Here is another Chapter.
Wanda was still crying when she made it back to the facility; it was like an endless stream of tears. Her eyes must have been all red from the crying and her face must have just looked red and puffy from her attempts to hide the sobbing. She could feel her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold back her sobs. She did not want to cry at all, especially in front of her teammates. The last thing she needed right now was someone asking her what was wrong.
Her heart felt weighed down with guilt, like an immeasurable pain taking a deep root inside of her heart. She got off of her bike, and leaned against the wall sinking to the floor. Did love hurt this much? Or guilt? Either emotion or maybe both were welled inside her, tearing at her heart. It felt like it would never go away. It just continued to eat at her. She had done the right thing, ending her relationship with Xander before it even began. Maria had been right; it was better to sort out her feelings before she did something she could regret. But she ended up regretting the fact that she had broken his heart. Did he hate her now? Was he crying just as much as she was? Wanda had long since sworn never to use her powers unjustly, and this was of no exception. But it bothered her not knowing what he felt. He opened his heart to her and she had no choice but to stomp on it for his safety
So did she do the right thing? She kept telling her self that, but she just felt stuck. Like she had caught her self in some trance with her own powers and it was refusing to release her.
She wanted nothing more than to feel better, but at what cost? She could never go back to him; he was safer without her. And she had all but told him to leave her alone; how could anyone forgive that. She wasn't like some lovesick schoolgirl pining over someone resisting her; it was quite the opposite. But she just couldn't be responsible for killing him if anyone used him to get to her. She had already lost everyone she cared about, Pietro and her parents. The Avengers were slowly becoming her family, but they all knew the risks of the superhero life; Pietro had died a Hero after all. But her parents, they were a casualty of war. Wanda was a soldier in that war now, trying her best to keep the battle away from those who were unable to defend themselves. People die everyday, but they shouldn't be killed.
Wanda sighed, her breath heavy as she gulped in the air. With her knees to her chest and her head resting on them, she just sat there for who knows how long. She had done the right thing. She kept crying, desperate for relief.
To her surprise, she heard someone sink to the floor next to her, with a metallic clunk, startled, Wanda looked up to see herself looking at Vision. He was just staring at her, his aqua eyes boring strait into her green ones. She felt her breath hitch, god she looked so stupid right now. She was lucky that the Vision couldn't feel any emotion because she did not need any right now. The two just sat there in silence looking at each other, Wanda unable to speak because of her sore throat.
Vision opened his mouth "is everything alright Wanda? I can sense your elevated heart rate" he said in his emotionless British accented voice.
Of course Vision just had to ask her business. Wanda was not in the mod for this right now. But she couldn't just ignore Vision or shrug this off as a 'oh it just happens kind of thing' because what woman would just start crying in a garage for no reason.
But she really couldn't blame him for wondering. Vision was only a few weeks old, born the same day ultron was. Despite having all the power in the world, including the mind Stone that powered him, he was still as naïve as any other child that was curious about anything. That's what she ended up with, if she had to guess. Well at least he was a very good friend. He had saved her life after all, when Stark and the others managed to destroy the floating landmass.
But she digressed. Maybe talking about it was the better thing to do. At least Vision was not one to go blabbing about it to the others.
She opened her mouth, but to her surprise her response was " its nothing Vision." She said. Her eyes widened. Did she really just say that? Well, maybe it was for the best. She didn't really want to talk about her problems.
Without waiting for a response, she stood up and quickly made her way out of the garage, making a beeline for her room. She needed to wash her face. There were still tears that needed to be washed away.
Xander stared out the window where he saw Wanda leave. He couldn't believe what had just happened. The girl, no Wanda, he reminded himself had come to see him. she had come. but in the end it had been to tell him that it was too dangerous to be together, even as friends. He could understand; he had seen the damage done in the city when he visited it several years ago. it was a massacre. It had taken months just to clear out the debris; they were still trying to complete the construction that was needed to repair the city. But to be a hero right in the middle of it? that was something Xander would never be prepared for. Wanda was right to tell him it was dangerous, not that he wanted to go rushing into battle anyway. He would leave that to her.
