Hey everyone! Here's an unusually long chapter because I couldn't control myself. I hope you enjoy it! I tried not to make it too boring, but some things may repeat, especially since I'm writing stuff from the movie and we've all seen that, probably a million times by now.

Anyway, I don't own the characters or the things I'm using from the movies.

X_X_X

Wanda detached herself from her body as she watched the TV. The footage from Lagos was like a knife to her heart as she saw all the damage she had caused, as she heard the accusations from the new anchor.

It's your fault, she told herself. Your fault, your fault, your fault.

The moment played in her mind on repeat as she watched her mentor hesitate at the mention of Bucky. She knew they were in trouble when Rumlow said that name and she watched from the shadows, ready to jump in when she was needed.

Wanda noticed him activate the bomb vest before Steve and, terrified for her friend, she'd jumped in and tried to contain the explosion.

She hadn't thought about how hard it would be, how the energy of the explosion would make her powers go haywire.

The only thing on her mind was to get the bomb as far away from Steve as possible and the only solution had been up. She was so close, just a few seconds away from reaching open air.

But then she lost control and instead of saving the people she'd promised to protect she ended up killing them. And now this Wakanda place was judging her and the world was afraid of her.

And what hurt most out of everything was Steve's look as he watched the damage she had caused. Disappointment was evident in his broken gaze, it was apparent in the way he ran towards the destroyed building without so much as a glance at her.

Wanda's mind came back to sense when she heard the TV shut off.

Her powers hummed with recognition.

"It's my fault," she said, refusing to face him and see the disappointment there.

"That's not true," he said.

"Turn the TV back on," she said, turning her head in his direction. "They're being very specific."

She finally set her eyes on him and her insides twisted painfully to see him avoiding her gaze.

"I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it," Steve said, straightening up and finally looking at her.

She could feel his apology radiating off of him in waves as he made his way closer to her.

"Rumlow said 'Bucky'... and all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn."

He sat down next to her and all she could do was watch him, slowly realizing that the disappointment wasn't directed at her- it was for himself.

"And people died," he said, not looking at her. "It's on me."

Her heart ached for him.

"It's on both of us," she told him, her own way of saying she still had his back.

Shortly after, Vision came in saying Tony had returned and brought a guest.

It took all of five minutes for Steve to reassure her that nothing bad was going to happen, that the Secretary of State probably just wanted to talk about what occurred in Lagos.

He had grasped her hand as they made their way down to the conference table, only letting go so he could take his seat.

The meeting blurred once they were shown footage of all the damage they had caused in result of their 'avenging.' Wanda stared at the screen, frozen, when they showed footage of Sokovia and Lagos. She wanted to pause the video when she saw her brother on the screen alongside the Avengers, helping evacuate the city. Wanda didn't know if she could handle more of this.

She didn't notice Steve watching her, barely even heard him say, "That's enough."

Her body was cold with fear, her powers were raging with all the accusations thrown her way. She didn't know when they had moved but she was no longer sitting at the table and Vision was next to her, offering silent support.

What she did notice was Tony saying how something would be done to the team and it wouldn't be pretty.

"You're saying they'll come for me," she said, plucking the words from his thoughts.

Vision was the one who answered her and she looked at him blankly. She tried to focus on the discussions going on around her but they all turned into a continuous hum, only to be broken by Steve saying he had to go. As much as she wanted to ask him where, beg him to take her with her, her body remained out of her reach as she sat next to Vision staring at nothing.

X_X_X
A question of safety! Wanda thought angrily.

She was pacing in her room trying to control her anger before making something explode. Goodness knows that'd be perfect right then.

I can't believe it! One mistake and I have to be the one locked up? What gives Tony that right? What gives Vision that right? Isn't he supposed to be on my side? Steve wouldn't allow this! Ste-

Wanda stopped her pacing and stood still in the middle of her room.

Steve.

Wanda sent her powers through every inch of the building looking for the only person she trusted, the only one she knew would be on her side. She felt panic rise inside her when she couldn't find him.

