Vision reached the Helicarrier, he landed gently and turned to face Wanda who was still cradled in his arms, he noted that she did not want to stand and so he carried her inside.
Wanda kept her face buried into the nook of Visions neck, not daring to look at the people on the carrier, not wanting to be noticed and not wanting to engage with anyone.
Being in Visions arms made her feel safe and she took solace in the fact that she could enter her mind, a mind where she forced the image of Pietro, alive and well, her mind forcing the bridge to reform in her alternate mindset.
Miss Maximoff
Visions voice in her mind snapped her from the mind altering thoughts and she shut her eyes, sending out her reply.
Yes?
Vision stopped moving, causing Wanda to wonder what was in his way?
She cast her mind out, feeling for the presence of the person that was in front of them.
Clint Barton
The man that her brother saved.
He was stood in the corridor, his face was downcast from what Vision could tell and was contorted with emotion, guilt.
Vision was the first to speak.
"Mr Barton, is there something the matter?"
"I need to speak with the girl"
Clints voice was low and Vision suddenly did not know what to do.
Wanda noted Visions conundrum and sighed as she patted his chest, speaking in a whisper.
"Its ok Vision"
He let her down and turned to leave but she grasped his hand, he turned to her but her eyes were downcast, she spoke in his mind, not wanting to show her weakness to Clint.
Stay with me.
He did, he stayed by her side and watched as Clint approached.
"erm.. Wanda, right?"
Clints voice was small and solemn as he spoke.
Wanda nodded, the tears were beginning to well in her eyes as she tried to push the thoughts of her brothers death away, she wanted to keep up the lie, she wanted to slip back into the alternate reality in her mind, a reality where the bridge between hers and Pietros minds had never fallen and he was still very much alive.
Vision squeezed her hand, causing her to jolt from the thought, she glanced up at him, noting his soft gaze upon her.
She smiled sadly back to the synthezoid that had saved her life and set her gaze to Clint.
Clint froze when Wanda's eyes had met his, she was pale and her eyes were cold, the red mist of her power was underlying beneath the surface of her irises, he could see the grief riddling away at her form and the only words he could muster out were.
"I'm sorry"
Wanda cracked
He's what?!
Wanda pulled her hand from Vision and strode towards Clint, her hand raised and fell at full force towards his cheek.
She slapped him.
Her eyes were a fury of Scarlet flame but she refused to call forth her power.
What good would come from killing the person that Pietro had died protecting?!
her mind was ablaze with anger and grief.
Vision went to lay his hand on her shoulder but this time Wanda did call forth her power as the touch was the last thing she wanted, she didnt want comforting, she didnt want to live and now her anger was laid towards the being that had saved her.
She pushed him backwards with a wave of her power that had cascaded out of her.
She turned to him, noting the surprise on his usually emotionless face and her voice broke as she spoke.
"I didnt ask you to save me! I was meant to die too!"
And at the she ran off.
Vision was still shocked for a good 10 seconds after Wanda had vacated the area, leaving a red hand mark on Clints face and surprisingly to Vision, what he would imagine as the same sort of stinging feeling inside his chest.
During her grieven fit of rage, Wanda had somehow collided with the red head that the others refer to as Natasha Romanoff The Black Widow.
She hissed as she tried to move herself away from the spy but found herself unable as Natasha held a tight grip on Wanda's upper arm, stating a simple.
"Come with me"
Wanda didnt really have a choice as the spy dragged her along like a mother dragging their child home.
To Wanda's surprise Natasha had brought her to a secluded room, it looked more like a bar as there were some stools and she noted the array of alcohols that were kept behind the tall black bar top.
Natasha pulled out a bottle and 2 glasses and started pouring the dark liquid inside, she slid one of the glasses over to Wanda.
"Drink, it will take the edge off"
Wanda nodded and began sipping the liquid, it was bitter, probably a whiskey she thought and sat at the bar while Natasha stood on the other side.
Natasha watched Wanda rather intently, not sure where to begin a conversation and so she opted to talk about the others, hoping it might take her mind off of the fact that her brother is indeed very much dead.
