A/N: If this is bad, it's cause it's a spon-chapter. (Take some characters, throw in a prompt, and write with no planning or breaks.)
The hero looked at you through the crowd, silently crying.
"Grab my hand, I'm drowning. I feel my heart pounding."
Pietro was dead, pumped through with lead. You were staring at his lifeless body, sobs wracking your body. It felt like you'd never run out of tears.
"Why haven't you found me yet?"
Wanda wanted to walk to you, tell you she knew how you felt. He was her twin, after all. All she needed was for you to look up and see how she felt, but she wasn't in a spot you could see her.
"I hold you so proudly. Traumas, they surround me."
You, Wanda, and Clint all stood together, looking at the stone marker with his name on it. Pietro was dead. It hurt to think; you hugged Wanda, crying into her shoulder the whole time. She held you tightly, holding her own tears in. Trauma filled her life; you and Pietro were all she had. Now he was gone.
"I wish you'd just love me back."
"Y/N, I love you," Wanda pictured herself saying. But it would never happen. You only loved one Maximoff twin, and he was 6 feet underground. One day, she walked up to you, crying. You'd pulled her into a hug, mumbling words of comfort. "I love you, okay?" Wanda hiccuped. She pulled back to see your reaction; you smiled softly. "I love you too, Wanda."
"I know." She blinked away her tears, then gave you a sad smile. "Just not the way I need."
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More Than A Hero
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