When Wanda opened her eyes, she stared around at her surroundings in shock. The pale gray carpet, the windows overlooking the city, the round table in the kitchen - it was home. The first home she had ever known. She was in Sokovia, in the apartment they had before - before Tony Stark. She flinched, realizing that this place should be rubble, that her home was gone. She was about to blast open the door when the heard a slight cough.

She whirled around on high alert, and her jaw dropped. Learning on the door frame, his shock of silver hair untidy as usual, was her grinning brother.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she ran for him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, trying to stifle the sobs as he ruffled her hair and kissed her head.

Suddenly, she let go. "But wait. You are dead. Am I…?"
He shook his head, his cheerful grin fading a bit. "Not today, little sister. You'll be okay. Not time to join me yet."

She wiped away the stray tears on her face. "I've missed you so much…"

He only smiled again and kissed her head. "Don't worry. I've been watching over you." His smile turned mischievous. "You and the android. Vision?"

She let out a choked laugh. He could still make her smile. "Be quiet. He is -"

He cut her off with a short laugh. "Charming? Handsome? An excellent kisser?"

She pushed on his chest, smiling. "Yes. And more."

Pietro grinned. "Thought so. If he isn't good enough, I'll come back and give him a nice 'talk'."

She simply hugged him again. "I've missed you."

He hugged her back. "I've missed you too." He tilted her chin up so she met his eyes. "But I want you to know I'm proud of you. Saving people and being a hero for both of us."

Her eyes filled with tears again, but they were tears of joy instead of pain for the first time she could remember.

He moved away and sat down in one of the chairs around the table. "Remember when I would lean back to see how far I could go before I fell?"

She laughed, sitting next to him. "Yes. I remember you fell out one time and nearly broke your wrist."

He smiled wistfully. "Father took me to the hospital and I had to wear a sling for two weeks."

"It was purple and red and swollen. You kept saying it was fine and then hurting it more."

"That was stupid of me." He reached over and held her hand, and they spent a moment in silence before he stood.

"Follow me."

She did, not feeling the suspicion or fear she felt around nearly everyone these days. It was a relief to only feel safe, and to trust her brother. He stepped out the door, and suddenly, the world went white and she closed her eyes against the harsh glare.

When the glow faded, they were no longer in Sokovia. Instead, she was standing near a stream, bright green grass and white flowers all around them. She turned to Pietro with a smile. "I loved to play here."

"I know," he said, smiling, and hugged her tight.

She rested her head on his chest again, simply happy to be with her brother again. "I wish I could stay."

He stiffened. "Don't say that. You have too much to live for. Besides, you'll see me one day."

She shook her head, closing her eyes. "Fine. I wish you were with me. An Avenger, to save the world."

She felt him stroke her hair, and suddenly, she could see it in her mind. Her life if her brother had not died that day.

It flashed by, each vision only a few moment long, but still feeling like a lifetime.

She and Pietro sitting side by side on the couch in the darkened rec room, laughing hysterically together as they watched a movie.

Pietro a pale blue blur as he raced around Sam, with Sam looking disgruntled but amused as Natasha watched with a smile.

Her waking up in her bed, a smile on her face, with no tears and tormented nightmares to haunt her nights.

Her and Vision standing, hand in hand, on a beach, while the blue streak that was her brother raced in and out of the water.

Pietro carrying a young woman out of a burning building before going in again for others.

Pietro casually talking with Steve at breakfast, and Rhodey walking in to clap him on the back.

Pietro kissing her on the forehead as she wiped away tears, both looking at the picture of their family Vision had given her.

Wanda slowly opened her eyes as the vision faded, and once more, the scenery changed. She was hand in hand with Pietro, looking at her own body lying in the facility's mini hospital.

"Is this real?" she asked, looking over at him.

He nodded. "It is time for you to go back. To stay longer would be dangerous."

She nodded slowly, though her eyes teared up. She wiped them away, and smiled. "I will see you again."

He smiled as well, a bittersweet expression, and he looked her in the eyes. "Be a hero. Goodbye my sister."

She turned away and touched her own hand. As the world around her began to fade to darkness, she turned to say goodbye, but Pietro was already gone.