𝗘𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 [𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁]

Four

Baby will you kiss me already and

Of course, her reunion with her brother didn't stop the Winter Soldier.

She had tried; she had launched her magic at him, but he had ran faster.

Pietro tried as well, but the Winter Soldier had ended up stabbing him with a shard of glass, and it was serious.

He could've died, again.

At least they had Loki.

The red magic had been too strong.

Even he, Loki Laufeyson, the God of Mischief and Magic, couldn't break free of it.

That was a plus.

...

The rain was coming down harder, and she pulls her hood over her head, covering it.

Pietro's arm was around her neck as they made it to Helen Cho.

She had helped a bullet wound with Hawkeye before, so she could probably help him.

...

"He'll be fine." Helen says, and Wanda nods as she allows her body to become limp in the chair next to her twin's chair.

"When do you think he'll wake up?" She asks.

He's not in a coma or anything-he's just asleep but she needs to talk to him.

She needs to ask him how he's alive;how he survived 12 bullet wounds.

"In a day or so. Your brother needs some rest." Helen states. "You should get back to the compound. Do you want someone to take you there? Because I can arrange that."

"No, no, that's alright." Wanda says shortly.  "I can fly. I'll be alright."

Helen nods, and Wanda walks out.

She doesn't remember falling to her knees and tears running down her face.

She just wants her brother-she doesn't want him to die again.

"Pietro." She thinks. "Please, please, wake up. You can't die. You're not dying on my watch. Not again. We're a team, right? It's always been just the two of us."

...

She sighs as she walks into the Avenger's compound.

"Wanda." Tony greets from the couch.

"Tony." She nods, going directly to her room.

She doesn't want to think about it. About her brother or Bucky or Loki.

She runs a hand through her hair, and picks up her phone, dialing a number she remembers so well.

"Nat?" She asks, her voice a hushed whispers as she sits on the floor in her room, her head against the white door.

"Wanda?" The older woman says, confusion lacing her voice. "Wanda, what's wrong?"

"It's-Its Pietro. Can-Can I come by your room?" Wanda whispers.

"Of course, honey. Would you like me to come by your room instead? Whatever you're comfortable with, honey."

"C-Can I come by your room? Please?" The Sokovian woman asks.

"Of course, Wanda. Whenever you're ready." The Black Widow says.

Wanda nods.

...

"Natasha?" Wanda whispers from the other side of The Black Widow's door.

The other woman opens the door. "Hey, Wanda, come on in."

Wanda nods, walking into the room and seeing the room; neat, and the aesthetic was dark colors.

Then she breaks.

She falls into Natasha, tears running down her face as she cries into her chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."

"Shh, Shh, you have nothing to be sorry for." The Black Widow whispers, hoping her words offer some sort of comfort as she allows the younger woman to cry and wail into her chest.

"I wish he were okay."

"He will be. I promise."

short chapter? yes. I need filled chapter ideas so pls help I'm desperate