Did you break, but never mend?

Did it hurt so much you thought it was the end?

Chapter Six

Pietro laid back on his surprisingly comfortable bed and stared up at the ceiling. He wondered what Wanda was doing and hoped that she was safe. She was probably with the Avengers. They had better be taking good care of her.

He knew at least Hawkeye was. And maybe Steve. They were both good men. Did Wanda know that he was alive? Or did she think him dead? If she thought he was dead, then she would be mourning. Pietro didn't want Wanda to cry over him.

He wished there was some way he could tell her that he was all right. Thanos was blocking most of Wanda's telepathic powers with his power stone, but maybe if Pietro tried hard enough he could send her a message.

With all of his mind, he concentrated on Wanda. He focused on her smile, her soft brown eyes, the way she would scold him gently in her mind just by saying his name, how she would always try to be the responsible one even though he was older by twelve minutes, and most of all, how much she loved him.

These thoughts in his mind, he sent her a message.

Wanda hovered next to Vision's body, her hands pressed to his chest, searching for any signs of life. So far, she hadn't found any. Steve and Clint had attempted several times to pull her away but she refused to leave his side.

Bucky stood silently by her, not trying to pull her away as the others had. It was like he understood that she needed to do this. Needed to feel like she was helping Vision somehow.

He understood her more than anyone else did- except for her brother. She sent him a small smile and one corner of his mouth lifted slightly. That was the biggest smile she had ever gotten out of him.

Turning back to her efforts, Wanda's vision suddenly went dark. Pain shot through her head so intense that she doubled over and groaned.

In her mind, she saw Pietro, laying on a bed and gazing at the ceiling. Wanda, I'm alive. I'm okay. Someone took me. I don't know where. His name is Thanos. I love you, Wanda. Be brave for me.

Just as fast as it came, the image disappeared, along with the pain.

As soon as Bucky had seen Wanda collapse and clutch her head with her hands, he gathered her up in his arms. "Wanda? Wanda, are you all right?"

A moment later, she released her head and sighed in relief.

Bucky, upon seeing that he still holding her, set her down gently.

"I need to talk to everyone." Wanda said. She started forward, but before she could go very far, Bucky draped her arm around his shoulders.

He was supporting her as she was still a little wobbly, but not treating her like she was weak. Wanda appreciated that. They found everyone on the flight deck.

"I need to speak with you." Wanda began, retracting her arm from Bucky's shoulders. "Pietro sent me a message. I don't know how. He told me that he is all right, and he was taken by a man named Thanos. I think someone was blocking my powers partially, because it physically hurt me to receive the message."

"So that doesn't really help us any." Tony stated, folding his arms across his chest. "We still don't know where he is."

No," Wanda agreed. "We do not." She looked him dead in the eye. "But at least you know for sure that he is alive since you didn't believe me before."

Tony shut his mouth and Steve coughed several times, sounding like he was trying to hold back a laugh.

"I did get a semi better reading on where he was." Wanda continued. "He is somewhere in Indonesia. Near the capital, Jakarta, I think."

Clint was already swinging the plane around. "Then we are going completely the wrong way."

Steve and Natasha glanced sideways at Wanda and she realized that somehow she was holding Bucky's hand again. His hand was warm and strong. Secure.

He almost seemed to be getting used to her randomly holding his hand or laying her head on his shoulder.

Bucky had been standing off to the side listening to Wanda describe her vision, when her hand stretched out and grabbed his. At first, his eyes widened as he glanced down at their hands. He was still getting used to human touch. After his surprise wore off, he entwined their hands together.

She didn't seem to notice that they were holding hands until she was done talking, and happened to glance over at him. Immediately, a blush spread over her cheeks, but she didn't move away.

"Do you want me to help you with your memories now?" Wanda asked quietly, moving closer so he could hear her.

Bucky nodded his agreement. Inside, however, he was wary. If she went inside his mind, she would see all of his old memories. And not just his memories, but all the things he had done. The people he had killed, the lives he had ruined.

