[It's too much. The visions, the sensations, the memories... this man's head... it was too much for her. Too much sorrow. Too much grief. The sight of those words, that name, inscribed upon the empty-grave marker. They are burned into Wanda's brain, as she pulls herself out of Bucky's head. Bucky. That was his name for this man. She shouldn't... no, she couldn't use it. James Barnes. The name of the man before him. The name of the man who carried so much sadness within him.]
[As Wanda opens her eyes, she's gasping. Crying. The anguish of feeling exactly what Sgt. Barnes' had felt. It was crashing over her, like a massive title wave. Yet, the magnitude of it all wasn't an unfamiliar pain to her. It was the feeling of losing someone... someone who means more to you than even yourself. The loss that leaves a gaping hole, the likes of which will likely never be truly filled ever again. Yes... Wanda has felt this before. Nonetheless, it doesn't stop the tears from falling down her face. Nor does it calm the storm of emotion playing out on her face.]
[She can't bring herself to speak. She doesn't know what to say. Instead, she just cries. She reaches out to him, grasping the sleeve of his uniform. The sleeve covering his cybernetic arm. She doesn't pull it, she doesn't push it. She just holds onto it... and the rain continues to fall.]
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[As Wanda opens her eyes, she's gasping. Crying. The anguish of feeling exactly what Sgt. Barnes' had felt. It was crashing over her, like a massive title wave. Yet, the magnitude of it all wasn't an unfamiliar pain to her. It was the feeling of losing someone... someone who means more to you than even yourself. The loss that leaves a gaping hole, the likes of which will likely never be truly filled ever again. Yes... Wanda has felt this before. Nonetheless, it doesn't stop the tears from falling down her face. Nor does it calm the storm of emotion playing out on her face.]
[She can't bring herself to speak. She doesn't know what to say. Instead, she just cries. She reaches out to him, grasping the sleeve of his uniform. The sleeve covering his cybernetic arm. She doesn't pull it, she doesn't push it. She just holds onto it... and the rain continues to fall.]