It felt as if she had died a second time. If that was even possible. Her heart had already been torn, sewn up, ripped out, put back in, and once again been pulled out but this time it was beyond repair.

Her sides and legs felt week and her lungs burned from the sobbing and every step as she ran. But she continued. As if she could run away from all the heart break in her past. Away from the place where she killed the last one who meant anything to her.

It was all her fault. It always was. It was her fault she didn't listen to her parents, it was her fault she believed Ultron, it was her fault she told her brother to go, and it was her fault she took the shot.

As soon as she felt she was far enough away, Wanda stopped and collapsed on the ground where she stood. She lay there, sobbing. Letting her tears mix with the snow. Surly, surly she'd die from the cold. She prayed she would. The pain was too much.

She was a fool. She should've left her heart back in Sokovia when her brother died. But instead she gave it to him.

This time she had learned her lesson. She left it back at the clearing. It hurt but she knew when she died herself she wouldn't anything anymore. She couldn't make any more mistakes and messes for others to clean up.

Wanda felt herself loosing consciousness. This was it. Her end.

[/3]

'Wanda! Wanda! Wanda vake up!' She woke up to her brother roughly shaking her awake. She was in their room in the two story townhouse they lived in since they were 16.

She noticed the room was hot and she was covered in a thick layer of sweat and was that...ash?

'Wanda ve need to get out of here!' Pietro shouted at her, tugging at her arm and pulling her out of the bed.

'Pietro... vhat's going on?' She asked as he pulled her down the stairs. He didn't have to answer because she saw it for herself. The entire lower floor was on fire.

'Come on!' He pulled her towards the door but she couldn't help looking around. She saw both their parents laying dead in the living room. She put a hand to her mouth and felt like crying.

'Wanda!' Came a cry from somewhere else in the house. It wasn't her brother's but it was familiar and she didn't need anyone to tell her who it was. Behind her, Pietro had started to cough from the smoke and she new she need to hurry.

Wanda pulled her arm free of his grip and ran through the a blaze living room past her parents' bodies. She dashed through the smoking hallway and into the kitchen.

The heat and smoke were so intense it made her eyes water.

Then, she saw him. Vision. He was trapped. She quickly made the decision to use her powers and move some of the scorched wood around him. But she must've moved something wrong because the whole ceiling came down on the two.

Wanda use her powers to shield herself and closes her eyes preparing for the blow should the shield fail.

But it didn't.

However, when she opened her eyes everything around her was no longer on fire but in ashes.

She rushed over to where Vision had been and started using her powers to move the rubble. But it was too late. When she had reached him he was already dead.

Sadness filled her but she couldn't cry just yet. She turned and ran to where she had abandoned her brother.

On the floor near their parents covered in ash was Pietro Django Maximoff. Dead.