▪︎ Hello, I am I simp for Avengers: Age of Ultron Wanda, so here's this... Also, I hope you enjoy! Please tell me who you want me to write about more in the future. ▪︎
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I make my way through the causalities in Sokovia. All the death and destruction caused by the Avengers battle. So many innocent lives all because of us. This mess our team created. It's not wonder people hate us... What kind of superheros let's something like this get so out of hand?
I make my way through the crowd of people mourning over their loved ones. There's so many people. Slowly but surely they're being politely taken out by other Avengers like Clint, Nat, and Steve. My eyes wander at all the people before they stop on Wanda Maximoff, a new addition to the Avengers. The girl who just lost her brother while the two of then were helping is fight.
Her and her brother were helping Ultron at first because of their anger towards Tony, but once they learned what he was doing and how Ultron was lying, they did the right thing. Her brother was going to join the Avengers too, but he sacrificed himself without hesitation. A real hero move.
I make my way over to Wanda. Even though she helped Ultron at first, I like her. I see the good in her, and in general, I feel terrible for her. She's lost so much and now she has to work with Tony after what his weapons did to her parents... She's been given such strong and hard to use powers and no instructions on how to use them. I hope to help her with that.
I'm sure she needs some comfort. She and her brother seemed really close. I watch her look up at me as I walk over to her. There's silence as I sit down next to her. I look at her brother, his body covered in bullet wounds. Wanda's eyes are glued to him, and then, suddenly, Wanda speaks up.
"You know, he was the only person I had left..." I hear Wanda sniffle a bit. "Now I'm alone. I have no one left." I sit there for a moment and I slowly move my hand over to hers, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly. Our eyes both still locked onto Pietro.
"You aren't alone, and you'll never be alone ever again. You have the Avengers, and most importantly, me." Wanda looks up at me. "I'll look out for you, stand up for you, help you control your powers. I'll make sure the Avengers play fair with you and contribute to teaching you how to be a hero."
"You really think you can help me with my powers?" She mutters, her eyes wandering over to look at our hands intertwined together.
"Yeah... I know how hard it can be to learn how to use your powers. It's annoying and stressful. Sometimes you feel like a monster or you feel like giving up on managing it, but it's worth it. Learning how to embody and control this magic inside of you, it's important." Wanda squeezes my hand tighter. "I know it hurt to lose your brother, and I won't lie when I tell you things like grief makes it harder to control your abilities due to your sadness and distress, I'm not lying. Losing someone is hard and it messes with your emotions and even your powers..."
"How do you know? H-Have you lost someone too?" Wanda mutters, her eyes flicking back over to Pietro's corpse. I watch a tear form in her eye.
"I have. A few people who were important to me actually, but look at me now. I can proudly say, I'm doing fine with not only my emotions, but my powers too, and I swear to you, you will not be alone in this process. I'll help. I'm going to help you get settled into the Avenger's compound and everything will be okay. I promise."
"You promise?" Wanda mutters. I nod along. I look down at Pietro, his body mangled and destroyed.
"I'm really sorry about your loss..." I mutter. "And I'm sorry to do this, but we need to go, okay? We're gonna bury your brother." Wanda looks at me with a puzzled expression.
"I-I thought they weren't giving him a burial?" Wanda exclaims.
"I pulled a few strings." I smile a bit. Wanda looks confused and then looks as if she's going to cry. "Please don't cry-" I mutter, worried that I did something wrong. "Are they good tears or bad tears?"
"Good tears." She says, her thick Russian accent coming through. We stand in silence for a moment before she looks at me and suddenly begins talking. "Oh my God, thank you so much. It means so much to me." Her eyes sparkle from a mix of tears in her eyes and the pure joy she's feeling. Our gazes stay stuck on one another before Wanda squeezes me tightly. I lightly hug her back.
"It's no problem, Wanda, but we need to go. Okay?" I ask. She nods and gets up, looking at her brother and letting one more tear fall from her face before leaving. She clings closely to me, trying to avoid all the dead bodies due to her guilt. It's the fact that she feels like this is mainly her fault... I hold her closely, making sure she's safe. I want her to know she is safe...
