AN: I had this interesting idea to play with the twins connection and how it effects one another. Hope you enjoy it, I'm defiantly considering on continuing this!

I've waited a hundred years,

and I'd wait a million more for you...

~Sleeping At Last- Turning Page~

Wanda's POV

It was cold, colder than the thin air above the white clouds, colder than the metal soldiers there to destroy us, and colder than my heart. It was that awful tug on my mind. With the simple flick of a non-existent switch it came tumbling down. I could feel the blood pooling from my clothes, but there were no wounds. My heart stopped beating, red glowing all around me.

Everything was crumbling and I could feel the Earth shatter beneath my touch. The with-drawl of pain was sudden, but it caused the stone arches of the structure to glow red and crumble. The once beautiful Sokovian church was now in pieces, like me. I reached out with my heart, my mind, looking for a sign. The odd silence of thinning air around me and the tears that stroked my face. I waited for what felt like an eternity before a small sliver of his consciousness reached to me with weakened arms.

Pietro and I have always been linked in some way, but I was always discovering new abilities that I had. I'm not too sure what i'm doing, but I can feel his dreams fading into the black. I react, like any sister would, giving him all of my energy, my power. It drains me, my heavy head hits the ruble littered ground with a thud. I can feel a cold stream of blood pooling beneath me. It stings, but I reach out again.

/Pietro? Pietro?! PIETRO!/, there is no response, just the blow of cool thin air around me.

Then, he speaks through the bond I created.

It hurts, he responds faintly, his mind stronger than before, but his body still weak.

/Please hold on, don't leave me!/

The last amount of energy I had, I use to limply run to him. I forget about the key, I forget about Ultron, and most of all I forget about the metal creatures that still roamed the floating rock. It's hit me like a bullet, the searing pain coming from Pietro's body. In some strange way I had connected our bodies and our minds. I can see blurry figures in the distance running to greet me.

/Stay alive.../, is the last thing I say before the pain claims my consciousness.

I fade into dreams I haven't had, and memories long lost from pain and suffering. My body is weak, but my mind is strong. Through all of it, I can only blame myself for what happened...

If Only...

Pietro's POV

Dreams are a place where reality never has existed, and our dreams are silent but bright. Old memories that I have long since neglected. I can hear Wanda, her thick Sokovian accent drawing me in. Thick smells of dandelions and wild flowers fill my nose. This is her dream, but it's nice. I can see a house sitting in a meadow, clad in natural wear and tear. Rolling hills, miles of forest, and everything is peaceful. It's like this for a long while. We share pastries, dance in endless grass fields, and pick flowers.

Suddenly, a change of scenery puts us in the battle. We are fighting, smoke and fires litter the chaos. This is my dream, and I feel oddly comfterble with this. We are winning, bodies dropping like a boot to an ant hill. Then, something strange. It's Clint, but he's shaking my shoulders violently.

"Hold on kid", he says. I trade a glance with Wanda, she is here also. Before I say anything a bright light floods my vision. Everything is blurry for a few seconds then it all comes into focus. The small crack of a drywalled ceiling jolts me into the present. My eyes dart in all directions, absorbing what appears to be an American hospital room. Tubes and wires attached to my arms, the constant buzz and hum of machines causes my heart to race. I can see Barton sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, his head lolled over to one side.

I wince in pain as I try to sit up. Then I remember, all of it. Those split seconds of my life that I will never forget. I made a choice that I can't regret, but how am I still alive?

I can faintly remember everything being dark, then I see Wanda. Her hand is stretched out to me, her thick accent mumbling words I can't hear. I reach out to her, and then some of the pain is gone. The darkness turns to light and then I was dreaming... But I remember, WANDA! She was there with me in the dreams. Was she ok? I wanted answers. NOW.

I groan in pain, trying to get out of the bed. Alarms of all kinds begin to sound as I move to stand.

"Hey, hoe, slow down there buddy", Clint is at my side now, guiding me back to the bed. When he woke up, I do not know...

"Where am I? What happened?! Where is Wanda?! Is she O-"

"You're OK", he cuts me off, pulling a chair to the bedside. "You are at the compound, in the medical wing. You saved my life kid, I owe you one", he punches my shoulder in a mocking manner, but the only thing that comes from it is a shooting pain down my arm. He grimaces, "Yea, sorry about that".

"Where is Wanda? Is she ok?" I push, trying to get some valid answers from this old man.

Clint's already dull expression fades. "She collapsed near one of the boats we were loading you into at the time. She hadn't been shot, nothing but a shallow cut on her head, but she has been comatose for 2 weeks now, just like you..." He drops his head, almost looking guilty.

"Why?" I'm trying not to cry, but I can feel wet streams flooding my vision. "She should be ok, she was in my dream..."

"She was in your dream? What do you mea-"

"She reached for my hand, so I grabbed it and then we were in a meadow by a house", I stumble, cutting him off.

Clint's blue eyes look saddened but stricken with and odd flash of curiosity. His mouth opens but abruptly closes to check his vibrating cell phone. "I have to take this", he looks serious, so I nod.

Clint walks out of the room leaving me to sit alone. I want to scream, I want to run straight to her, and hold her hand. I plant my face into the curvature of my palms and slam my neck against my hospital pillows. I send a shaky sigh into the open air, soft tears running smooth down my cheek. I can hear a muffled conversation between Clint and the person on the phone. Clint sounds concerned, but he continues talking.

Wanda, if you're there... Please answer me, I beg through our connection. No response comes, but I can feel her. I wait, eagerly listening for something no one else can hear.

I was sudden but faint. I hear a small and weakened /Pietro?!/

I smile and let out a relived gasp, You're alive? Are you OK?! Where are you?!

/I'm alive, and in a strange hospital, Steve was here moments ago but now he's gone.../, She chokes out, she sounds weaker than me, but I have no idea why.

It's going to be alright, i'm coming for you just hold tight...

Idon't know what I'm planning on doing, but it's probably stupid. I let instinct take over, pushing away thin bed sheets and placing my pale feet on the cold, tiled hospital floor.

I'm coming for you...

AN: So basically (if you want some expositional insight) Wanda forged a bond with Pietro using her 'Untapped Powers' and shared some of his pain with her (thus saving his life). Looking forward to writing more for this, I don't know how much more but I like this idea so i'm running with it :)

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