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chapter three

The next week had been awfully quiet at the Avenger Compound except when the news was being played. That was when everyone was extra quiet. Though the absence of Tony Stark the past couple of weeks had really made the entire building feel still.

Wearing a blue plaid sweater, gray sweatpants with white socks, Allie walked through the halls of the compound holding a mug of freshly made tea. She was heading for her room to continue binge watching her current favorite show. She hadn't been paying attention to the news. She was used to the media trashing her name in the mud, when she had risked her life to save others. So she stopped watching the news altogether.

But as she walked through the wide and quiet halls, she heard the faint sound of the news being played. Coming from Wanda's room.

She slowly stepped into the doorway of the room, finding the dark red-head sitting on her bed, not even looking at the tv. She had this guilty-written frown on her, looking down at her hands while the news continued to play;

"11 Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria, last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos when the attack occurred."

"Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil. Not only because of the actions of criminals, but by the indifference of those pledging to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all."

"They are operating outside and above the international law. Because that's the reality if we don't respond to acts like these. What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeri—"

When the tv suddenly shut off, Wanda glanced back to find the blonde in her doorway, holding up the remote, "Enough watching this bullshit," she muttered under her breath, tossing the remote onto the redhead's bed.

She rolled her eyes while sipping her tea when she heard her father in the distance say, "Hey, language."

Allie then leaned against the doorway as Steve walked up next to her, finding the state of Wanda as well, "It's my fault," she said.

"No it's not," Allie told her.

"Turn the TV back on," Wanda said as Allie eyed her, "They're being very specific."

"You...saved us, Wanda," Allie told her as she walked in, sitting down next to her on the bed.

"And others were killed in the process," Wanda shakily said, "I did that."

"No," Steve shook his head, "I should've clocked the bomb vest long before you had to deal with it. When Rumlow said Bucky, all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again in Brooklyn."

"And I froze..." Allie murmured, "I felt like a nine year old all over again."

"People died," Steve added, stepping into the room, "It's on me."

"It's on all of us," Wanda told them and Allie smiled at her before reaching over and grabbing her hand. Squeezing it in reassurance.

"This job...we try to save as many people as we can," Steve said, "Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time...maybe nobody gets saved."

He glanced at Allie, finding a tense expression, knowing who she was thinking of. Who both girls were thinking of; Pietro.

But all their thoughts drifted away when Vision suddenly materialized through the wall. They all glanced back at him, surprised expressions across the daughter and father,