Are we still in love?

3 words, 8 letters

Wandas POV

"Please?" I nodded my head and fell to my knees in front of her. She placed her fingers to my temples "you're on wanda!" She whispered and I fell into my past.

August, 1996, Sokovia, Home

"PAPA!" Pietro ran into his fathers open arms and hugged him. I was sitting on the couch looking out the window. The gunshots were audible from behind the thick glass and I would find myself counting the seconds between each fire as I lay next to my brother at night. 

"милая, какое правило?" (sweetheart, what is the rule?)

"I- I th-thought it was to prac-practise our English papa. On movie night." He chuckled and squeezed my cheeks. 

"You are right my love, but do me a favour. To put your old papa's mind at rest? Don't look out the window?." I smiled and nodded but it was hard, learning English was hard, but I would try. 

"Ok papa." He smiled and picked me up placing me on his hip. 

"Now, where is mama?"

"кухня" (kitchen)

"English Wanda!" I heard my mother call from the other room

"Sorry Mama!" I hopped down and walked to my brother and sat with him. Mama and papa talked for a bit before walking into the sitting room.

"Wanda, It's your pick!" I looked in his suitcase, which was full fo every movie imaginable. 

"My pick is not here!" I sat back down in front of the sofa next to my twin. We had been moved off the sofa to make way for our parents. 

"Ah! That Is right! Your pick is hidden." Mama placed her hand over my eyes and I laughed, wiggling free of her grip. 

"Season 6, episode 45!"

"Always sitcoms! Sitcom! Sitcom! Sitcom!" I smiled and shoved my brother. 

"Oh! This is good episode. They get up to all kinds of shenanigans!" My mother said as we settled down to watch the show.

"What is shenanigan again?" Pietro asked.

"It is like problem but more... silly than scary, but can sometimes be a little bit scary." I answered  as the opening credits rolled onto the screen. I turned to look at my mother and she blew a kiss at me. I smiled.

Mama and papa were both killed. Me and Pietro scrambled under our bed. Tears leaked from both of our eyes. The tv lay glitching in front of me. Playing the same scene over and over again. Soon the second bomb fell through our open roof, beeping and beeping, making the room glow a faint red. 'STARK INDUSTRIES' it read. Stark had killed my parents. Stark would pay. I reached out to grab it but soon Pietro pulled me back,

"ЧЕМ ТЫ ЗАНИМАЕШЬСЯ!" (WHAT ARE YOU DOING!) 

"я- не знаю" (I- I don't know)

PRESENT DAY

I lay on my back, my head resting in Y/Ns lap. 

"Is that enough?" I asked "Please let it be enough."

"My love you know it's not. You have to go... There" 

"No, I don't wanna go back."

"I know my love..." Her hands fell to my temples again and once again I was submerged in the cold water of my past life.