Chapter 2: Dreams.

"Shelter… Shelter…" Kenjy thought to himself. He arrived at Sokovia, seeking to find a good home to reside to. He could see the crater that the psychologically-insane death-bot, Ultron, created. He wondered when the crater would be dealt with.

He didn't remember much about Sokovia. All he knew was about the battle that took place and the area where he first met Pietro Maximoff. The two were best friends, though at their young age, Kenjy didn't get to meet his sister. He decided to settle near there, and was a little thrilled when that place was near the giant crater.

There was a good building that still stood, 4-levelled, hard cement walls, all that he needed left was a little décor. He created a television, a 150mm X 90mm table that is 30mm in height, 6 chairs around it, a classic lamp, a classic clock, and 3 bedrooms, each fit for two or three.

He received a painful headache shortly though. He rested on the couch, fit for 7 people, and laid there, massaging his temples as he drifted to sleep…

"Ken"… I heard a voice, calling me…

"Ken…" I heard again, this time more clearly…

"I want to talk to you…" 'He' spoke to me. A voice so familiar.

"Ken…" He called again.

Kenjy woke up with a jumping start. He realised that he slept for two hours. He stood up and stretched his body, hearing satisfying cracks. Then he heard a knock on his door. "Kenjy?" A voice called out. He knew this voice well, recognising it as Wanda. He opened the door, and let the Maximoff in, although he hesitated because of the look of the interior. "This is where you are residing?" She asked the male individual, who was closing the door. "Not really a good idea, considering the distance of the crater. But this area holds a precious memory." Kenjy answered, fluid in his accent. He himself was also a Sokovian, but he didn't took part in the past protests of the country.

"And you're not afraid of landslide when it rains?" Wanda sat down on the couch, while Kenjy took a packet of bread from a cupboard. He, yet again, was a street beggar. However, there was no disaster or trouble that occurred, so he was relieved. "I'm not, but are you?"

Wanda just chuckled as he gave her a piece of bread, with the condiments set up for her to choose. For Kenjy, he preferred without the condiments. He sat down beside the Witch as he turned on the television. "Tell me, why are you upset?" Wanda asked the illusionist. He seemed to look just as depressed as her before when they were in the room at the Avengers base in New York.

"Uh… It's… Nothing." He lied. However, he was bad at doing so and Wanda was quick know. "It had something to do with my brother, isn't it?" Kenjy could only sigh as the Witch tried to comfort him, trying to share her sympathy. "You know, every time I look at you, you remind me of Pietro. I'm just as depressed as you are." The loss of a dear friend/brother was a truly heart-breaking news, both Sokovians shed a tear. However, Kenjy seemed more depressed than he looked. "He was the only friend I have. I never had a chance to be with my own parents, I wasn't able to make company with others, I was alone… Until he arrived. I felt as if he was an older brother to me, giving me something to eat when I starve on the streets. His death, when I knew about it from you, I felt my heart shatter into pieces that couldn't be distinguished from the other."

He was already crying, with the Witch realising why his brother kept taking pieces of food from their house when they were young. She wrapped her arms around the sorrowful Kenjy as she attempted to comfort him once more. She temporarily managed to read his mind as her hexes were able to briefly enter his subconscious. She still wasn't able to see his past memories of Pietro, but now she knew why he was still living right now.

She felt his body starting to become heavier as she struggled to keep him from falling; Kenjy fell unconscious. His mind couldn't handle all the pain Pietro's death gave him. Wanda fixed his body position so he could lie down comfortably on the couch as she stood up, taking her leave.

"How was the talk?" Sam asked as Wanda boarded the Avengers Quinjet. "I don't want to talk about it." She immediately responded, surprising Rhodes. "Something personal, I assume." Rhodes said as Sam started the Quinjet. 'What the?' Sam thought. The three Avengers groaned at one of the worst mistakes a pilot can do: forget refilling the fuel of his aircraft.

"Well, looks like we're gonna have to spend the night at his house then." Sam suggested.

Kock. Knock. Knock.

"Kenjy?" Rhodes called out. Little did he know that Kenjy was still asleep. "Let me try." Wanda readied her hexes. "No, we don't want to break his property." Sam stopped her.

"Kenjy?" called out the same voice.

"Pietro?"

"I need to talk to you." He said.

"Wait! Where are you?"

"Kenjy!" Rhodes yelled. The door opened in a swift movement, revealing the slightly startled sleepyhead. "I'm sorry guys, I was asleep." He excused himself. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well aren't you a heavy sleeper." Kenjy then asked why they came to him, Sam responding that he forgot to refuel the Quinjet, and the three were unable to return to the base back at New York.

"Please, rest here first." Kenjy insisted. He handed the two males a bottle of beer each. He wasn't a drinker, and he only kept such drinks for his friends. "Ordinary house you got here." Sam remarked about the design of Kenjy's home. He wasn't looking for good decorations, only a place to stay. Sam turned on the television to entertain themselves while Scytus went to get 500 litres of fuel (He found a huge storage of fuel when he got here in the first place.).

