author's note: hi guys, this is my first fic, and i think i did good! it takes place after age of Ultron, rating t just in case. No Wanda x Vision, maybe Cap x Wanda, and Hawkeye and her are definitely going to be friends later, so i hope you enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff had locked herself in her room, trying to get over her brother's death.

His voice still echos in her head, "I didn't see that coming" He sacrificed himself without a thought-five bullets in his chest, his face ever-peaceful.

Various avengers have tried to get her to come out, but no avail. She was fine, well very not fine, but still, in her room surrounded by Pietro's few belongings and sobbing into his shirt, entombed by blankets and empty hot chocolate mugs FRIDAY had brought, upon the requests of Clint, Natasha and Cap, she guessed.

She was okay here-drowning in sadness and emotions, rather a foreign thing to her-except for caring for Pietro-

And that thought immediately sends her into another fit of sobbing, soaking the faded blue shirt she clutches.

Before she had secluded herself to her room, or rooms, rather (it was like a freaking house in here), Stark forced a laptop on her. Cap assured her that it was fine, but admitted to not knowing how to use his. Natasha had to help them.

She likes listening to music, something newly discovered, Hydra withholding the simple pleasures of life from them-her-like ice cream, chocolate, music and Netflix.

Oh god, Netflix- she thinks. then, Pietro would have loved all these movies, all this music, all this modern, easy, peaceful stuff-

Then she brakes down in another fit of sobs, Hooked on a Feeling blaring out of her speakers.

I cant stop this feeling,

Deep inside of me,

Girl you just don't realize, what you do to me...

When you hold me,

In your arms so tight,

You let me know,

Everything's all right,

Ahhh ahh ahh ahh ah,

Hooked on a feeling baby

He would have loved this song.

"IT"S NOT FAIR!" She screamed, throwing the computer at the wall, screen shattering and keyboard breaking.

She looks at the mess on the other side of the room, and instantly feels guilt creeping up her throat.

Then she makes a decision and slowly climbs out of bed to creep out the door.

She heads to the roof, to the open air, and prays that no one is watching.

She steps to the edge-balancing on the small concrete wall an leans forward.

The wind on her face, whipping it in her eyes, and then-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAXIMOFF?!"