Hi everyone! This is my first Wanda fic! It will follow Wanda as she deals with the loss of her brother. Clint and Natasha will be the other main characters, with the rest of the crew sprinkled in. Steve and Vision will also be prominent.
Vision flew through the air with Wanda in his arms. She was quiet, tears tracking down her face as he carried her from the falling train. She had been ready to go down with it, and the thought of that stirred something inside of him that he wasn't quite ready to call emotion.
Her silence was made up for by the warmth that radiated off of her, and Vision had to fight to focus on where he was flying and not the fact that Wanda was curled up against his body.
As the Quinjet appeared, Vision landed as softly as possible and began walking towards it. If Wanda registered the change in pace she didn't acknowledge it as she continued to cry silently, a general look of disbelief on her face.
Pietro's body was just inside the jet, so Vision stilled a few steps away, unsure of what to do. He wasn't an expert on humans, but he knew enough to give him pause.
"Vision" Clint called out painfully from the doors of the jet "can you bring her here?" His voice was tinged with sadness.
Silently, Vision walked over to the archer and placed Wanda carefully on her feet between the two.
Wanda swayed, unsteady on her own feet, and Clint stumbled slightly to make sure she wouldn't fall.
When he was sure she was steady, he attempted to catch her eyes. "Wanda," he said softly "What would you like to do with Pietro?"
Wanda continued to stare blankly straight ahead, shock overriding her thoughts and actions. The shock that comes with having talked to her brother minutes before, and knowing she would never talk to him again.
Clint looked sadly at Vision who stood on the other side of her in case she fell. "Wanda" he tried again "I need you to tell me what you want to do with Pietro."
"Pietro is dead," she said simply, no emotion in her voice. It was a fact. Pietro was dead and he was never coming back. Never again would he chase off boys that were interested in her, never again would he express just how much she meant to him.
"I know, and I'm so sorry. But I need to know whether you would like to bury him here or take him back with us."
"Back with us?" Wanda asked distractedly, looking up from where she had been blankly staring to meet Clint's eyes. "What do you mean back with us?"
Clint let out a mental sigh of relief, he felt much better now that she was responding to him. "Back to the Avengers Tower, I told you, you're an Avenger now."
Wanda nodded slowly, disbelievingly, before looking past Clint "is he in there?"
"He is," Clint said, "would you like to see him?"
Instead of answering him, Wanda sidestepped around the archer clumsily and walked into the jet. The sight of him took her breath away.
Someone had laid him carefully on a bench, a blanket covering him all the way up to his chin in an attempt to shield her from his wounds. The blanket didn't matter, she could still feel where those bullets tore through his flesh as if they had pierced her own skin.
They must have cleaned him up, no blood was visible on his face, although some stained the sheet.
Natasha sat silently by his side, her head in her hands until she heard Wanda walk in. Natasha raised her head slowly to observe the girl. "Do you want me to leave?"
Wanda ignored her, standing just inside the room with her eyes locked on her twin. She was shaking, her entire body trembling. She walked further into the room, stopping just next to his head with her back to Natasha.
After a few silent moments, she raised her hands and held them at his temples, searching desperately for any sign of life from inside of him.
Natasha watched from her seated position but said nothing, choosing to stay in the room because the girl did not tell her to go. She knew what it was like to lose everything at a young age.
"I can't feel you" Wanda whispered miserably, tendrils of red leaving her fingertips as she cupped his face with her hands. "You promised we would die together" Wanda cried quietly, recalling a conversation they had when they were kids, soon after their parents had been killed.
People ran back and forth past outside of the jet, the kind of chaos that only came from disaster. Pain-filled screams from the wounded filled the air until it became an unbearable symphony, but Wanda couldn't hear any of it. All she could hear were the gunshots that had ended her brothers' life. That had left her all alone.
Wanda leaned down and put her forehead against his "you only had to go twelve minutes without me and now I have to go forever without you" she said shakily, holding onto him for dear life. She didn't want to go, she didn't want to walk out of this room because she knew it was the last time she would ever see him, and she couldn't bear the thought of that.
Natasha sat as still as a statue behind her, trying to detach from the buried emotions that wanted to break free in response to the tragic scene. It was gut-wrenching. Like watching the moon say goodbye to the stars.
"Wanda, it's not safe here, I need to know what you want me to do" Clint had walked silently into the jet, standing just inside the doors as he tried to give her all the space she needed.
"No" she sobbed "I can't." She shakes her head vehemently and holds onto him tighter.
"It's time, I'm sorry, but it's time. We can take him with us, but I don't think that's what you want. Is there somewhere special we can bury him here? Where are your parents buried?" Clint added the last part quietly, almost as if he didn't want to remind the girl that she had no one left.
Wanda didn't need the reminder, she knew she was alone. The last person who gave a damn about her was full of holes. Pietro had spent most of their life protecting her. Giving her the last scraps of food, sacrificing his coat to protect her from the harsh weather Sokovia was known for.
"My parents were thrown into a mass grave," Wanda said through clenched teeth, the anger swirling inside of her and coloring her pupils red "Tony Stark put them there. Sokovia is in ruins once again because of him, where do you think I should bury him? Throw him in the hole where my country used to be?" Wanda raises her head and stares at Clint in challenge, her eyes as red as fire.
She knew he was just trying to be kind, but she had an endless supply of anger inside of her that was boiling just below the surface, waiting for any excuse to overflow.
Natasha stands and holds her hands out in a motion of surrender "Okay, we get it. Clint is just trying to help. Can you think of anywhere he would like to be put to rest? We really are running out of time here." Her point was furthered by the ground shaking for a few moments followed by screams from outside of the jet.
Wanda grinds her teeth before pushing her emotions under the surface "There's an oak tree on the outskirts of Sokovia, by an abandoned church. Pietro and I used to play there when we were kids. Our names are carved into the wood." Wanda runs her fingers affectionately through his hair, memories dancing around her mind. His hair was matted with blood, but it didn't matter, it was still him.
"Vision?" Clint calls from his place in the room.
"I've located the tree Miss Maximoff discussed, it was far enough from the town center that it remains intact. I can complete the task now." He walks into the room and stops near Pietro's feet, opposite of Wanda. "Would you like to come?"
"No," Wanda says bitterly "I'll say goodbye now." She reaches down and places a kiss on his forehead, before trailing her fingers around his neck and finding the necklace hidden under his suit. With careful hands, Wanda unhooks the necklace and clutches it tightly.
It was their father's wedding band on a silver chain, Wanda had given it to him for one of their birthdays. It was one of the only items they had to remember their parents by. Wanda had always had her mother's ring, and she thought it was appropriate that Pietro had their fathers.
The other avengers had turned around to give Wanda the semblance of privacy, but they all returned their gaze when she asked for their help.
Natasha was the closest, and with nimble fingers, she put the wedding band to rest around Wanda's neck next to where her mothers laid.
"This way, a part of them will always be with us"
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as his voice rang in her ears, another wave of sadness threatening to knock her over. Before she realized it, Vision had lifted Pietro from the bench and was on his way out of the door before he turned back to the teenager.
"I will mark the grave for when you want to come back."
Wanda shook her head and sat in the place where her brother's body had just been, looking down at her hands. Her lip quivered as she responded to him "there's nothing left for me here, I won't be back."
Clint shot Natasha a worried look before the pair took their seats across from Wanda, preparing to take off at any moment.
A short first chapter,but i just wanted to set the scene. The whole idea of her mourning her brother was completely ignored in the movies and I wanted to write something that showed her healing. Anyway, leave a review if you liked it!