Agony (Wanda Maximoff)

Chapter 9

||"I will love you till the end of time."||

There was something incredibly fascinating about the way people interacted with each other. For the last three months, Wanda was trying to accept the death of her brother, and in those three months, she had forgotten what it was like to do something other than be sad. The way people talked to each other out there in the real world was so interesting, and Wanda found herself completely engaged in everything that they were saying.

No one spoke of missions or of Hydra; they spoke of their children and their jobs and everything that made them happy.

Wanda found it spectacular.

"Any boys in your life, Miss?" The older woman asked her. Through out the day, others had joined in at their table, and soon enough, every chair was taken up with women of all ages.

"No," Wanda laughed, and the women at the table looked at each other incredulously.

"So you're telling us that a pretty girl like you doesn't have a boy chasing you around?"

"I do not think so, and I hope not. That would be a bit scary." The women smiled at her and Wanda took a sip from her water bottle. When she closed her eyes for a second, she heard the familiar sound of Jarvis' electromagnetic clicking. When she opened her eyes, she looked up to the ceiling and noticed the camera moving side by side. Then, when it moved towards Wanda's direction, it stopped and she heard the sound of the camera lens zooming in.

With that, the doors to the building flew open and Steve rushed in, his shirt and hair soaked with water. Everyone stopped talking and looked over at him. Almost immediately, Wanda felt her guilt taking over. She knew Steve would be worried, and she was kind of hoping that Natasha would be the one to go out and find her.

Steve's eyes wandered around the large room and stopped when they found Wanda. He weaved through the tables and made his way over to her, bringing her in for a hug when he reached her. Wanda looked around the room as Steve hugged her, and she noticed that some people were taking pictures, and she didn't quite understand why.

"Don't ever do that again," he whispered to her, and after a few minutes, she hugged him back. Wanda could hear everyone's thoughts, but no one spoke; they only watched as her and Steve hugged tightly. Steve breathed out in relief, and Wanda let the warmth of his body comfort her, even though he was dripping wet. "What were you thinking? You could have gotten lost or hurt." He released her from his embrace and stared down at her.

"I did not want to bother anyone. I'm sorry," Wanda looked down at the women who were sitting at the table and tried her best to smile at them. But they weren't focused on her, only focused on Steve. "I have to go," she said to them, this time grabbing their attention. "It was very nice to meet you all." The older woman who Wanda had met first stood up and brought her in for a quick hug.

"Seems like you do have a boy chasing you, a captain at that." The older woman smiled brightly at Wanda and sat back down. Then ever so lightly, Steve grabbed Wanda's hand and they both walked out of the building and back out into the pouring rain. Since they started walking, Wanda figured that Steve didn't bring a car. He didn't let go of her hand until they made it back to the Stark tower, and when he did let her go, she started walking to the elevator without him. She didn't understand the sudden rage that was piling up inside of her, but when she got into the elevator, she forced herself to calm down. She didn't want to take out her anger on Steve, he didn't deserve it.

"You must be hungry," Steve said.

"I already ate," she muttered, and when the elevator doors opened on her floor, she stepped out and turned to Steve. "Whatever is happening up there," she pointed up to Tony's apartment floor and continued. "I want to know what it is. Something is happening to me, and everyday I wake up not sure of what it means. I do not want to keep living like this." Before the elevator doors could shut, Steve walked out and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. 

"Give it time," he said into her ear, and he started rubbing her head as she began to cry into his already wet shirt.

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At first, he felt like he was dreaming; a peaceful dream in which worry and fear did not exist. Then the pain slowly began to take route. He felt as though he was being bludgeoned by a knife repeatedly. The worst part about it all is that he couldn't see anything. Total darkness that made him feel like he was left in some purgatory.

Then he woke up from the darkness and was welcomed to the world again.

Pietro Maximoff was alive.

Dr. Cho told him he had been asleep for three months, and that he was going to have to stay in bed for longer just as a precaution. But that didn't matter to him, all that did matter was Wanda. He had asked for her repeatedly after he woke, but Dr. Cho insisted that he didn't worry. How could he not though? It was his sister, not just someone who didn't matter.

Then Dr. Banner arrived, and that's when he started to feel better about things.

"When can I see her?" Pietro asked Bruce. He had just woken up from his nap and was desperately hungry.

"She's back in New York, but, she's ok. Natasha and Steve are looking out for her, and when you're all better, I'll take you to her. But for now, you have to rest. Coming back from the dead isn't something that happens everyday. There will be some complications if we don't keep an eye on you." Bruce pulled out Pietro's chart and examined his vitals for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Your food is on it's way."

"Can I talk to her?" Bruce looked at Pietro, then back at the chart, trying to distract himself.

"They've been really busy over there in New York, you know, dealing with Hydra and trying to keep this world safe. But I told Natasha to call me when she got the chance, so when she does, I'll ask for Wanda so you can talk to her."

At the sound of his sister's name, his heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since he'd seen his sister, and all he wanted to do was fly back to New York and hug her for the rest of his life.

"Thank you," Pietro said quietly.

"She misses you too, you should know that. Whatever you feel, she feels, so do me a favor and try not to die again. Two Maximoff's are better than one." Bruce placed Pietro's chart back on the desk and walked out of the room. With ease, Pietro rested his head against the thick pillow and sighed. The scars that the bullets left were slowly healing, and even though the pain was minimal, he still felt stiff from all of the scars.

He pulled the covers over himself and tried his best to get comfortable. He needed to try and clear his mind, because if he didn't, he was going to get out of bed and try and leave, and he knew that he'd get into too much trouble if it came to that.