Hey, guys! Sorry it's been so long, but I literally had no ideas about what to write. Now, after watching AoU like twenty times, I got enough inspiration to write a chapter (finally)!

Pietro POV

I tried to keep my distance as Steve worked on Raelynn but I quickly found that I couldn't. I watched over his shoulder as he used tweezers to pick the coarse rope fibers from the wounds on her wrists. I watched as he washed her wounds and wrapped them in bandages. I paced in my nervousness, but I couldn't stray far from the table where Raelynn lay. Once the Captain did all he could for her wounds, he turned, gave me a tight smile, and patted me on the shoulder as he swaggered away to give us some space. Heaving out a sigh, I turn and sit in one of the chairs by the table and lean forward, placing my elbows on the very edge of the table and dropping my head into my hands. I was always a womanizer, I know, but why was I so attached to this girl after such little time? Was it the way she seemed so vulnerable when she slept just on the other side of the glass from me that I felt the inherent need to protect her? The way she had a wit almost faster than I could run? Raelynn's quick quips kept running through my mind on a loop.

"Thanks for not trying too wake me with a kiss, Russia. I'd hate to have to hurt you."

"Whatever kind of hallucinogenic you're on, I want none of it."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Silver Boy."

"I will not keep calm. I will raise hell and break shit."

Maybe she caught my attention when she first got out of her incubation chamber, the first glimpse of her I saw. She was so different from everyone else I'd ever seen. The people in Sokovia had a kind of look about them, with hard, dark features. Raelynn was like the moon, all light hair, pale skin, delicate features, and silvery grey eyes. She also had fight; a fire burning deep within that would not be extinguished. It was most likely the flame that drew me in. Wanda had always been the level-headed one, the one that could talk her way out of a fight while I was the one that was blindly running into any fight I could find. I had been the one to introduce her to the riots, who begged her to volunteer with me. It was my fault we were the way we were but Wanda kept her kind, caring nature all the same. Raelynn seemed to be a combination of both of our temperaments; always ready to pick a fight but levelheaded enough to walk away. She also had a distinct sadness about her, though she covered it well. I could see the flash of sadness in her eyes when she found out how I got my powers. For once, I wish I had received the look of pity that I had gotten from the Avengers. From that look, I knew she had experienced pain, though I knew she would deny it if I asked her.

If she even woke up.

Seeing her pale skin marred with cuts and littered with bruises made me clench my teeth in anger. I should have taken her with me. She would have been safe. This never would have happened. I looked at her thickly bandaged wrists and knew what lied beneath was due to torture. Most likely because of me. Pushing the chair back roughly, I stood, no longer being able to sit alone with my thoughts. I needed to speak to Wanda. She always knew how to get me away from the ledge when I was about to lose myself to my anger. I needed to speak to my twin.

"How much longer?" I asked impatiently, walking up to the cockpit that contained the Black Widow and Captain Rogers.

"Landing in five minutes. Think you can handle the wait, speedy?" Natasha asked without turning around. I could practically hear the playful smirk she forced to her lips in an attempt to ease the tension I had built in the ship.

"I hate waiting," I mumbled before turning around and taking a seat near the end of the jet so I could get out as soon as possible. I needed to be away from Raelynn for a while, to clear my head. My legs began cramping so I bounced them to relieve the knotting muscles. After what felt like a lifetime, I could hear the thud of the landing gear hitting the ground and I stood up, ready to rush out as soon as the door opened. Instead, I was met my Dr. Helen Cho and her team running in and yelling medical things to one another.

"Can the chamber fix her?" I heard the Captain ask. I waited; I needed to hear Cho's reply.

"Maybe. If the Cradle were still intact I know it would, but with only the portable chamber in working order, I don't have any idea how much it would heal her deeper wounds."

Once again, I clenched my jaw and sped off, eager to find my sister.

I found her in a small room that seemed to be a meeting room of some sort. She looked so different, though little things were still very much the same. She had dyed her hair a lighter, almost auburn color, and she had let up on the eyeliner though she still wore her dark nail polish and ridiculous amount of rings. With a start I noticed that she was still wearing the red leather jacket I had thrown at her the day we fought Ultron. The day I died. She wore it zipped closed now, with matching red leather pants and boots to go with it. She looked so much older now, and I could see her sadness and pain in the way she carried herself. She didn't know I was alive. For a moment, I debated whether or not to open the door and disturb her, as she appeared very caught up in whatever she was reading. In the end, my own desire to see my twin won out and I swung the door open, unable to stand outside any longer.

"Go away," she said, without looking up from whatever it was she was reading.

"Wanda," I said, trying to get her to look at me.

"Go away. Pietro's dead. You're nothing more than a ghost I've created in my head."

"Wanda," I said, hurt. "It's really me. I'm alive." She continued to ignore me, and I snapped. "LOOK AT ME!" I bellowed, slamming my hands down onto the table so hard they stung. Wanda looked up and I could see her eyes flash red when they met mine. I felt the familiar tingle of her presence in my mind, and I saw tears spring to her eyes.

"Pietro?" She asked, before running and jumping into my arms. I held my twin close, fighting back tears of my own while hers wetted my shirt. "You were dead," she sniffled as she pulled away to look at my face. "I felt you die." She placed her hand on my cheek just like Raelynn did before I left her like a coward. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I do not know how I am alive, but I am glad that I am."

"What is the matter?" Wanda asked, knowing immediately that something was wrong. I hesitated.

"It is something I must show you," I said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her hair. "Come."

It didn't take long for us to find the infirmary area, but that was only because Wanda knew where she was going. She told me which direction to go, refusing to let me out of her sight or let go of my hand, not that I minded. It was nice to finally be with my sister once more. When we arrived, I stopped short when I saw Raelynn. She was laying unconscious still, but every one of her wounds have been unbandaged and I saw for the first time how bad she really was. She had a large, deep gash running from her collarbone to the middle of her chest, right over her heart along with multiple other incisions across her sides and stomach, which were also so badly bruised they appeared black. Her wrists were a deep purple and littered with small cuts where the fibers of the rope were embedded in her skin. Something must have happened because they were bleeding again. Her bottom lip was split open and there was a cut near her right eyebrow. Her ankles were also cut and bruised from being tied but were not nearly as bad as her hands.

Wanda must have felt me tense, because she gently squeezed my hand and leaned closer to whisper to me, "who is she?" I let out a deep breath to calm myself before responding.

"In the place where I was... brought back to life, she was there too. They experimented on us both, but I woke up before she did. She was put in the cell next to me, but when we broke out, she insisted that I leave her there. So I did. Why did I leave her there? I should have just taken her with me. I should have gotten her out." Wanda then gripped my arm and turned me so I would look at her.

"You did nothing wrong, Pietro. You went back for her. You saved her. That's all that matters now. None of this is your fault." I nodded, pretending to agree with my sister before turning back to look at the unconscious blonde before us.

If only Wanda knew how wrong she was.

Okay so that was a little angsty! Just so you know, Pietro's speaking is not as broken as it usually is when he's speaking to Wanda here because they're speaking Sokovian to each other. When he speaks English I like to think that he forgets some words and just leaves them out.

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