Ocean Eyes. (Y/n & Wanda Maximoff Pov)

Who is she?

---Avengers POV---

The room has gone silent as the Television fades to black.  The feeling that rested over the room was surreal, no one actually wanted to believe what just happened. They all watched as one of their own quickly became someone who they didn't recognize. No one moved for what felt like an eternity. They all just sat in silence together as they tried to process what was happening, but how could they? Peter was the first to snap out of the trance of disbelief he was placed under, he quickly scanned the room. Watching as his team stood in place, not moving nor breathing it seemed like. Peter scanned the room as he looked for Wanda, but she was nowhere to be seen. He quickly began to panic, shifting in the spot where he stood. Peter tried to speak up as his voice broke with every word he spoke "Gu-guys. Where's Wanda?"  It is like Peter's voice echos off the walls of the room and awoke everyone from their blank stares. They avoided the eyes of one another, as they looked around for the girl who has disappeared from the room. They all called out for her, but no response. "Kid, go check her room," Tony speaks to Peter with a tone in his voice that no one could quiet place. Peter didn't move for a second, as he was trying to read Tony's body language. As Tony realized Peter was just stood there staring at him, he yelled "WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE? I SAID GO!"  Stark's voice sent shivers down everyone's spine, Peter began to speed walk out of the room. Natasha then stepped closer to Tony and says "That was uncalled for Tony. You better apologize to him, I get that we are all taken back by what just happened. But all of us here-" She says while pointing to everyone scattered around the room "All of us in here have seen worse. Peter has not, and then especially when the person he just lost is the first person he's truly considered family." Natasha was inches away from Tony, standing her ground. They both were standing their ground and the tension was high between the two of them, one wrong word will send this crashing down. 

      Steve stands up and puts himself between Tony and Natasha, "Okay guys, Let us take this down a few notches. We are all hurting and in shock still, so this ... whatever you both are doing; needs to stop now. Natasha, please go check on peter."  Natasha takes a sigh, before walking off from the main room where they once stood. Natasha needed to hide all the pain she felt in her chest and her body. She took a deep breath to compose herself before she started to climb the stairs towards Wanda's room. The pain that she felt inside her entire body was engulfing her, but she knew that she couldn't allow that to show. She needed to be there for  Wanda and Peter and allowing herself to breakdown was just something that wasn't going to happen. She walked up the stairs, feeling her heartbeat with every step once she got to the top it felt like she had just run a marathon. It was probably because it felt like her body and her heart weighed a thousand tons. She rounded the corner to see Peter sitting with his back against Wanda's door and his head in his hands, as his elbows rested on his knees. She could see his back rise and fall as he silently sobbed on the ground. Natasha walks up to Peter and kneels next to him and places a hand on his head "Any luck?" She says while gesturing to the door with her head. Peter slowly raises his head and looks at Natasha, his eyes are already red from the tears. As he looks up at her he just shakes his head. Nat runs her fingers through Peter's hair before standing and knocking on Wanda's door. She clears her throat before she speaks "Wanda... Please open the door..." 

---Wanda's POV---

"Go Away Natasha Please." I pleaded with her as she knocked every so gently on my door. I couldn't face anyone right now. I needed- well more like wanted to be alone. Peter had already tried to get me to open the door, he must've gone and gotten Natasha thinking that would help. There is only one thing that will help me right now, and that is Y/N. I need her back, the look on her face after they injected her with whatever was horrific. Her eyes had glossed over and turned a misty grey color, once the brown in her eyes faded away. I was standing every so still in the middle of my room, but it felt like the world was moving counterclockwise. My body felt weak, which was had become my new normal since Y/N has been missing but this ... this was different. This was all the emotions that I had been hiding, all the pent-up anger, sadness, and uncertainty came crashing down like a tidal wave. I felt like I was going to pass out, I needed to lay down. I slowly make my way to the bed, my feet are heavy and weighted. It feels like it takes me an eternity to get to the edge of the bed. I fall to my knees and I didn't want to allow myself to feel anything, as my knees hit the ground it felt like I was cemented to the floor. I gripped the edges of the bed, as I used what little strength I had left to lift myself off the ground. My arms wobbled under the weight of my body, they gave out underneath the pressure once or twice. I had to try again, I needed to get up off the ground.  I finally pulled myself up on the bed, it took every ounce in my body to get myself on the bed. I finally sat down on the edge and took a breath as I stared blankly out into the middle of the room. As I zoned out while staring in the middle of the room, a memory came flooding back.