I am so sorry for being a week late. As some may know, I am French, and I've been really moved by the terrorists attacks in Paris (and the rest of the world). Everyone I know is fine, but I just was not in the mood to post anything. Sorry about that.
So, finally, here it is, the 2nd chapter! Hope you will enjoy it =)

"Not here. How about going somewhere else?" Asked the man with his real voice, which I was grateful for because having someone in my head was getting my least favourite thing in the world.

I followed him to a black car, where another man – who was blue – helped him getting in.

"Before getting in that car, might I at least know who you are?"

They smiled at me.

"Of course you can. My name is Charles Xavier, and here is Hank McCoy. I am..."

"Heard your name before. You have a school for mutants, right?"

He moved his head in a nod.

I didn't like him. But he was a mutant, he was working with mutants. And, although the thought didn't make me feel that well, Pietro and I were probably mutants too. If someone could save my brother, it was him.

"My friend Hank here has lately built a machine that would allow someone to go to the past for a very short time. We have already tested it several times, and it works absolutely fine. Of course, if the public discovered the existence of such a machine, the result would be disastrous, and we therefore decided to keep it as a secret, even to our fellow mutants. The past should not be changed."

"Why me?" I interrupted. "We don't know each other. Death is a consequence of life, and Pietro's... Pietro's death had nothing to do with you. Why would you offer me to save him? What good will it do to you? Isn't that changing the past?"

I probably sounded really angry, but truth was I was terrified. Terrified he was lying and I was having false hopes. Terrified he was saying the truth and that I could really save him.

"We will come to the last point later. But why am I willing to save him? Let's just say that I have a friend who heard of you, and begged me to save your brother, no matter what. But this is possible only under certain conditions..."

He exposed the whole plan, and the reasons I had to do it.

"You know this is all madness, right?"

He just smiled at me as we arrived at the mutant school.

The time machine was a complex machine with loads of wire plugged everywhere. It looked like a weird cabin, and as I stepped on it the blue man – McCoy, repeated security instructions (breath, close your eyes, don't move to much, you will feel a bit disoriented at first).

Xavier handed me an envelope – a letter he wrote for his past self, so that he will help me.

"Remember, you only have 10 hours. After that, you will automatically be brought here again."

He sealed the door, and only then I realized how crazy this whole thing was. I was probably going to die. They did not test me or anything, it was more like "go in the machine and we'll see what happens next" kind of thing. Maybe they just wanted to get rid of me, because my power was a threat to humanity, something like that. But even if I died, there was nothing I would regret much. I enjoyed being an Avenger, I liked them. But death didn't even sound that bad.

I had those thoughts before.

We were sixteen, orphans, we did not know about Hydra yet. Hiding in a small village in Sokovia, barely surviving. Pietro was out to work and get some money, and I was by myself. No one wanted to hire me, and prostitution has never been an option to me.

My back did hurt a lot. The week before, we were in another village. Unconsciously, I used telekinesis, and an apple flew to me. People started yelling, calling me a witch. They wanted to burn me. They threw rocks at me. Pietro came as soon as he heard me screaming, and took my to another place. It wasn't the first time, and I understood it would clearly not be the last time.

So here I was, waiting for Pietro, realizing that I was a burden to him. He could have a normal life, if not for me. People were right. I was a witch. And if I was gone, he would be free. When your life is composed of people scared of you, trying to kill you, of starvation, running away, death sounds like a sweet dream. I threw myself in a river. But when I was supposed to sink and die, I was only feeling a strong arm around my hips, dragging me on the bank.

This is the first and last time my brother slapped me. His eyes were frantic, and I could see he hesitated between yelling at me or hugging me. He did both, and made me promise to never take my life lightly.

But now things were different. He was gone. And either way, I would be joining him.

I suddenly felt dizzy. I opened my eyes, and I was in the same room – yet slightly different. Without-a-time-machine-in-the-middle-of-the-room different.

McCoy was there, screwing to pieces of metal together. He did not see me.

"Hank McCoy?"

I gave him the biggest start ever. He dropped the screwdriver and stared at me.

"Who are you? How did you get there?"

"I need to see the Professor Xavier right now. It is urgent."

"Why would I take you to him?"

"You are currently working on a time machine. Congratulations, it will work. Now, the Xavier from the future sent me here and I am in a hurry so please take me to him."

He clearly didn't seem to trust me much. I wouldn't trust me at all. He sighed and told me to follow him.

"So, this machine works? That's wonderful. Where... When are you from?"

"A year from now. I'd rather not say too much, because.. Well you know."

After that, we kept silent until we reached a massive wooden door. He knocked and the voice of Xavier invited me to come in. I did.

"Hello, professor. My name is Wanda Maximoff, and I am a mutant. We don't have much time, so I brought you this letter you wrote, and... Well, you can check my thoughts to see all that is written is true."

He silently read the letter and I felt he was on my head. He then looked at me.

"I see. We indeed have no time to lose here. When are you ready to leave for Sokovia?"

"Whenever you are."

