Looks like I never posted this on time! Anyway, here is the final chapter. Leave me your thoughts in the comments 3

The world was spinning around. I felt like loosing him again. I really believed that he would have been saved on that day. I really believed he would have survived, and then ran back to find me. If he was alive, that's what he would have done. His wounds had been lethal. I failed.

The door opened, and Xavier, followed by McCoy, appeared.

"How did you do?"

Stuff around me started flying. Literally. My pain was turning into anger. My anger into power.

"You lied to me. You said you could save him! You said if I manipulated everyone's mind, to make them think they saw him dead , to make them think they would take his body on the carrier, he would be safe! You said you would call the S.H.I.E.L.D to tell them, you said they would pretend to bury him until he was healed! You said we would be back together! You said HE WOULD BE ALIVE!"

McCoy protected Xavier from the objects sent to crash on him. Xavier looked a bit sad. Maybe I did something wrong? Maybe talking to the Falcon was my mistake? Or even talking to Pietro? Was I his murderer?!

"Wanda, please... I told you. You can not change what happen, or that will lead to disastrous events."

That was it, then. Because I had been seen, because I talked to them, Pietro died. I killed him.

"Then what was the point? What was the point of sending me back in time if I could not change anything? Why would you do this to me? Why did you sent me to live this through again? WHY?"

He tried to send me calming thoughts to calm me down, but I blocked him. I sent McCoy flying away. As I was heading to Xavier to kindly crash my fist on his face, powerful arms caught me, stopping me right away. Xavier smiled.

"Past can not be changed. I am sorry for all the pain you endured. I am, really."

I was struggling but I couldn't free myself. The man holding me was holding me tight enough to not let me go, but soft enough to not hurt me. I could even move to see his face.

That's when he whispered to my ear.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?"

I stopped struggling. He let me go, and I could finally look at him.

My brother, looking slightly older, but still having this mischievous glint in his eyes.

Just as he knew a year before I was not a fake, I knew he was truly Pietro.

And this is why I punched him instead. And then slapped him.

"Ouch... Well, I guess I deserved them... I suppose. Glad to see you too, though, sweetie."

Ignoring him, I turned back to Xavier.

"Explain. Now."

"Past can not be changed. For a whole year, from the day he got shot to today when we came to you, everyone thought he was dead. When we met this morning, your last memory of him was in that Church. Even if we saved him, if he went back to you before we met, that would have changed your past. No matter how he was doing, he had to remain dead for everyone until today. Until you went back in past to save him."

That made sense. Somehow. I felt fingers playing with my silver hair.

"That's new? I like it. Oh, and thanks for the epitaph, too. That's a really fun one. I love it."

"Professor, I did change the past. I talked to Pietro. I talked to the Falcon. Didn't it have any incidence on the future?"

Pietro was pulling my hair now, annoyed I was ignoring him. I didn't care. I knew the second I would care about him, I wouldn't care about the rest of the world anymore, and too many questions were unanswered for now.

"About you talking to your brother... Well, since he got shot anyway, that didn't have any incidence on your future. And I called Mr Wilson, who remembered talking with you for a short time... But it apparently did not have any incidence on his life, and that appears to have not changed a thing."

Pietro was more annoying every second, and all the questions I had were giving me a headache. So maybe the time had come to let relief flow into my veins : I turned back and embraced my brother as tight as I could.

"Stupid... Idiot... Little brat... Next time I won't save your sorry ass, loser."

"Oh, I see you expanded your English vocabulary. Let me guess, Barton taught you all those pretty words?"

I looked up at him, half crying, half laughing.

"Sorry, I used up all my nice words talking to you empty grave, so be prepared for a whole year of insults. And I might not be the only one mad at you, if you had time to live, you had time to help us. Moron."

He laughed, brushing my hair with his fingers. His eyes finally left mine when he noticed the sparkle of my necklace – a silver dove with a ruby for its eye.

"It's lovely. It complements your eyes."

I slightly blushed.

"Thanks. The Vision offered it to me for my birthday."

My brother did not come down in the last shower. He knew exactly what that blush meant. He took a step back.

"The Vision... The robot-thingy?"

"He's not a robot. He's got feelings, thoughts, and he's probably kinder than most of men on that planet."

Another step back. Then, with a stunned voice:

"Well, I did not see that coming."

The eeeend !

Honestly, I'm not a Vision/Wanda fan but I thought it would be fun to link to the comics (although I hope they won't be together in the Avengers Movies because ewww no way).
I hoped the way she did (not) change the past was clear for you! If not, let me try to explain quickly: she altered what everyone could see. Maybe she never changed the past, maybe it was always meant to happen. It is just a loop. Which is why Pietro couldn't come to her before she saved him, that would change the past in a way she did not remember.

... Yeah I know, Time Travel, headache.

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