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Wanda was kneeling by her brother's grave, wondering what she should tell him this time. She was lost, so very lost. Pietro was the only family she had left and this was all that remained of him. A stone that held his name. She frowned.

"Pietro…. I don't know what to do. I promised that I would stay away from him. But he's hurt… because of some punk with a gun. The same as you were." She chocked, running her hand on the tombstone. It still felt so rough underneath her hand

The similarities were so very uncanny. Her parents killed by a large warhead shot at them during a skirmish while at a dinner table. Pietro, shot and killed by a gunship controlled by a killer robot. Xander shot and injured, possibly dead, by some punk with a gun.

Everyone Wanda cared about seemed to die. While Xander was in no way her family, why he was following in the same path that her family had? What did that mean for them? To her?

Maria had warned Wanda that she might be latching on to Xander due to Pietros death. Wanda after taking some time to think about it had to agree. The only reason she had gone to that diner was because Natasha was hoping to cheer her up. What happened? She met a boy who kissed her and healed the deep cavity in her heart. Or so she had thought.

After that she felt so confused. Did she like Xander or did she just like the fact he kissed her and made her feel loved once again. Of course she never had experienced that type of love so maybe there was that.

Wanda shook her head. Her thoughts were swirling inside of her head and she felt scattered, unable to pick them up fast enough. It was like something was squeezing her inside.

"Pietro… please. I don't know if I love him. How do I know if it's all right? All right to let him in. I lost you. I don't want to feel like that again."

Wanda knew that it was wishful thinking. In time the Avengers would die. Whether it was by old age or through the will of their enemies, the Avengers would die. The order however, was up to fate.

Wanda had already lost so much. The Avengers were her family now. Xander was… she didn't know but he was there.

There was no response. Wanda just sat there, begging for Pietro to answer her, but there was nothing.

Wanda looked at the sky screaming "Pietro!" she banged on his tombstone, losing control of her emotions. . She banged on it harder and harder, breaking her skin and drawing blood. She ignored the pain and kept pounding at the tomb.

"I don't want to love him! I don't want to lose him. Pietro, please! Tell me it will be alright!" She grasped his tombstone hugging it tightly, sobbing. Her tears fell down her face and dripped onto the ground.

"Answer me!" Wanda screamed "Pietro!"

Silence was her only response. Wanda collapsed on to the ground, sobbing into the grass, not caring anymore. She was alone in the world. Though the Avengers were her family, she didn't know what to do, or how they were going to be able to help her with this.

"I'm… I'm so pitiful Pietro… Crying over someone I don't even know." Pietro would have scolded her for acting like this. He was so overprotective. Wanda should have been glad for that, even if she might have been annoyed with it at times.

Wanda prided herself on not being dependent on others to care for her, but Pietros guidance was something she missed. True, he might not have had the best things to say, but sometimes having his opinion did help her.

She felt a rain drop on her head. She rolled over on her back, watching as the sky fill with grey clouds; it was as if the sky was crying for her. a moment later, rain began to fall. Wanda sighed, feeling the stinging cold of the rain. She didn't mind, at least at the moment. The rain was cleansing washing away the tears on her face and the uneasy feeling in her heart. But what was she supposed to do? She felt stuck. Xander probably hated her right now. If she went, would he turn her away? Or would he give her another chance?

She stood up, wrapping her arms around her, before making her way back to the facility. She needed to find out where Xander was.


Wanda stomped into the facility making her way to the Media room. Thankfully this one was empty, since everyone was watching a movie in the main common room. "FRIDAY!" she screamed. Stark had installed the A.I to assist anyone at the facility should they need it. Once again she hated how much she was relying on Stark right now.

"Yes, madam Maximoff" the female sounding A.I said. Wanda scoffed. 'Madam' made her sound old. She was the youngest person here! Not counting Vision who was created, not born (though technically he was the youngest out of all of them.

But she regressed. The programming of an A.I was not of importance to her right now. "Can you play the news report? The one about the shooting that Falcon was dealing with?" She asked.

The A.I turned on the TV, playing a recording of the news report. According to it, anyone who was hurt was taken to the closest hospital. Wanda frowned. She needed to get over there. She knew that it was stupid; she was playing into her own conflicted feelings.

But…. Still what if his family didn't know? He might be all alone in that hospital. No Wanda needed to get there. He needed her….

Could it be a mistake? Wanda did not want to cause Xander any more heartbreak than she already did; he likely didn't even want to se her again.

But for once in her life, she decided that she was going to be selfish. He needed someone to be there for him. Just in case.