He called McCoy and told him to get a jet ready. The flight to Sokovia was 8 hours long with the jet. Since I did not have to come back to go back to the present, it left me 2 hours to execute the plan. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I would see my brother again. And if I failed, I would lose him one more time.

I wish to say the 8 hours went quickly, but they didn't. Every second felt like eternity. Maybe even longer than that.

When we finally landed, I was shaking so much I couldn't even unbuckle my belt. I closed my eyes for a minute and allowed my mind to calm down.

When I alighted from the jet, the Professor gave me a quick reminder straight in my mind.

"Don't forget, Wanda. The past cannot be changed."

I clenched my fist. Like I didn't know.

If I recalled well, the Avengers, together with Pietro and I, started evacuating people about four hours before he... before everything happened. Which meant they (we) were already there... and also explained why we had to land the jet quite far from the town. We could not afford being discovered.

People were still evacuating. I helped them leaving and guided them – there was no way I would just stand and watch, and I was certain it would not have any influence on the future, as long as no one recognized me.

I saw a flash of blue on a street farther. Realizing who it was, I hid. A tear rolled down my cheek, I wiped it out. No time to be emotional for now.

Some Ultron robots were trying to shoot people. In a year, I had plenty of time to train. I destroyed all those I could see.

The ground started moving. The whole city was taking off. I took a deep breath : serious things were starting.

Natasha was the first Avenger I saw. She was trying to get into a backhoe loader and did not notice me. I needed to get close, but I couldn't afford being noticed. Then the hex began. Red strings of magic connected my fingers to her temples. At first, she looked a bit disoriented, but when she got a grip on herself, I was long gone.

The Captain did not notice me either. I did it as quick as possible.

I was running on the streets, trying to find the other ones. I had no idea on how to get Thor or even Stark. The Hulk would probably crush me before I could use my powers. But I had to try.

A door slammed open, and Clint was there, shooting a dozen of arrows in one shot. I realised I was there too. In the house. I couldn't get him without being noticed.

If you pass that door, you're an Avenger. That's what he said back then. If you want to stay here, that's fine, I'll get your brother get you.

Don't pass that door, younger Wanda. Don't. You will lose the last piece of your heart.

But she did. In a very dramatic way, that is. Did I look so determined? So angry at everything? I guess that was just my usual face.

I was unable to move. I was just standing here, staring. And then suddenly, he was there. Got me in his arms. Ran while carrying me. I remember how better I felt at this time. How my fears vanished, because I realised that no matter what, Pietro was there with me. He even allowed himself to make fun of Clint. My heart tightened.

And then Clint was aiming at us with an arrow. My heart stopped. What was he doing?!

"Nobody would know. Nobody. 'The last I saw him, Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already.'".

I was boiling with anger. How dared he.

"You're the ungrateful bastard, Barton."

He stopped on his tracks and looked around, but fortunately didn't see me.

"Wanda? Are you there?"

"Don't die, Barton. Because now it is clear that I shall be the one to take your life. Go, everyone's waiting for you."

He was confused, but did as told. I swore between my teeth. I forgot to use my powers on him.

I went back to the church where the core was. Thor was there, fighting with a robot. Probably the original. I couldn't use my powers without Ultron noticing me, so I waited, looking worryingly at my watch. I had an hour left.

From afar, at the horizon of the now floating city, the flying aircraft carriers sent by Fury started to appear. Every second made my heart beat faster now.

Watching Thor fighting made me want to help. But I couldn't. I could do nothing but watch, could do nothing but wait.

The Vision appeared behind me, surprising me. I knew his spirit could not be corrupted, so when he looked at me, I held my hand to him, and the second he took it he understood everything. I put a finger on my mouth to ask for his silence and he gave me a comprehensive smile, before attacking Ultron with Thor's hammer in a perfect timing. Ultron was sent flying away, leaving Thor alone with the Vision. He started a conversation with the god about his hammer, Mjölnir, giving me the chance to move behind him, and using my powers on him. I gave him a grateful smile before stepping back. Four to go, including the Hulk who would probably ending up killing me, and my younger self. Looked like I kept the best for the end.

I looked around. People were almost all safe on the carriers, and Stark and the Falcon were flying around. I winced. I forgot about the Falcon. Well, five to go then.

Every avenger started to gather at the Church. Good thing, this was exactly what I needed. We were all fighting, and my younger self was throwing her spells everywhere – my own one would be unnoticed.

My heart tightened even more. If I failed, that would be the last time she – and I – would see Pietro alive. I had to succeed. Without changing the past.

Thor provoked Ultron, and the robot called a big lot of his robots friends. I sighed and hoped they wouldn't notice me.

The fight began, and the Hulk was the closest to me. Luckily, his angry mind was quite simple, and my spell lasted less than a second. Good thing.

I had no idea how to get Stark. As long as he had that stupid armour, I couldn't do much. And I feared Clint would notice me with his piercing eyes if I tried to cast a spell on him.

So I did exactly what I had to do. I went looking for the Falcon, who was resting for a minute on the ground, helmet off.

I stopped breathing when he saw me.

