The only good I've ever done (marvel)

Suffering and Pizza

Robyn was released from hospital three weeks later. She wasn't supposed to have left for another three or so weeks, but her constant nagging caused Tony to give in, and bring her back to the tower, to be treated there.

This was met with much pleasure though, as Thor had left for Asgard, Clint had finally retired, and there was still no word from Bruce, the tower had been quiet of late, even Pepper not visiting that much, though Robyn wasn't sure why.

She was met with laughing and hugs, though being still wheelchair bound, she managed to extract herself from most of them. Although she was enjoying the excitement, even from Natasha, she found her eyes reaching towards the two that weren't by her.

Wanda and the red Robot stood, watching her.

She waved Bucky off her wheelchair handles and wheeled herself over to them.

"Hey."

Wanda just stared at her, before walking off. The robot awkwardly held out his hand, before saying in his gentle voice: "Sorry about that, she's..."

Robyn sighed. "It's fine. I get it." She eyed him warily.

"Oh, apologies, I forgot to introduce myself before. They call me Vision."

"Robyn. So you decided to try clothes?"

Visions' puzzled expression soon gave way to clarity as he looked down at his clothed body.

"Ah yes. Personally I don't see how it matters, but your family thinks otherwise."

"They're not my-...." Robyn looked behind her, at the laughing group of people, Tony, Natasha, Steve.... and Bucky, still watching her. She gave him a reassuring smile, and turned back to Vision.
"Lets just say that clothes are something of importance in this age."

He gave a shrug, and looked back the way Wanda had gone.

"Maybe I should go check on her."

"No!" Robyn found herself saying. "I... I'd prefer it if I went."

"Of course," nodded Vision, and pushed open the door for her. She glanced back to see Bucky still watching her, and she gave him a salute as she passed through the door.

Her wheels squeaked as she rode through the halls, glad she was on the same floor as the bedrooms. Ticking off the rooms in her head, she passed Bruce's, just as empty as It was before he left, Thor's, which although he'd left long ago, still reeked, Steve's, disciplined as always, though she knew the state of the underneath of the bed, Natasha's, homely, but clear of anything personal, the only unusual thing some scratches on the bed post and Buckys, which was dark as always. He never liked opening his blinds.

She sped past hers, nearly hitting the doorframe in the process, and managed to spin herself around, so she sat in front of one of the last remaining doors, the only one shut. Rolling her chair into the door a few times, hard enough to create a bang, she pushed herself back, rubbing her bashed knees.

There was definitely an easier way to do that

Oh shut up

She heard footsteps behind the door, and a furious face flung open the door.

"Was there not a way you could knock without damaging this door!!" Wanda cried, before storming back into the room, and sitting stonily at the bottom of her bed.

Robyn wheeled herself in, careful to not bump into anything else.

"You're mad at me." Straight to the point.

Wanda just looked away.

"You're mad because... because I survived and he... Pietro didn't."

"Don't say his name." Wanda pronounced, her accent thickening. "You have no idea what I'm.. oh wait. You probably do." Her sarcastic tone was marred by the fact the Robyn had looked away in despondency.

"Wanda. Please believe me when I say this. If I could trade spaces with your brother at this moment, I would. He deserved to live. He deserved a lot more that what he was given. So do you. Please Wanda. Forgive me for not being able to give you both more. Please." Her voice cracked on the last line and Wanda finally looked at her.

"He died. Fighting your battle. I don't care how many ways you say it. I will never forgive you for his death. Never."

Something in Robyn gave in at that moment.

"Okay." And she turned and left, Wanda watching her every step of the way.

Bucky stood out in the corridor, and he frowned as he looked at her.

"You Okay?"

Robyn just shook her head.

"Hey, thought we promised not to keep secrets."

"It's.. it's so unfair." She muttered. "I get you, I get to live. She gets nothing.
What kind of world is that?"

Bucky stared down at her. He'd never seen her look so defeated, so despondent. Not by nightmares, or memories, or past lives, or death. This was something else.

"You think Pietro's death was your fault? How?"

"I saved you. I couldn't save him."

"Yeah, because you were nearer to me! He made his choice, and that's on him!! Don't blame yourself. No one could have saved him. You were incredibly lucky."

Robyn still seemed lost. "Of course I was. I always am. Incredibly lucky, that's me! While everyone else around me falls." The sarcasm dripped off her tongue, and Bucky could only stand there.

Then he crouched down, taking her hands in his. "You do realize everything you've ever said to me, and I you, to make you feel better, to get better, is incredibly hypocritical. Everything. About letting go, it not being your fault, your past doesn't define you... why don't we both just let it go, if only for a few months. Be happy. Now do you want pizza?"

She gave him a glare. "That is..... okay. But you have to as well. And yes I would."

He gave his gentle grin, and they slipped down the corridor, their usually around equal height diminished by Robyn's current disability.

Robyn turned just as they rounded the corner, staring back at Wanda's door.

"I wish there was someway I could help her."

"Give her space. Maybe she'll come round. She's been through a lot. You get that."

"Hey, I thought I was the wise one. I did die and all !!!"

A smile danced across her eyes, and seeing this, Bucky relaxed again.

Things were going to get back to normal.