"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MAXIMOFF?!"
Clint runs to her, but she just moves farther toward the edge.
"Clint...Just let me do this. My life has no point, I have no one to protect, to care about."
"Yes, you do." Natasha comes up from behind him, her voice low and dangerous. "You have us. You have the world. You're an Avenger now, you gave up the right to quit when you started. Is this what your brother would have wanted? No. He would have wanted you to live, to actually live, not exist." She was slowly inching forward.
"You come any closer, and I jump." Wanda's thickly accented voice tripped over itself.
"If you jump, we call falcon. And if we call Falcon, the whole tower knows, and if the whole tower knows, then you won't be happy." Clint knows her too well.
"Then I''ll just have to hit the ground faster." She smiled sadly.
"I don't know what school you went to, Little Witch, but that is Not how gravity works." Natasha was about five feet from her now.
"And if you don't come back inside with us, we'll tell FRIDAY to put up the security shields and tell Tony."
"And Steve."
Natasha lunged for her wrist, and she flung herself off the building.
An alarm immediately went off.
They held true to their word.
Within the second, Falcon came swooping to catch her, but a wave of her hand and his eyes turned scarlet and he flew back up.
"I'm sorry, Clint-" But her voice was stopped by the air whooshing out of her.
Could I have hit the ground this quickly?
Then she looks down.
She's suspended by a sort of net made out of glowing blue stuff.
Clint leaps down, Natasha quickly following suit, and pulls her into his arms.
"Never again, okay? Never again are you allowed to scare us like that." Clint says, pulling her into a hug.
She clings to him, her body racking wit sobs.
"I-I'm s-sorry." She manages through the tears.
"Don't you dare blame yourself for this, Little Witch." Natasha was already talking into her phone. "It's not your fault. And before you say anything," She says seeing Wanda's expression, "It's not Quicksilver's, either. I'm sorry about your brother, we all are, but you can't leave us here. You are one of the most powerful avengers, and we need you."
Without her noticing, they were slowly pulling her through an open window, where, unbeknownst to her, the other Avengers waited.
As soon as they got inside, Steve (who had surprisingly been becoming her friend in the few weeks before she shut him out) took her from Clint and hugged her.
"Never again, Maximoff. Never. Again."
A few days later, and The Avengers are still making her sleep in one of the numerous living rooms with her. Steve makes breakfast, and Natasha makes cake (who knew?). Clint just buries her in blankets while Stark forces her to watch movies. Thor tells her stories of Asgard and Hulk mostly sleeps.
They haven't had any missions since the roof incident, and Wanda has a sneaking suspicion that Clint talked Coulson out of them.
"I'm going to the garden." Wanda stands suddenly.
All heads look at her.
"No poisoning yourself." Stark shoved another cup of cocoa in her hand.
"Okay." she promises.
She walked up the stairs to the small third-story courtyard.
The roses were always her favorite.
Pietro had loved them too.
She breaks down crying and sits on a bench, clutching her jacket around her against the cold wind.
"Don't cry." It was Pietro's voice.
Wanda look sup to see a glowing Pietro, no bullet holes.
"Pietro!" She runs into his arms, burying her face in his chest. "I missed you so, so much..." she sobs into his chest, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist.
"It's okay, I'm here now, I'm here to say good bye...
"But-but you can't leave-you can't!" she sniffles.
"Sis, you have to stay safe. You can't try to kill yourself again, I need you to stay alive, I-you can't die because of me. I won't let you." Tears start rolling down Pietro's cheeks.
"I promise, Pietro, I promise, I promise..." He holds her on the bench for a while, just letting her cry into him, letting her say goodbye.
"I love you, so, so much, you know that right? I'd do anything for you. I'd die for you." She curls closer to him.
"I know.."
So that's how she falls asleep, in his arms, happy, if only for a few minutes.
Tony Stark watches Wanda huddled into her brother's figure, and sighs. He would have to turn him off sometime.
Pietro Maximoff-his final gift to her-the little broken witch.
He tells himself that it was the right thing to do, that the real Pietro would have wanted him to give Wanda a last glimpse of him-if only a computer generated hologram.
So he turns away from the window and presses a button on his keyboard, then goes to the small garden to collect her.
He hopes it's enough to get her though everything that's happened.
"You did the right thing, Tony." Natasha lays a hand on his back.
"Did I?"
"Yeah."
They hug, holding each other together.
"Yeah you did."