Her mind was made up. She stomped out of the room, made her way to the garage and got on her bike, speeding straight to the city. Making her way to the hospital.


It was still raining when Wanda made it to the city; it was raining much harder than she thought it would. But then gain it was the summer season, so maybe this was what New York, or even all of America was like. Again, she didn't really know since she was new to the country in general. That might change in time, but for now, that's just what she thought. Still she was one who preferred the sun. She didn't mind the rain, but getting soaked was not on her style of fun. Pietro loved to run in the rain because he could never get wet. Not her. She preferred being dry. At least when in came to the rain.

That of course didn't mean anything when you were being soaked. She really wanted to find the nearest parking lot (preferably the one closest to the hospital, if not at the hospital) and get under the sweet roof just so that she could dry off.

After a long trek, she finally made it to the hospital. Unfortunately, the rain began to pick up at that very moment. Just her luck. He rain went from pouring down to drenching everything in sight in only a few seconds flat.

Wanda sighed. It was times like this she wished she had a real car. It would have saved her so much trouble. But unfortunately, for 'mission purposes' the team wanted her to get her motorcycle licenses first. That and Stark wasn't going to loan them his cars. Not that Wanda wanted to drive any of them. She just wanted a roof over her head to keep her from getting any more wet than she already was.

Wanda quickly got off of her bike and all but ran into the hospital. Needless to say there were quite a few people shocked to see a young woman drenched to the bone, wearing nothing but sweats and a t shirt, whilst it was pouring rain outside.

Wanda ignored their stares. They didn't know what she had to deal with trying to get here. She instead walked up to the receptionist's desk and quickly asked "excuse me, but have you had anyone come in here with a gunshot wound."

The receptionist looked up. "Who are you dear?"

Wanda sighed. "My name is Wanda. I believe that a friend of mine by the name of Xander is here after he was involved in a store robbery."

The Receptionists eyes clouded "I can look it up for you, but I need some ID before I can permit you to go see him."

Wanda showed the woman her ID, before the woman punched in some data on the computer. "Ah here it is Alexander James Wayne. Brought in for a gunshot wound to the chest… oh…." Her voice trailed off.

Wanda looked at her. What happened?" she said, her voice growing thick with concern. She hopped that it wasn't what she thought it was.

"It appears that they needed to remove the bullet; it was an inch from his artery. He was moved to the OR to get it removed before it could do any more damage." The receptionist explained. It might be a while before he's released."

Wanda sighed. "Does that mean I can wait here? She asked hopefully. The receptionist nodded "the waiting area is over there" she said.

Wanda nodded, before making her way to a chair and sitting on it. Xander was alive. Sure he was in an operating room, trying to get a bullet removed from his shoulder, but he was alive. Guess she didn't have to strangle the Falcon after all. She chuckled. Today had definitely not been one of her better days. But if everything worked out for the best, then it would be a much better day.

She looked out the window, were it was still raining. It was like the world was agreeing with her. She hoped that today would end up getting better.

As she continued to sit there, a young woman sat down next to her "its quite grey out there isn't it?" Wanda jumped turning to the woman next to her. She was tall and blond, some years older than Wanda, perhaps in her early mid twenties. She had green eyes and Wanda had to admit, very beautiful. She was dressed in a nurse's outfit. Clearly she must work her in the hospital.

Still Wanda was caught off guard not at all expecting anyone to come talk to her. She was just hoping that the wait wasn't going to be too long for her. But then again, maybe having another person to talk to would help pass the time.

"Yeah… It is." Wanda said. She still wasn't used to talking with strangers. So having one just come up to her and start a conversation was odd to her.

The woman gave her a grin "are you waiting for someone?" the woman asked Wanda. Wanda stiffened. This woman…. who was she?

"Yes… He's a good friend." Wanda said to the woman. "It wouldn't happen to be a Mr. Wayne would it? He is my patient." The woman said.

Wanda's eyes lit up, "Was he alright?" she asked, her eyes shining with hope. The young nurse nodded "he was barely breathing; blood loss, you know. But they said the chances of survival were good."

Wanda felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She gave a smile and leaned back into her chair "thank you…" she said.

The nurse stood up, offering Wanda her hand. "I'll call you when he can receive visitors. Nice to meet you…"

"Wanda"

The nurse smiled "Wanda… I'm Nurse Collins." The nurse said before walking away, leaving Wanda alone.


Well, did anybody catch the comic book villain reference in the chapter? there are a couple references actually! Review, Favorite and Follow.