"You're the Maximoff girl, right? Shouldn't you be fighting with the others?"

I exhaled. He did not notice I looked slightly different. Good. I did my best to mimic the look I had a year ago, and explained.

"They sent me here quickly to tell you you should keep on protecting the airships. We can't afford anyone to die. It looks like Ultron is sending more robots on the ships."

He turned back to look at the sky. It was now or never.

He probably felt something, although I tried to be as discrete as possible, but when he turned back at me, I was done.

"Go, now!"

He put the helmet back, a puzzled look on his face. I was praying it wouldn't have any impact on the future – I freaked out and did only what came to my mind.

I looked at my watch and gasped. I was running out of time. I ran back to the church.

Everyone was gone, but my young self and Pietro. It tore my heart apart. I couldn't move.

Pietro's comment about how he was 12 minutes older than me made my laugh. Both of my selves. Which was probably the biggest mistake of my life.

He left the church running, but instead of joining the others, he was behind me.

"Explanations needed. You've been spying on us for a while. But..."

He stopped as he saw my face.

"How... Who are you?"

I put my hand on his cheek, unable to stop my tears from coming.

"It is a complicated story, Pietro. You have to... You have to go and help everyone. Please."

Blood doesn't lie. He knew I was his sister, I could see it in his eyes.

"You will understand later. For now... Do as I... she... we said. Go."

He looked at me right in the eyes.

"You look older. Could you be from the future? But could that mean..."

"Pietro... Is it okay if I... Hug you?"

He laughed.

"Why do you even bother to ask?"

I ran into his arms and buried my head in his chest. He stroke my hair for a few seconds.

"I guess you are right. I should go. I guess this is farewell... to both of you, right?"

I didn't answer. He kissed my forehead, and then he was gone.

All I wanted to do was to fall on the ground and cry every single tear I had left. But that had to wait. I still had three avengers to bewitch. And one was right next to me, protecting a core in a church.

I was quite surprised how easy it has been to manipulate my younger mind. She did not know yet how to protect her mind, and she was busy with the robots. Yet, when I cast the spell, she threw her powers where I was – a metre to my left, exploding a block of rocks. It was more self-defense, and she did not even see me.

"Be brave, because pain is coming." I whispered to her.

I was almost running out of time. I ran to where everyone else was.

A kid was stuck, and Clint was helping him out. I hated that kid. Since that very day, I hated that kid as much as I used to hate Stark.

Ultron started firing at them. Clint turned back to protect the kid with his body, Pietro ran for them. It was the moment. The decisive one. If anyone was looking, it would either be at Pietro, or maybe they would close their eyes and prey. No one dared looking at Clint and the kid. I threw my powers at them at the speed of light, meddling with their thoughts. A mere second later, I was done. And so was my brother.

Bullets had pierced his body. I had deviated some with my powers, but not all of them. He managed to tease Clint with a crazed look on his face, and then fell on the ground, his eyes shut.

I could feel the pain throughout my whole body. It was so painful, not to be allowed to change the past! Why did I have to live that through again? I was terrified.

Clint checked for my brother's pulse, as the Captain came to help. The look in their eyes was nothing but despair. I could feel the wave of energy released in the Church, destroying every robot within 400 metres. Despair also invaded me, doubling my powers. Another wave of energy emanated from my own body, reaching every single person in the carrier. They looked shocked, but alive. It was like nobody really noticed.

They charged Pietro's body on the carrier. Clint even laid next to him. Waiting for them to take off was even more painful. The wait was killing me. And I wasn't the only one.

My watch indicated my I would be back in my time in twenty-five minutes. And the city would be vaporised by Thor in around ten minutes. I called the Professor with my mind, the loudest mental scream I could make. I then grabbed him on the ground and started running as fast as I could – but he wasn't that light. A block away, away from people's sight, McCoy was waiting for me. Xavier's jet was almost undetectable, using an invisible shield or something. McCoy charged him on his back, took me under his arm and ran, not as fast as my brother, but faster than me, and then jumped on the invisible plane. We landed quite abruptly on the ground. Everyone aboard started getting busy.

I was crying, this time allowing my tears to run as they wished. I begged them from the bottom of my heart.

"I beg of you... Please, save my brother!"

Those were my last words before disappearing.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the time machine. The door opened, but none of the Professor or of McCoy was there. I ran to my cellphone, left on the table, and feverishly dialed Clint's number. He picked up at the third tone.

"Where the hell are you? You know we tried to call for the last four hours?"

I checked my watch when he said so ; I've been gone for exactly eight hours. I guess I couldn't go against my own timeline.

"Clint, listen, I need to ask you something very important."

"Sure, go on."

"Do you know where Pietro is?"

A blank. Then, after ten seconds that felt like eternity, an answer.

"Are you alright, Wanda? Of course I know where he is... Buried, in the cemetery, where you went to visit him."

I dropped the phone and collapsed on the ground.

Pietro was dead. I failed. You could not change the past.

One chapter left... One chapter for Wanda to understand that you should not play with time. Or could you?

I will do my best to post it next Monday!

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