If she saw inside his mind, she would see the monster that he was. And he didn't want her to see that, because he knew what would happen if she did. She would be scared and run away from him.

Wanda led Bucky into a back room for privacy, noting the way his hand shook slightly and the hesitance written on his face.

She sat down on a box and motioned for him to sit across from her on a storage bin. Wanda waited for him to sit down and then grabbed both of his hands with hers.

It wasn't necessary for her to hold someone's hands to read their minds, but he didn't need to know that.

Entering his mind, she found several memories that were blurry. To help him regain his memories, they had to break the metal barriers his mind had put up. Your memory could never truly be erased, she had discovered. They were just pushed into the back of your mind.

Wanda started with one of the memories he had of her. It was back at the Hydra compound, when he had been shot and she took care of him. She recalled that she had fallen asleep on a chair by the side of his bed, her head resting on the bed next to his arm.

She opened the memory with a little help from Bucky and they both watched it. It was strange seeing the memory from his point of view. Her hair was spread out across the bed every which way and Wanda thought she looked terrible, but according to Bucky, she looked beautiful.

Beautiful? She didn't know that he thought she was beautiful.

Feeling the blush start on her cheeks, Wanda moved to a new memory. In this memory, Bucky was on a helicarrier with….Captain America?

And Bucky was fighting him. The plane was exploding and looked like it was going to fall down any minute.

"You know me." Steve said, getting up from the floor.

"No, I don't!" Bucky yelled, punching Steve's shield. Bucky didn't sound like he believed himself. What did he mean he didn't know Steve?

"You name is James Buchanan Barnes." Steve told him.

Buchanan? Wanda chuckled a little at that. So that was where the nickname Bucky came from.

"I'm not gonna fight you." Steve let his shield drop to the floor. "You're my friend."

Bucky tackled Steve to the floor and began punching him. "You're my mission." Wanda could see as Bucky punched Steve that he didn't want to. He was scared, not knowing what to believe anymore.

Stopping mid punch, Bucky stared at Steve. He couldn't do it. Couldn't end this man's life.

"Then finish it." Steve's face was bloodied from Bucky's repeated punching. "Cause I'm with you till the end of the line."

Bucky's eyes went wide and he didn't move for several seconds. Then, out of nowhere, a beam fell down from the ceiling and broke the platform that Steve and Bucky were on. While Bucky grabbed onto a beam, Steve plunged down into the water and began sinking.

After a moment of hesitation, Bucky jumped after him and pulled him onto the shore.

He had saved him. Bucky had saved Steve even though he had no recollection of him. Wanda brushed away a stray tear. But how did Steve and Bucky know each other in the first place?

Wanda exited out of the memory and went to another one that looked like it was from World War Two. This should be interesting.

Steve went to find Wanda and Bucky to tell them that they were almost to Indonesia. He found them in the storage room, hands clutched together, foreheads touching, and eyes closed. Were they sleeping? No, it didn't look like it. Maybe Wanda was using her powers or something.

Leaning against the door post, Steve grinned at the sight in front of him. Wanda was good for Bucky. And he was good for her.

Pietro sat up on his bed. He had heard someone in the other room. Thanos must be coming back from wherever he had been.

Pietro tried to act like he had been reading the book on the nightstand and he greeted Thanos calmly. "I hope you brought food. I'm starving."

Thanos chuckled and ignored Pietro's question. "Will you reconsider being my servant?"

"What kind of question is that?" Pietro scoffed. "No, I won't."

Thanos pulled out a glowing yellow gem from his bag.

"What's that?" Pietro asked. "Wait. That's the stone from Vision's head." How had Thanos gotten that off of Vision's head?

"Yes." Thanos smiled evilly. "It's the mind stone. With it, you can have the ability to control people's minds."

Pietro's eyes widened as Thanos' meaning sank in.

Великий.

A.N- Translation of end word: Great

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