No, he wouldn't leave me here like this. He'll come for me, she thought as her powers came back to here sans Steve. Even searching outside the building, she couldn't pick up on his mind.

How long has he even been gone? she asked herself.

She didn't know how long it was since the discussion with the team. Hell, she didn't even know how long ago she had talked with Vision, and she was pretty sure that had been fairly recent.

"Dammit!" she cursed, throwing a ball of power at her pillow. She watched with mild amusement as it blew up and threw feathers everywhere. With a wave of her hand they collected at the corner of her room and she sat down in the middle of her bed.

Not even a minute passed before she realized she didn't want to be in her room, so she walked out to the living room.

"Wanda," Vision called from the kitchen, still attempting to save his failed paprikash.

"Please don't," she said before sitting down on the floor and closing her eyes.

"Meditation had been known to-"

Wanda opened her eyes, letting her anger turn them red and glared at the synthetic man.

"Vision, just stop. Right now I don't want to hear it."

His silence was welcome as she closed her eyes again and focused on her powers. She felt it caressing her mind, dancing along her fingers, and beating in time with her heart.

I wonder if I could use it on myself.

Not seeing why she couldn't try since she was being held hostage by her boyfriend, Wanda cleared her mind and called her powers to her.

She visualized walking into her own mind, which was ridiculously spacious for a mind. However, Wanda kept walking around until she came to a door. It looked much like the room doors back at HYDRA and she hesitantly placed her hand on the doorknob.

She could feel a thumping on the wall which reminded her of the times she'd feel a pulse at the base of her brain. The feel of it was the same and she opened the door to see swirling red fill the room.

Feeling her powers call for her, she reached out with a hand to caress the thing that had become a part of her. A red tendril climbed up her arm and she was taken to a different place.

Wanda saw herself in a room, much like the training room in the Avenger's base. She could see the frustration in herself and winced as her other self kicked a chair.

She was surprised to see the shock on her face as her powers reached out to keep the chair from falling.

Why am I so surprised? I've always known I could do that. It was the first thing I learned with Dr. List.

And what is this? Is it a memory? she asked herself. The humming of her powers confirmed her thoughts.

Wanda continued watching herself.

She cringed when the chair fell, and she laughed as she saw her memory self stand so uncomfortably with her hands out.

Her own powers danced around her as she watched the memory Wanda finally get the red to take hold of the chair again.

"The first time we officially met," Wanda muttered to herself. She felt the red seep into her and warmth spread across her chest as if it were giving her a hug. She shifted uncomfortably and turned her head as the door in her memory began to open. She saw a flash of something metallic before she was ripped out of her own mind.

Wanda opened her eyes and saw Vision hovering in a corner at the opposite side of the room. Standing up, she turned her head to where she heard the noise that drew her out of the memory. She quickly walked to the window and Vision came up beside her.

"What is it?" she asked once she got over the shock of seeing it was night time already.

"Stay here, please," was all he said as he flew through the wall to see what caused the explosion.

She felt her powers rise like the hair on her arms and she quickly used them to call a knife to her aid, throwing it at the intruder who snuck their way into the room with her. She stopped it right before the knife struck.

"Guess I should knocked," came the smart reply from an amused Clint as he tipped the knife away from him.

"Oh my god," Wanda breathed out, realizing that she could have killed him. "What are you doing here?"

"Disappointing my kids," he said as she walked over to him.

He then took out an arrow and shot it at the wall before turning to the other side and shooting another one at the kitchen island.

"I'm supposed to go waterskiing. Cap needs our help. Come on," he said, taking her arm and dragging her with him as he walked towards the door.

Cap! Steve, she thought.

"Clint!," Vision called out from behind them. They stilled.

"You should not be here."

Clint let go of Wanda's hand and turned to face Vision. She followed his lead.

"Really?" he said. "I retire for, what, like five minutes, and it all goes to shit."

Wanda wanted to smile at the archer.

"Please consider the consequences of your actions," Vision said as he floated closer to them.

Wanda saw Clint look at his arrows.

"Okay, they're considered," he said right as his arrows made a force field around Vision, effectively holding him in place.