"You know Steve is such an ass sometimes"
Natasha stated matter-of-factly, causing Wanda to spit a bit of the drink out in disbelief.
"Captain America?"
Wanda asked, curiosity seeping into her eyes.
Natasha smiled and nodded
"Yeah, he is terrible! he has so many flaws, I have no idea how any woman can swoon for him"
Natasha had now started laughing.
Wanda rested her head ontop her hand as she placed her elbow on the bar top, her eyes intrigued.
Natasha noted the girls calmer demeanor and carried on.
"He calls others out for their language but he is the worst when it comes to the foul mouth! and he cant cook! oh my! if he ever offers to make you something, then just flat out refuse and order in"
Wanda began to laugh as she watched the usually calm spy speak of her team mate.
Natasha knelt down against the bar top as her feature became more somber.
"And then we have Banner, oh I have no idea what to do about him"
Wanda noted the sadness in the widows voice, she didnt want to pry into a thought that was clearly causing the woman distress.
Natasha sighed loudly and poured herself another drink
"I wont even bother talking to you about Tony, because everyone knows that he is probably the biggest asshole there is"
Wanda nodded in agreement and Natasha smiled.
"Thor is.. well.. I'm not sure how I would describe Thor?"
Natasha thought for a moment but was shook from her thoughts as Wanda chirped in.
"What do you think of Vision?"
Natasha quirked her brow at the question and again took a second to think before finally shrugging.
"I dont really know him, I only met him a few hours ago"
Wanda nodded and cast her gaze down into the glass as she recalled using her powers on him earlier.
Natasha noted the change in demeanor and smiled as she asked.
"What do you think of him?"
Wanda instantly blushed from the question and found herself stuttering
"M-me? W-w-well I-I too dont really erm.. know him.."
Natasha nodded as a smirk appeared before her face and Wanda gulped, she could sense the woman's curiosity.
She knew.
Natasha ran a hand through her hair as she spoke again, this time her voice was gentle and friendly with a hint of playfulness.
"Ya know, if you like him then it would be best to tell him now.. I mean he is an.. android? so it's best to get it over with.. I mean... he might not even be able to reciprocate? and it would be awkward for the new members to start off with hearbreak"
Wanda sighed and nodded slowly.
She knew that would be for the best but how could she even face him now after what she had just done.
Natasha poured her another drink, this time she filled the glass and handed it over stating
"Dutch courage"
She winked and Wanda nodded, she inhaled the drink and got up,
she would at the very least apologise for attacking him, she mused as she headed out in search for Vision.
Vision was now in the main cockpit area of the helicarrier, he was discussing Ultron, the battle and his birth with the others when Wanda walked in, her eyes were downcast as she tried to blend into the background, not wanting any of the others to come and speak of Pietro or the glowing red mark across Clints left cheek.
Natasha came in shortly after Wanda and instantly noticed Bartons face as she spoke, halting the conversation between the rest of the avengers and Vision.
"Woah Barton, did you fall into someones hand?"
Barton casted her a sad smile and scoffed as he spoke
"Haha, very funny Nat, not everyone can come out of battle looking like they just came out of a Loreal advert"
Natasha nodded, stating a touchè to her comrade and went to sit amongst the rest of them.
Wanda had been watching the engagement between both spies and found herself cowering as she tried to avoid eye contact with Clint.
She felt a little bit of remorse for slapping him that hard, but in her defense, she needed to do it.
She glanced down to her hands, noting the assembly of rings and bracelets, they had been given to her by Pietro, every single metal, gold and silver piece had been a gift that Pietro gave her. He usually found them amongst the rubble as he scavenged for anything that would be helpful for them while they had been sleeping rough in Novi Grad and he would always give them to her with the most beautiful smile on his face.
A tear fell and landed on her hands.
She didnt have the energy to wipe it away and instead focused her energy on the altering mentality mindset that she had created within her subconscious, seeping back into an area in her mind where the bridge between her and Pietro stood.
She smiled as she slipped into her denial.
A/N- I hope your enjoying as much as me!
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