand over her face and brushed back her hair with her fingers.

Suddenly her bed was too small and her room was too dark, so Wanda quickly got up and ran from her bedroom.

She found herself in the kitchen and decided that a warm cup of lavender tea would help her relax after a nightmare like that. Wanda took her drink and sat at the kitchen island, trying to think of anything other than that dream.

"Shit," Wanda groaned, placing her head between her heads. Even while trying not to think about it, she was still thinking about it. She couldn't get the image of her brother out of her head and she could still feel cold hands clawing at her body.

Suddenly she was pulled out of her mind and into someone else's.

Wanda could feel freezing air whipping at her skin as she fell backwards. Fear gripped tightly onto her heart and Panic laced around her throat. All Wanda could do was whimper as she lived through someone else's nightmare.

With a great struggle, Wanda managed to stand up. She stumbled her way out of the kitchen and kept walking until she found herself outside the door of the person who's dream she shared. She touched her forehead to the door and realized she was right outside the Winter Soldier's room. Or, Bucky, as Steve liked to call him. But Wanda knew better and knew that the Winter Soldier still lived inside Bucky. But everyone tried to ignore that because Captain America's best friend couldn't be the Bad Guy. Not after all the shit they had to go through in Berlin.

Wanda felt the world around her come to an end as she heard the nauseating sound of bones breaking within her own body. She thought that would be the worst, but she was wrong, because the worst part was that she could still feel. Which meant that the person in the dream was still alive.

They were still suffering.

Wanda took a step back and called her magic to her hands, letting the spells weave through her fingers and slip into the room. She plucked the nightmare out of Bucky's head, leaving behind a peaceful darkness which could be left empty or filled with good dreams. Wanda knew that in a man like Barnes, his mind would be too haunted to ever fill in anything good.

Still, she supposed nothing was better than what he previously had.

Wanda stayed just a few minutes more until she felt his mind relax. She pulled back her powers and watched as it brought back a swirling, angry, black mass of smoke. Curiously, she touched it with her fingers. It absorbed into her skin and Wanda watched as the veins in her hands popped out in an angry blue-black color until the nightmare had been swallowed by her body.

With a roll of her shoulders, Wanda walked back to her room. She tried to ignore the slight numbing at her fingertips where she had touched the dream.