Wanda's POV
A force smashes into me, leaving me winded. I gasp as I try to stand up.
"W-what happened?" I ask. Steve comes over and helps me up. I look around, and my eyes land on Stephen, who's attempting to open the Eye of Agamotto. I take a glance at my surroundings. Tony looks at me, and my eyes widen. "Wait. We can't be..." I look around once more. "But it was destroyed!" Everyone else looks at me.
"What?" I whirl around quickly. There. The church. "Tony. You know where we are." His face darkens as he realizes.
"Sokovia." I run over to a newspaper stand. May 1, 2015. My knees buckle under me. We're back. Back to the exact time my life changed forever. The exact time the last person I ever loved died. We're back to my brother's death.
I pull around the corner of a building. I can't let me see me. Wait. That sounded odd. I can't let past me see me. Stephen explained all of this to us. If we let our past selves see us, it will create a time paradox and bad stuff will happen. So, as you can imagine, it's really weird seeing yourself battle. I look over. We can't be too far into the battle. I'm right, as the ground beneath me starts to rumble in an all too familiar way. I grab onto Clint to steady myself.
"Oh! Sorry." I yelp, immediately slapping my hand over my mouth. I'm not supposed to talk loudly, as it could attract unwanted Ultronbots. I watch the entire fight unfold before my eyes. Our awesome church fighting-as-one part I always felt proud of. Until my voice catches my attention.
"Get the people on the boats."
"I'm not going to leave you here." My throat closes up. I haven't heard that voice in so long.
"I can handle this. Come back to me when everyone else is off, not before. Do you understand?"
"You know, I'm twelve minutes older than you!" He states superiorly. Past Wanda scoffs.
"Go!" That one line. I've always felt guilty that I never said anything else to him before he died. I turn back to Clint.
"So, what now?" I whisper so that I don't let past me hear me.
"Don't know. Let's just stay here until we're contacted." Steve, Tony, and the others were off who knows where doing who knows what. I nod, turning back to watching us evacuate everyone from the city. A flash of clothing catches my eye. I whirl around to see past Clint race over to help a boy. Oh no! I have to do something! Ultron fires from the stolen Quinjet. The bullets head towards past Clint and the boy. Before my brother gets there, I stop the bullets with a flick of my hands. My magic spins them away, away from Pietro and past Clint and the boy and into my hand. Pietro looks confused as he helps the boy to his mother. Before I can do or say anything, another force smashes into my body, and we're swept away.