"We have incoming" he said into the phone. Thor handed me a silver liquid and I looked at him strangely, "inject this into the wound it will close up until we can give him an operation to get the bullet out" Thor instructed. I messily injected it into his neck and it closed up immediately. Nat hung her head in thankfulness; Thor hugged Steve and the rest of the team aside from Bucky who was somewhat reluctant.
"I'm not much of a hugger" he mumbled an excuse but I knew it was because of the HYDRA treatment, Bucky only allowed human touch from us, mostly from me.
"Nonsense!" Thor boomed a laugh and grappled him in a hug. I held my breath but Bucky just patted his back acceptingly, I grinned hugging Thor again.
"Thank you for Thor" I said breathlessly, he gave a goofy smile. We were saved, only question now was...where would we go?
Wanda's POV
We were perched in a forest, hidden by trees and surrounding bushes. Clint was limping but he was alive and that was good enough for me, Natasha and Steve were talking with Thor on a log, Peter was snuggled with Thalia, Sam and Scott were cracking jokes with each other and James and I were stood off to the side slightly. "Wanda I am so sorry" James shook his head annoyed at himself. I frowned questioningly, what was he sorry for?
"What?" I caressed his beard with my cheek and noticed his hair was longer now, growing exponentially.
"this isn't the life you wanted" he said painfully. I kissed his lips trying to knock some sense into him.
"James! This isn't perfect I'll give you that but, we're a team and a family. I wouldn't trade it for anything!" I said strongly. James smiled and spun me around gently, I longed for everyone to leave him alone, for everyone to see him as I did. That made me think of Vision and a shot of pain stabbed my heart, I kissed his cheek lovingly. I really wouldn't want any white picket fenced life instead of this one.
"Wanda" Clint hollered. I kissed James and walked over to him, James joined Sam and Scott and soon I heard them all laughing hysterically. I laughed at them; I sat next to Clint on the forest floor, I ducked under his arm and cuddled into his side breathing his scent-to think that if Thor hadn't of come, he would've died. I couldn't of lived with that, I needed Clint so very much and of course Natasha would be devastated.
"Hey" I said quietly. He kissed the side of my forehead, I wiped the tears from my face and tried to look up so no one would see them.
"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" he cooed his thumb pulling my chin up to look at his face.
"I can't lose you Clint. I can't lose you after Pietro" I hiccupped in between sobs, James heard and jerked his head in my direction. Clint nodded at him and it was like they had a silent communication because he didn't come over, he knew Clint was who I needed right now and I was grateful he could sense these things.
"I'm sorry Kiddo. For everything, I swear I wish that quick bastard hadn't have taken those shots for me" Clint said into my hair which muffled his words but still conveyed the pain in his voice. I shook my head trying to rid those thoughts from his minds, Pietro had chosen to save Clint for a reason-we had to honour and respect that. Pietro was a hero and always did the right thing, even if it meant his own life.
"Don't say that, Pietro...before the fight he said he liked you" I revealed but received a confused look. I asked permission to send a memory to his mind, he nodded trustingly. I'm pretty sure Clint hated when I entered his thoughts but he trusted me.
*Start Flashback*
"Pietro, are you sure about this?" I asked in our mother tongue, concealing the conversation from the rest of the Avengers who were sat on the quin-jet waiting to board our home town of Sokovia. The Captain had glanced in our direction, suspicious of our indecipherable transaction.
"We have to make this right sister" he said with no room for argument. The jet rocked with minor turbulence, I grabbed Pietro's hand in fear and he squeezed it twice to reassure me; the archer was watching us but not with he cast iron hatred that I had supposed he felt towards that-he was staring at us with understanding and guilt was pouring off of him in waves.
"I know Pietro. The archer, he likes you" I stated watching his attempt at hiding a smirk.
"He is good man Wanda, he reminds me of dad" Pietro revealed meeting the archers gaze for a moment before breaking to look down at me.
"I like him too" I replied but my smile was rained on as we neared Sokovia. "How could we let it get like this?" I said baffled at the war zoned state it was in; I remembered growing up in the war torn country but I had never seen it quite this bad now that Ultron had spiked fear into the small country. When Pietro and I were little, we used to think we were the heroes of Sokovia, stealing food for kids our age and robbing the rich capitalists for the poor. Now, we were the fate of our beloved country.
"Do not fret sister, once this is all over we will remember tonight...for the rest of our lives" he said standing up to get his boxing wraps.
"English?" Thor asked in a booming yet friendly voice. I looked up with untrusting eyes that I knew had flashed scarlet from his expression, I looked at Pietro wondering what our answer would be. But we didn't have to answer because the archer did-he obviously wasn't going to let us lie to protect ourselves anymore; he stood up standing by Thor and staring at me with unease.
"yeah they speak English. They just don't trust us" he scoffed.
"I love you sister" Pietro said lastly still in Sokovian. Before I could reply, he was chatting away with Captain and Thor; Pietro was always more sociable, he trusted more easily but was a force to be reckoned with if that was broken. I sighed leaning my head back in my seat, thankful that when this was over, I would have him. The archer man took a seat beside me.
"Don't worry kid, you're doing good by helping us" he assured me. I frowned his way in confusion at his sudden change in demeanour, was it that obvious that I was guilty and scared?
*End Flashback*
Clint was crying silently and so was I. Seeing my brother so clearly in the memory was upsetting and I realised that I hadn't grieved properly yet, I had trudged through the pain and so much had been happening that I forgot to remember his life. "I miss that quick little bastard" Clint laughed a wet laugh then cried some more, Natasha heard the reference to Pietro and came over sitting next to Clint on his other side.
"Its okay old man" Natasha said mimicking the nickname Pietro had given him. I cried harder into my hands, James jogged over and sat next to me kissing my head comfortingly, next Steve came over squatting in front of us and clutching my hand. Everyone slowly came over till we were all together in a little group embrace.
"Pietro would've kicked our asses into gear by now" I giggled thinking of him zooming around with an eager expression, probably telling us to get off our asses which he had learnt from Clint. I leant into James wanting to feel him, "thanks guys" I thanked them. I really did need them, i only wished Pietro was here to be part of this but then I thought...he was a part of us. He always would be.
