He was here and then he was gone. Pietro.

She supposed it was a trademark of his, to just randomly disappear and reappear at his own whim. Countless people had fallen victim to his disappearances, had called him unreliable and twitchy (the word angered her like none other). They assumed he had no control over his actions, over his speed or his temper. They just didn't understand him. Not like she did.

He had never told her directly but she had understood how the world worked differently to him. It was much too slow, creeping along at speeds far inferior to her brother's. His impatience with the world and with everyone else was understandable, how could they expect him to move at their speeds when he could go so much faster.

Their powers were a part of them, ingrained so deeply it was difficult to believe that they had once lived without them. Pietro without his speed? Ridiculous.

It felt like Pietro had always been fast and she had always been in control, able to do wonderful, marvelous things. But then she vaguely remembers the presence of her parents, people who had been ripped from her by Tony Stark and his war creations.

Then it becomes all too easy to see how they have changed and adapted over the years and why they are just so impatient to start doing something that will make a difference. And it's so hard to sit around during all the tests and the practices and the check-ups, knowing that they could be out there, in the real world doing something.

Pietro had always moved quickly, his impatience was one of his flaws, but he was just trying to speed the world up to his speed, trying to do good.

But this? He had never been impatient with her, not ever. Not when they were children waiting to live or die. He had held her then, whispering lullabies and shushing her tears. They were waiting to die, but they would do so together, Pietro and Wanda, the twins always together.

Pietro.

12 minutes. That's all they had ever been apart. She wondered if this was how he had felt those twelve minutes apart. If it had felt even remotely close to this then she was so terribly, terribly sorry because she would do anything to have him back, to have him close again.

I'm sorry.

The agony had struck her swiftly, not giving her much time to breathe or think, just react. He was her brother and he was gone.

Where did you go? She wanted to ask, she wanted to scream at the world. Why was he gone? Why take him away; hadn't they been through enough? Hadn't she given up enough?

Pietro, where are you? Her mind cried, searching, longing for his arms around her, for him to reassure her that things were going to be okay because no matter if the world was going to hell, it would always be alright with the two of them. The world could be falling to pieces around them, it could be burning, but his arms meant safety, meant home and love and care. There was no better place in the world for her.

Was I too slow for you? The thought creeps in, unwanted and painful. I was too slow and I couldn't keep you here. The world had always been too slow but he had never mentioned that even she was too slow for him. It makes her crumble in agony considering that maybe for the first time in her life she was too slow and not enough to make him stay.

Is that why you disappeared from me too? She had never considered the possibility in joining the rest of the world in being abandoned by Pietro. In being too slow to keep up with him, too ordinary to be able to be worth his time.

I want to be with you.

Pietro is all that matters now, not some stupid Avengers, not Tony Stark and his war creations, not the man with the arrows, not the world. Pietro. And the thing that destroyed him.

There is such sweet delirium that sweeps in after reaching Ultron and tearing him apart, like he tore her brother apart. The exquisite feeling is almost enough to make her forget her agony. But not quite.

I want to be with you.

The agony is the only thing that she can feel and she is giddy with the thought that soon the end will come and she will be gone too. Then she can finally catch up to Pietro again. And that is all she wants.

Please wait for me.

Please wait, she pleads, pleasepleaseplease just wait a little bit, just a few more minutes. Maybe if she's lucky, only twelve minutes will have elapsed in the time that they've been apart. That would make them even.

Unfortunately, she gets rescued and her wishes denied. More than twelve minutes pass and still she has not been reunited with Pietro. The rest of the day and following weeks are a blur and she's not entirely too sure what had happened around her. But she is sure of only one thing.

One day I will catch up to you, Pietro.

Please wait for me.