Sometimes Wanda disappeared and nobody knew where to. They just left her – nobody wanted to get on her bad side, so they simply went on without her and waited for her to return, without much hope of ever finding out where she actually went.

Which was good, because she didn't mean to tell them. Wanda knew that everyone would find out, eventually. But then there would questions, and reprimands and many people wanting to get to him, to make what made him, how was he posible. And Wanda also knew that if the wrong person found out it could mean a major catastrophe. So she had forgotten. She'd been the only one to know, and she had made herself forget.

All that she knew was that she had brought her brother back and that he was just like he'd been. The same man.

She didn't know how she'd done it and she didn't want to remember, she was pretty sure that her memory loss was intentional. She didn't want to power of life and death on her hands, she didn't want thousands of people coming to her because they wanted to be reunited with their loved ones. When they asked, Wanda would say that she didn't know how Pietro was alive. And she wouldn't be lying.

Because Pietro was indeed alive. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow she'd made it. After all that time obsessing and thinking every minute about how to do it while her other half lay in a cryo-chamber she had somehow managed to get him back. Wanda suspected that the Vision had had something to do with it. He (was Vision even a he?) was one of the few people who knew about Pietro and had exceptionally kind with both of them. A true ally. She also suspected that she'd scared some high profile SHIELD members and Fury treated her differently. Well, if they had helped, then she was just grateful.

Wanda felt as if she could breathe again, live again. The world had broken, had stopped making sense when Pietro was hit. There was only grief and horror and pain like she had never felt before. Pietro lying there... Not even the worst nightmares her gift could concoct came close to what she had felt. That was her brother, her only family, her protector and confidant. She knew that with time the pain would be bearable, she'd be able to live without this darkness that was her life since he left. But she didn't want that. She didn't want to make peace with Pietro's death.

It was not his time. So she didn't stop until she managed to get him again. Which she did.

Although it was the same Pietro as ever (Wanda had been afraid that the person that awoke was not his brother anymore, that he'd been lost, and boy was she happy that it wasn't the case) he still needed more sleep than usual, and got tired more easily. He needed more energy because he'd been drained, that was all. Healing all those wounds hadn't been easy. He needed time to go back to who he used to be. But he was getting stronger every day, and soon he would be back to the annoying unstoppable blur that she had missed so much.

So sometimes Wanda left whatever commitment she had with The Avengers to just be with her brother. Have lunch, maybe watch some tv. Or sometimes just the company was if he was asleep, like this time, Wanda liked to see him sleeping – just the presence was reassuring. The silver hair, the twitchy hands, the face she'd grown up with. The comforting rise and fall of the chest. It was a marvel simply to know that he was breathing. She hadn't lost him. And she wouldn't again. Even if she had to tear apart every law of physics then she would.

Pietro turned in his sleep. He'd always been a restless sleepless, running, it seemed, even in his dreams. Wanda smiled. For a while, she thought she would never smile again. Never truly be happy again. She imagined a life forever by Pietr's loss, his memory. But that was nothing more than a bad memory now.

He was alive.

She went back to the Avengers building after a while, not knowing what she would say to the other, only to find out that as many times before Vision had covered for her.

"Thank you." She said and she meant it. There was something about him that she found very pleasant... almost calming.

"You are very welcome."

Sometimes Vision would come with her to lunch and just stood there, with her. Sometimes he would go to her for advice. He was an strange individual, but so was her.

"Do you how I did it?" Wanda asked, and they both knew what she was talking about.

"I do. I also know why you wanted to foget." God, she loved his voice.

"You probably can't forget anything even if you wanted to, right?"

"Well, I'm learning new things every day." Wanda smiled and he continued. " But I understand why you did it and I admire you for doing it."

Her smile grew.

"The problem will be telling everyone else." Wanda commented. It was too soon after Ultron for more impossible science. "How do you think they'll react to seeing him again?"

"There will be some suspicion, certainly, maybe someone will say that he is a threat or something of the sort. But I think most people will simply be glad that he is alive."

"Alive." Wanda said. "Such a wonderful word. Pietro is alive."

And that he was. In her apartment, Pietro woke, rested and ready. He opened his blue eyes and looked out the window, seeing the streets, the people, smelling the air. The world kept turning, with its good and bad, its dangers and opportunities, wonderful moments and heartbreaking ones. And he was on it.

Alive.

A/N: Reviews are love! #Pietrolives