Wanda sat on a bench, outside the main building. Queen Ramonda approaches her. "You are brave, my dear." She said gently, causing Wanda to look up startled. "Forgive me. The Captain has told me about you and what has been happening."

"Your Majesty." Wanda tried to smile. "I have been trying to redeem myself for a long time. My brother and I thought we were doing the right thing."

"Blinded by vengeance could be dangerous."

"What better way to redeem myself then to join the Avengers. And then the team suffers when I save Steve's life, and others are killed." Wanda wipes a tear that slid down her cheek. "That lead to the Sokovia Accords, and." She trailed off.

"You should not blame yourself for that." Ramonda said gently, gently placing a hand on the Witch's shoulder. "It's not healthy."

"Steve haas told me that too."

"You should listen to your friends, child." The queen said gently.

Wanda closed her eyes against her tears. Feeling something heavy in the pocket of her jacket, she reached in and pulled out a paperback book. "I don't remember putting this in my pocket." She frowns as she thumbs through it.

"Should I call for my son, or the Captain?" Ramonda asked, watching the Witch.

"I." Wanda starts, then looks at the first page of the book. "'Can you help me'?" She read out loud. "That is the only thing written on the first page." She shows it to the Queen.

"That is odd." The older woman frowns. "What kind of book is this?" She asks.

"Clint once told me that some woman like to keep diaries." Wanda explained. "He gave me this book to write in, he said it might help me with some feelings." She thumbed through the blank pages. "But I haven't had time or haven't really been interested." She shrugs as she opens the book wider. "Look!" She gasps, showing the queen the front page again as a new sentence is written.

"'Please'?" The Queen reads the only thing that's written. She stands up. "Come with me." She holds out a hand for Wanda, who took it and the queen pulls her to her feet.

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England

Harry sat on Indian Style on his bed, Hedwig is back in her cage fast asleep with her cage door open. Harry ran a hand through his hair as he looks through the book he found in the attic.

After what happened during Hogwarts last year, the young wizard didn't want to take a chance but at the same time he really wanted to leave his relatives. Hogwarts was is home. People liked him and respected him and he finally has real friends.

He still wished he had a family who'd love him that way he could enjoy a summer or holiday like his friends get to do.

His eyes grew as he watched writing come on the blank page. "'Who are you'? He read, then grabs a pen writes back. "My name is Harry Potter. Surrey, South East England." He knew it was probably dangerous what he was doing and Hermione would give him a really good earful if she knew what he was doing.

But Harry was desperate. And maybe a little jealous that his friends get warm hugs and snacks, while Harry himself only got a crumble too big or too small for a mouse. He looked towards Hedwig, the owl is still fast asleep.

Harry closed the book as he got up off the bed, moved and placed the book under the mattress. Dudley was a snoop and his 'Hunting Harry' game was just the tip of the iceberg, so snooping was Dudley's other favorite so he could get Harry into more trouble. But with Hedwig in his room, Dudley refuses to even step foot into the bedroom.

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Back in Wakanda. Steve sat on a bench in the city as he looked up at the sky.

"You ok Cap?" Clint's voice had him turn to face the archer.

"Bucky joined the military to protect people." Steve turns back to the sky. "Bucky was a flirt, a charmer, he always had a date on a Friday and Saturday, while I couldn't get any girl to talk to me." He sighed as he looked down. "He cared deeply for his mom and sisters."

"The Smithsonian out in DC says that he was the only one who fell."

Steve nods. "I felt responsible for that. He and I got ambushed on the train, at one point he was thrown out, I tried to reach for him, but the bar he was holding onto broke and he fell."

Clint leaned back, taking in the sorrow in his friend's voice. "That would hurt anyone." He couldn't help to whisper. "That wasn't your fault."

"Colonel Phillips fought me to with informing Bucky's family." Steve continued. "Argued about it, until Peggy told us to both inform his family together."

"That had to be extremely hard to do."

Steve nods. "Yeah. Bucky's mother." He paused. "Because we're best friends. It rattled me when I saw her break down, I never saw her break, not once. I didn't know what to do. Then Rebecca." He paused again as the memory surfaced in his mind's eye. "I let her beat me. They didn't hurt, Becca just needed something to punch, I let her."

Clint was quiet for a long awhile. "So." He starts, then clears his throat. "Do you think this kid is from her side of the Barnes family?"

Steve shook his head. "I don't know." He turns his head to look at Clint. "Bucky's a sniper. His aim could rival yours."

Clint smirks. "Really? Well then, once he wakes up, we'll have to have a little fun challenge on that."

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Back in England

Harry Potter ran as he clutched a box in his hands, when he looked over his shoulder he slammed right into somebody and fell backwards landing on his butt and his box dropping to the ground, opening and spilling the contents inside.

"Whoa, you ok kid?"

Harry looked up and his eyes grew behind his glasses. "Black Widow." He breathed. The Avengers are popular all around the world.

Natasha Romanoff gave him her trademark smirk. "I thought my disguise was cleaver." She knelt down to pick up the contents from the over turned box. "Are you ok?" She asks him again.

"I." Harry starts to stutter, then nods. "Y, yes ma'am."

"What are you running from?"

"I, I uh." He stutters, but like Professor McGonagall, he felt warmth and safety. "I stole my uncle's credit card so I could order this ancestry kit, I've been living with horrible relatives. And ... and I wanted to know for myself if I have more family out there somewhere." He explained. "These are my results. My uncle is not very pleased with me. They'd tell me what they've been telling me." He explained. "I'm sorry I stole the card, but they won't tell me my family line. I just learned the truth about what happened to my parents just last year."

"Relax kid, I'm not gonna bust your chops." Natasha told him, then looked down at the piece of paper she still held in her hand. "James Buchanan Barnes?'" She read the name out loud.

Harry looked up at her. "What? You know him?" He asks.

"Personally no. But I do know someone whoo does personally know him."

"Ev - even if he's still alive." Harry stutters a little. "He's gotta be a hundred right now and using a cain and a walker or wheelchair."

Natasha pulled out a small piece of paper. "If you need anything kid, anything at all. Call this number and ask for Clint."

Harry looked at the phone number that he was given. "Clint?" He asked, when he looked up he was alone on the sidewalk.

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I'm trying not to make the book that Harry and Wanda are communicating through not like Voldemort's diary that he uses in Chamber Of Secrets.