The last moments of Wanda Maximoff's life were blissful. She was with her family, laughing and conversing about what had happened during the day. The frosty Russian air came in through the cracks in the walls, making their cheeks rosier. But then it all changed. A large boom resonated through the buildin. Wanda only had enough time to clutch her brother's arm before the floor crumbled.

It was chaos in the small town. Babies cried and the ground was littered with debris from bomb and the bodies of the not so fortunate. Through all this Wanda lay, frozen. Her mouth slightly open. It took several minutes for her to realize what had happened. Wanda slowly rose to her feet, leaning on a price of rubble for support. Frantically she searched for her brother, Pietro, before she found him.

He was several yards away, splayed on the ground. Wanda rushed over and fell to her knees beside him.

"Pietro?" She cried, shaking him.

Wanda and Pietro had always been inseparable. They relied on each other and were as close as twins could be.

With a slow, shaky breath Pietro sat up while Wanda breathed a sigh of relief. They stared at each other. Wanda couldn't help but notice his eyes had aged. They were no longer the eyes of a carefree ten year old, and she could only imagine hers looked the same.

They continue to lay there. Too stunned to take action. They both knew, somewhere in the back of their thoughts, that their parents were dead, but the sadness only blended with the may emotions fighting in Wanda's head.

Wanda could feel the silent tears sliding down her face, wiping away the grime and dust. Even with her eyes swimming with tears, she could barely make out one unfamiliar word from a bomb shell. STARK. It said. That simple word struck a fear in her, and a vengeance. Her life was destroyed forever and whoever STARK was, was going to pay. She was going to make sure of it.