Changing the television channel, the three came across a cartoon channel. Though it seemed childish of them, Sam and Rhodes went ahead to watch the show. Meanwhile, Scytus went to the fuel storage to get enough fuel for the team to be off. However, he would need help to carry the massive number of containers to the Quinjet. He would use his powers if it wouldn't hurt him. "Guys!" He called out. The team came in the storage room, with Sam and Rhodes laughing their hearts out. "Oh, oh! Remember when he skated in the toilet in his underwear?" Then the two kept enjoying the scene that caused their immense laughter. "They watched a comedy show." Wanda answered to a wondering Kenjy as the two comedians slowly ceased their laughter, now showing surprise as they saw a huge number of fuel containers.

The three then carried the fuel containers outside the building while Sam began filling up the Quinjet with the fuel. They spent over an hour before they used the last container. "Well, she's all ready to go." Sam remarked as he started up the engines. He turned behind to see Scytus glancing at Wanda, then he immediately thought of something. "It's gonna be a long ride to New York. How about we spend the night here?" Sam suggested to the team. Wanda and Rhodes thought about it for a moment, but found the idea alright, if it was alright with Scytus. "Yeah, it's alright. I got enough beds to go around."

Alone on his bed, Kenjy stared up the ceiling. He casted an illusion on himself, as if there was nothing above him so he could look at the stars. He was fascinated by the beauty of the night sky. However, his illusion only lasted five minutes before his vision went blurry. He then closed his eyes and went to his slumber.

Scytus dreamed of a land where there was only grassy hills and the morning sun. He wandered around, examining the beauty of the plains. Small flowers were scattered everywhere, flocks of birds flying, it was a delightful sight. Then, he heard the voice again.

"Kenjy." Scytus turned around to see his best friend since childhood. "Pietro." Scytus said to himself. "A-Are you real? A-Am I dreaming? Or did I cast it again on myself?" He wondered if it really was his friend. "I am a spirit now. I'm… dead." He told his clueless friend. "I want to talk to you about something."

Wanda couldn't help but stare up at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. Something was disturbing her, and it was not the snoring from Sam and Rhodes. She stood up and walked to the living room, where there was a balcony. She wondered how her team, including herself, have missed it. She turned her gaze to the night sky. It was dark, much like her black dress except without the stars that twinkled.

She summoned her hex power. Much like before, the red bolts/mist were directing her. She followed where her hexes were leading her.

"How do you find my sister?" Pietro asked his friend. Kenjy hesitated to answer the question, but manages to find the courage to tell him. "She is nice, and powerful. She looks… pretty." Pietro chuckled at his last answer. "A beautiful woman she is. Do you plan to… you know?" Pietro teased as the illusionist blushed. "W-Well, I'm c-considering." He received another chuckle from his friend. "Whether or not you intend to do it, I ask you for a favour." Pietro explained his arrival. Kenjy looked at his friend with a face that said 'What-is-it?'

Pietro answered. "Protect her." Kenjy smiled as he turned to look at his friend. "I already planned to."

Scytus woke up, as early as 3 in the morning and his vision restored. He slowly sat on his bed as he heard soft knocks on the door. He opened it, and came through the Maximoff. "I couldn't sleep." She reasoned. "I couldn't either."

Scytus and Maximoff lied on the bed, both staring up the ceiling. Wanda turned to look at Scytus, who shed a tear once again. She never knew how much he missed her brother, probably more than she does. Both mages drifted to sleep.

Scytus yawned as he witnessed the rising of the sun. He stayed motionless on the bed for a moment before he moved to stand, but as he did, he felt Wanda behind him. From the opposite end of the bed, to near him, he blushed. He got out of his room, then greeted by Sam, who wore his black tank-top.

"Good morning, sleepy head." Sam said as he made his coffee. "Where's James?" Scytus asked as Sam sipped his coffee. "Still napping." Scytus then heard the War Machine snore.

"Well, I guess you better be going." Scytus said to the team. However, Rhodes insisted he come with them, stating he should train with them at times like the day before. Scytus, who changed his mind, boarded the Quinjet as Sam set course for New York.

Sam has set the aircraft on auto-pilot as he took another nap. The rest of the team, except for Scytus, were also asleep. Scytus, 'created' a piece of paper, ignoring the headache he felt. To pass the time, he folded it into a unique flower, with 8 petals.

Wanda, who woke up while Scytus was working on his flower, witnessed this. "Where did you learn to do that?" She asked, fascinated at his work. "It's my pastime." He let her examine the flower as the team neared their destination.

A/N: Huge thanks for LauXelle, Shini Kurogane and Shiranai Atsune for being the first three to like this fanfic. I hope you guys/girls would be able to enjoy the rest of the story. Once again I ask those who read this to correct mistakes that I've made, and I'll make sure to fix that. Thank you, and expect another chapter soon.