Chapter Fourteen: Making Decisions

The next morning, Wanda and Pietro rose early and quickly ate breakfast. Wanda barely tasted the bland oatmeal. She saw the glances Pietro was giving her. He was obviously worried about her.

Pietro sent a glance to Wanda, knowing that she could see him looking at her. She looked terrible. She was pale and shaky and her eyes were bloodshot.

He wanted to take away her pain, but he didn't know how. Wanda had always been the strong one. It's not that he hadn't been strong, but she had always been very independent. Now, she needed him very much. He could only hope that someday he could make her happy again.

"Are you ready?" He asked gently, tapping Wanda on the arm. She was staring absently into the distance. She had been doing that a lot lately. Pietro knew it wasn't just Bucky; it had something to do with her powers. She had a lot of power to control.

Wanda finally heard his question after it was repeated several times. "I suppose."

On the way to Strucker's laboratory, Pietro tried to cheer Wanda up. "Do you remember when we were little and our friend Tommy lived right next door to us?"

Wanda nodded.

"You had a crush on him, I recall." Pietro continued. "You told me about it and I told him. You were so mad."

Wanda cracked a smile. "Yes, I was. And you deserved it."

They arrived at the door and Wanda barged in without knocking. Pietro shrugged and trailed after her. "Strucker, we want to speak with you." Wanda's chin was lifted in open defiance, but Pietro could see how broken she was.

Strucker nodded and motioned for them to it on several crates that were scattered around. Wanda collapsed on top of one of them and Pietro sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders.

"We know the awful things that you have done," Wanda began, glaring at him. "And, normally we would leave. But we will stay."

"You will?" Strucker was obviously surprised.

"Yes." Wanda responded. "But only until we can take down those Avengers. Then we will leave and never look back."

Strucker sighed in relief. "That is agreeable."

"I'm glad it is." Wanda stood.

"And we would like a better room than the one we have now." Pietro added.

"What's wrong with the room you are in now?" Strucker asked.

Wanda gave him a pointed look. "It's a cell."

"Oh. Well, I will get you a better room." Strucker told them. "But for now, if you could please report to the training area. You training is not quite complete."

"Fine." Wanda replied. "We will be there."

Pietro took her hand and led her from the room. She still looked pale and shaky. "Are you sick?" He questioned.

Wanda shook her head. "I'm all right."

Pietro halted in the middle of the corridor, bumping into several guards. "No you're not. What is going on?"

Wanda sighed. "I need to sit down."

Pietro guided Wanda to the cafeteria and sat with her on a bench. "Tell me what's happening."

Wanda took a deep breath. "I can see things," She began haltingly. "I can see this world, but I can also see a different world that is similar to this one, but still different. Do you remember how Strucker was talking about alternate realities?"

At Pietro's nod, she continued. "I can see those alternate realities. And if we made different decisions in this world then this world would be like the other one."

Pietro was having a hard time understanding what she was trying to say. "Do you mean like you can see what could have happened here in this world, and that thing that could have happened here, happened in a different world? Like a parallel world?"

"Yes." Wanda nodded. "That is what I see all the time. This world and other parallel worlds. And it's hard." She clutched her head. "There is so much power to control."

Pietro put his hand on hers. "But you're not alone."

Wanda smiled slightly and held his hand. "Thank you, brother."

"We need to make another decision." Pietro said.

"What's that?" Wanda was confused.

"Are we going to go find Bucky?"

Wanda thought for a moment. "No. He's gone."

Pietro fell silent and Wanda smiled at him. "It's all right. We might see him again someday."

Pietro was grateful that Wanda was trying to cheer him up, but he could tell that she was very sad. "Did you love him?" He blurted out, immediately clapping his hand over his mouth as soon as he said it.

Wanda stared at him blankly for so long that Pietro was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." She got up and walked away.

Pietro watched her go. He had known that she was attached to Bucky. But love? He was surprised. But as he looked back, he recalled many times when he had noticed that maybe there was something between Bucky and Wanda.

A glance here, a shared smile there. He should have realized sooner. Well, he could only hope, for his sister's sake, and Bucky's, that He and Wanda would see Bucky again.

A.N- Sorry this chapter was so short. The epilogue should be up tomorrow or the next day. OMW Look at all my reviews! I'm so happy I could cry! But I don't think I will...Not really the crying type. XD Bye everyone :D