"Okay, we gotta go," he muttered into Wanda's ear and took off running.

Wanda turned to look at his retreating back.

It's your fault.

Sokovia.

Your fault.

Lagos.

Yourfaultyourfaultyourfault.

He turned when he realized she wasn't following him.

"It's this way," he said, pointing to the door.

Wanda hesitated.

"I've caused enough problems," she said, looking down at the sleeves her hands were fidgeting with.

She looked up when she heard him jog back. He stopped right in front of her.

"You gotta help me, Wanda," he said. "Look, you wanna mope, you can go to high school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass."

Wanda opened her mouth to argue back but he wasn't paying her attention anymore.

"Shit."

She heard Vision break out of his holds using the stone and Clint brushed her out of the way.

Wanda stood awkwardly as she watched Vision and Clint fight. She knew Clint had no chance at winning against Vision and she flinched when her boyfriend held Clint in a headlock.

Wanda knew her anxiousness was showing but she didn't care. She had to make a decision.

"Clint, you can't overpower me," Vision said, holding a struggling Hawkeye.

"I know I can't," Clint answered.

His green eyes landed on Wanda.

"But she can," he said with all the confidence she was lacking.

Wanda glanced down to see her powers had come to her without her knowing. Allowing it to gather in a small ball between her hands, Wanda walked forward to face Vision.

She saw his eyes grow in fear.

"Vision, that's enough. Let him go," she said. "I'm leaving."

His eyes sharpened and he stood firmly against her with Clint still in his arms.

"I can't let you," he stated.

Well, I wasn't asking for permission, she thought to herself.

Wanda pulled her hands apart and felt herself connect to the stone. She allowed Clint to slip through Vision's hands.

"I'm sorry," she said, though she didn't know who she was apologizing to. To Clint for letting him fall to the floor, or Vision for using the stone against him.

She tried pushing Vision to the floor but he fought back.

"If you do this," he said with a pause. The floor cracked under him. "They will never stop being afraid of you."

Wanda let the anger wash over her until she could barely restrain it.

"I can't control their fear," she said as she used more force to push him down. "Only my own."

She walked closer to him and looked into his eyes for a second.

We're done, she thought at him before sending him crashing through multiple floors and deep into the earth.

Wanda was out of breath when she finally let go of him. She barely noticed Clint standing next to her, looking down at the mess she'd caused with Vision.

"Oh…" he said.

She turned to look at him and he glanced at her.

"Come on, we got one more stop."

He walked away and Wanda glanced down one more time before leaving Vision and the tower behind her.

X_X_X

"Who are we going for?" Wanda asked the archer.

She was sitting in a white van as Clint drove to pick up another person that was supposed to help them.

"Scott Lang, I think. That's what Sam said anyway. Apparently the guy is good."

"Have you met him?" she asked.

Clint shook his head.

"So why are we trusting him, then?" she questioned.

"Because we don't have much of a choice now, do we?" he shot back.

Wanda looked out the window and watched the passing cars.

"What's up with you? You look like shit," he said from beside her.

Wanda pursed her lips together in a forced smile.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically.

"I mean it, kid. You look like you haven't slept in days."

Wanda shrugged.

"Alright, you know what? Use this time to sleep. I'll get the guy and take us to Cap. You rest up so you don't look like death when we get there," he said.

Wanda smiled at the older man and was glad he was still with them. His paternal instincts shone through the Hawkeye persona and she knew his kids would gain a lot from his lectures and caring nature.

She sent up a thank you to Pietro before closing her eyes.

Just like before, Wanda let the red wrap around her and pull her into the room hidden within her mind.

She stood on a moving train and looked around to see herself standing with someone else, looking down the side of the train.

Walking closer, Wanda recognized the man as the Winter Soldier, the man she was supposed to help Steve find. Looking down, she saw him again, only she knew this was Bucky before all the shit HYDRA did to him.

Am I… Am I watching his memories?

She felt a cooling sensation at the back of her head and knew she was right in her assumptions.

