DownFall

Tension

"It's been six months Wanda! I didn't kill him!"
As per usually Wanda and I were arguing again. Since Pietro died we started hating each other. She hated me because she thought I'd killed her brother and I hated her because... I didn't actually hate her of course it had just snowballed so much I didn't know how to fix it.
"Oh six months living with my brothers murderer makes it easer for me to grieve him! The one person I had left in the world!"
Wanda screamed back at me. I was about to carry on arguing but Tony cleared his throat to remind us both we was in the middle of a meeting. I crossed my arms and started sulking like a child glaring at Wanda as she did the same. I felt a Comforting hand on my shoulder and assumed it was my dad. It was Nat.
"You can't hate each other forever."
She whispered I moved my gaze to Nat and gave her a soft smile and then glued my eyes to the floor.
"Okay, I'm bored we are done."
Tony announced has he left the room playing with some sort of Tec thing. Me and Nat got up and walked into the kitchen to grab some food.
We were trying to cook pasta but me and Nat were useless at cooking. Nat thought she was funny by throwing dry pasta at my head.
"Children."
A dry under the breath voice came from behind us. Me and Natasha looked up to see Wanda reading a book. I scoffed and like clock work I felt Natasha's hand over my mouth as she dragged me out of the room.
"What the hell nat?"
"You can't keep arguing with her she just gets you mad. You and I know you didn't kill Pie-"
"Don't say his name."
My tone changed as I stopped her saying his name. My head dropped. I didn't mean to snap at her, I'd just hadn't have the chance to greave since arguing with Wanda every second of the day.
"I'm sorry."
Nat gave me a hug. She knew me better then anyone ever had. Even better then my dad.
"I hate her Natasha, I lost my best friend and she's blaming me."
"Y/n/n first of all never call me Natasha, second of all you got to let her go."
I knew what she meant. Before the mission. Before Pietro died.

~ Flash back ~

We were on the Quinn get on the way to our mission. Me, Wanda and Pietro at messing around with our powers annoying everyone.
"Hey Wanda can we talk after we get back to the compound?"
"Of course we can what about?"
Wanda answered me making my eyes widen. I started stuttering I didn't want to tell her right now.
"Little sister, learn how to be patients."
Pietro jumped to my defence. Wanda flicked him on the head and walked over to Steve.
"You're going to tell my sister your in love with her yes?"
I started to sweat and panic I didn't know he knew I loved her nor did I know how he was going to react.
"Well I- erm... yeah."
"My best friend and my sister!"
"P shut up! She's gunna hear you man."
"Sorry, sorry bro I'm just exited for you it's about time!"
"You knew?"
"Of course I knew you practically dribble over her every time she's around."
"Shut up."
Our conversation were cut short with Cap announced we would be landing soon.

~ The Present ~

"You know?"
I asked Natasha with a confused look.
"Y/n, I'm your best friend and so was P. Me and him talked about you a lot. He told me before we got off the jet that day."
I smiled at the thought of my two best friends being friends. I just wished I could have seen them together.
"Why don't you tell her?"
"Nat absolutely not! That feeling has past. All I have now... it hate."
She raised her eyebrow she saw straight threw my lie. I didn't have any words I could think of saying to defend myself.
"Anyway I know you wasn't listening in the meeting but I have a mission so I got to get ready. Oh and your pasta is burning by the way."
"Shit."
I ran back into the kitchen to try save my food to see Wanda fixing it for me. I stopped dead in my tracks and admired her beauty. For a minute all the hate I thought had was gone.
"Thanks."
I broke the thoughts I was having and gave her a gentle smile.
"Your food was burning. It smelt bad so you know..."
She didn't look up from my pasta. Then she started stirring some sauce I hadn't made.
"You can't just eat plain pasta. It's just some bolognese sauce but I didn't do it for you, cooking calms me down."
"Thanks."
I was confused why she was doing this for me. I sat across from her trying to figure out what was going on.
"It's done."
With that Wanda walked out the room not saying another word.