It was just… for the longest time, she was the first person to look at him and not see some disabled kid with a sketchpad. She saw him, Xander, just a normal guy who happened to have a crush on a beautiful woman who seemed like she was hurting inside. He had as knack for that, since he studied psychology. When he first saw her at the diner, he could see the subtle sadness in her face; like she was trying to hide it.
But he did notice. He had memorized her beautiful face in a matter of seconds. After she sat down and stared at the sunset, he had drawn her in that position. Sure he hadn't had a good look at her face then, but the picture was drawn well enough or so he believed.
It certainly surprised him when she showed up at his table thanking him for the strawberry drink he had given her. so much so that he didn't know what to say (or write, he supposed)
In the end, could he see her again? No. She didn't want to see him again. The only way she was going to see him again was if they happened to run into each other, which considering the size of New York seemed rather impossible. It wasn't like any could stroll up to their headquarters, he was sure of that.
It was sad of course, but in the end there really nothing he could d about it. with a heavy heart, he turned away, trying to hide the tears brimming in his eyes.
Wanda moved gracefully, dodging the punches and kicks that Starks robots sent her way. After all the time she spent trying to wash away the feeling of guilt, she was now trying her hardest to just move on. It was working, she supposed. The thrill of battle, the rush of adrenaline. She was moving like a dancer.
She dodged spun and jumped her way around the robot, before using her condensed red blast to send the robot flying into the wall. Against and through. It went smashing into the next room, leaving a Stark robot-sized whole in the wall. She winced that was definitely not what she intended. Hitting it that hard during a training match was definitely going to raise some questions.
Especially since Rogers was there, watching her. he wanted to evaluate her and judging by her unintended harshness, she doubted that he was impressed, even without the need to read his mind. As if his loo of annoyance wasn't an indicator as well
Well, she was just going to have the face the consequences of this.
Steve made his way to Wanda, shaking his head "Wanda," he started "you need to learn control. Understandably there will be some destruction if we end up facing up against stronger enemies, but even then we must learn not to get carried away."
There he went again, spouting lectures about damage control. Not that Wanda was against it; she wanted to keep everything safe. It was just that Steve's lectures could go in forever if he wanted to.
She just ignored him. She wasn't ready for combat yet, she could tell that. Her emotional instability and stress were getting to her. At least that's what Rogers was saying; that is if she was listening. She knew that the trouble was her fault, considering she was trying to move on from the guilt she was feeling, but considering she had just thrown a training robot into the wall, it seemed more likely that she was going to need a break before being able to train again.
After Steve finished his ignored tirade, Wanda waited for his judgment. "Wanda… I think its best if you take a few days off for now. You've been distracted lately. Take all the time you need"
isn't that the truth? Wanda nodded before making her way back to her room. se could use some time to her self, especially since she was feeling terrible about her actions. So a little rest couldn't hurt her at all.
The facility was quiet at least in the dormitory area. Good she needed some peace and quiet at the moment. She made her way back into her room, locking the door as she did so. She did not want to be disturbed.
Steve watched as Wanda left the room, growing concerned. Wanda was eternally confusing to him, as was woman in general. She had been upset about her brother's death, which was something he could understand, since he saw his best friend die during World War two. Or at least that's what he thought had happened. He knew now that wasn't the truth, but he knew how it felt to lose someone that you cared about.
He had lost everything. He had spent 70 years in an iceberg, waking up in an unfamiliar world with everyone he had fought alongside with either dead or dying. He was trying to adjust of course, but it had proven difficult to accept at first. Now he was happy, accepting the world he was devoted to saving. He had already done so multiple times from Hydra and Ultron. Wanda just needed some time. Healing took time
He figured that Natasha was the one who would probably help her, since the two had gotten quite close. But for now it would be better if Wanda were left alone.
Still Sad? i want it to get happier.