She watched in horror as he fell from the train and followed her other self along with the Soldier to where Bucky fell. She knew this. She'd seen this all in her dream and even told Steve about it, thinking that it was her overactive imagination filling in the gaps from his file.

Red covered her vision and she was standing behind herself and her brother in a training room. She saw men walk in and she remembered that this was when she first met Alexander and the Soldier.

Alexander, she thought bitterly, somehow knowing he meant trouble.

Her vision swam again and she was in an office with him. They were talking about missions and she knew Pietro had just left on his first mission with someone. But who.

Rumlow, came a whisper to her mind and everything clicked. She remembered this too, she remembered being taken to a room and… and…

That bastard! she thought, tears streaming down her face as she watched herself be rid of her memories.

Suddenly the scene was cleared of all the people in it and it was just the chair in the middle of the room.

The Blender, she thought humorlessly.

Her powers began to swirl in the chair, taking form of a person. It was only a silhouette but she could still tell it was a person. It laid back and the arms above the chair lowered.

Wanda remembered what the chair did, but she knew that if she sat there, she'd know everything about herself.

Her powers were urging her to sit, the silhouette sitting with its arms wide open.

Powers… she thought, suddenly disliking the taste it left in her mouth.

It's more like… Magic.

An excited hum filled her and she knew she was right.

What Pietro had were powers, what she had was magic.

And she trusted it without a doubt.

Wanda walked to the chair and sat down. Her magic embraced her as the arms lowered and when the cold arms grasped her head everything came rushing back.

X_X_X

"Oh my god," Wanda said with a sob.

Clint nearly drove off the road in surprise. One second she was sleeping semi-peacefully and the next she was up with a cry.

"Wanda, what's wrong?" he asked, glancing at the girl beside him. She had tears in her eyes and looked much paler than when they first started the drive.

"Oh my god," she repeated in a whisper.

Pietro and I were with HYDRA longer than we thought.

We fought for them, killed for them.

We met the Winter Soldier. I dated the Winter Soldier. Not just once, but twice.

We were wiped of our memories for my foolishness. Our memories were taken from us twice just because I decided to go ahead and fall in love with a broken man.

I'm so sorry Pietro. Please forgive me, brother. I'm-

Oh my god, Wanda thought with discomfort. Nat and I dated the same man. We loved the same man.

"Wanda?"

Shit! What am I supposed to do now? We're driving to where they are. We're gonna face each other and what if he doesn't remember me? What if he does?

Holy shit, this is more awkward than the fight we're getting into.

"Wanda!" Clint whisper-yelled, glancing cautiously in the back seat. Wanda briefly noticed a man sleeping back there.

"What, Clint?" she asked, irritated at having her freak out interrupted.

"What's wrong?" he demanded.

Wanda opened her mouth to tell him but then realized it wouldn't make much sense. Not without telling him everything and that would take a long time. Much longer than what they had.

"I just… I just realized that Steve found Bucky. We won't need to go Bucky hunting anymore," she improvised.

From the side glance Clint threw her way she knew he didn't believe her.

She decided it was time for waterworks.

"What if he doesn't want me around anymore? His friend is more important to him than a moody orphan," she said, choking up on tears she didn't think were fake anymore.

"Clint, I'm no good for the team. What if he realizes this? I'm just one problem after another. I don't deserve to be an Avenger, I don't-" she broke off as she felt herself begin to hyperventilate.

"Wanda, hey, Wanda," Clint said, reaching over and grasping her hand in his. "Stop that. You are an Avenger because you deserve to be one. You've proved yourself to the team. And sure, you've messed up lately, but all of us have been there before, trust me."

She looked over at him and he turned briefly to smile at her.

"I know you and the Cap have gotten close, Nat told me many times. You know," he said with a chuckle. "She even started getting jealous."

"What?" she asked in disbelief.

Nat and the Cap?

That… that actually made a lot of sense.

"Shit," he cursed. "Pretend you didn't hear that, Nat would kill us both if she found out you knew."

Wanda turned to grin at him and when he didn't get a response, he turned to face her. His own smile formed when he saw her overjoyed expression.

"Anyway, as I was saying, you and the Cap are close. He wouldn't leave you behind, not even for Bucky," he said.

Wanda felt more at ease and took a deep breath.

"Thank you," she told him.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

"No problem, kid."

She saw him turn into an airport.

"Now, get ready because we're here," he said. His earlier joy smothered by the headache that lay ahead of them.

X_X_X

Wanda's face twisted into confusion as she saw a tiny blue car with three hunched figures drive into the parking lot.

"Is that them?" she asked Clint.

His answering laugh made her smile.

"Man, he really does suck at this," he said.

The car pulled up next to them and Wanda forced herself to look ahead.

Her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings and her hands shook with nerves.

"You okay?" Clint asked, eyeing her hands.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just a bit nervous about all that's about to happen," she answered.

"Yeah, well, it is what it is," he said, opening his door and getting out.

Wanda took in a deep breath and kept her eyes to the floor as she got out.

Whatever she did, she would not look at him.

"Cap," she heard Clint say in greeting.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice," she heard Steve answer.

She looked up, her eyes strictly on the archer.

"Hey man," Clint started, "You're doing me a favor. Besides," he said glancing back at her, "I owe a debt."

Wanda glanced down and felt Steve's gaze on her. She looked up and he nodded at her.

"Thanks for having my back," he told her.

Her fears and frustrations at being left behind were eating at her but she tilted her head in an indifferent shrug.

"It was time to get off my ass," she repeated the words Clint had used against her. The archer turned to look at her with amusement in his eyes.

"How about our other recruit?" Steve interrupted.

"He's rarin' to go," Clint said walking over to the van.

Wanda crossed her arms and risked a glance at the dark haired man standing on the other side of the car. He was looking away from the small reunion.

"Had to put a little coffee in him, but," she heard Clint continue. She looked over at the man sleeping in the back who jolted awake when the door was snapped open.

"He should be good to go," Clint finished.

"What timezone is this?" the man asked, slowly getting out of the car.

"Come on. Come on," Clint said, slightly pushing him in Cap's direction.

Wanda moved so she was out of their way and stood next to Clint.

She watched as Scott and Steve shook hands.

"Captain America," he said, still shaking Steve's hand. Wanda's heart warmed at the admiration in his voice.

"Mr. Lang," Steve greeted.

"It's an honor," Scott said. "I'm shaking your hand too long," he stated.

Wanda watched as Steve nodded his head in agreement. She struggled to contain her smile.

"Wow! This is awesome!" Scott said in disbelief.

He turned to her and she offered a polite smile.

"Captain America," he pointed out, obviously still not believing that they'd met. Wanda's smile became a little more genuine.

Scott did a double take when he saw her.

"I know you, too. You're great!" he said as he turned back to Steve.

Wanda's small smile turned into a grin as she watched the starstruck man. She bit back a laugh as he grabbed Steve's arms, clearly feeling the muscles there.

"Jeez," he said in admiration before taking his hands off of Steve. "Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people so… Thinks for thanking of me."

Wanda bit back her smile at his mix up. She was starting to like this guy.

"Hey man!" Scott said, pointing at Sam.

"What's up, Tic Tac?" he replied.

"Uh, good to see you. Look, about what happened last time when I-"

Sam interrupted him.

"It was a great audition but it'll…" Sam chuckled. "It'll never happen again."

Wanda looked over at the Soldier again and quickly glanced away as their eyes met.

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asked, dragging her attention to him.

"Something about some… psycho-assassins?" Scott asked.

Yeah? Which side are we talking about here? Wanda thought dryly.

"We're outside the law on this one," Steve informed him. "So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Scott replied, sounding oddly somber.

"We should get moving," Steve's friend said.

The Soldier. No, Bucky, Wanda argued with herself. She didn't know what to call him anymore.

"We got a chopper lined up," Clint said.

A man's voice spoke around the airport.

"They're evacuating the airport," the Soldier/Bucky said.

"Stark," Sam supplied.

"Stark?" asked Scott.

Glancing at Steve she straightened up and waited for his command.

"Suit up," the Captain said.