In the next life.

As the years pass.(Childhood arc part 1.)

Growing up again was weird. As a baby all she did was eat, sleep and embarrassing enough make a mess in her diaper. The less said about the feeding situation the better. Since it was not much she could do as a baby, Akari spent the time thinking of her last life, how it went, what she lost and she cried. Which oddly made her feel better, so she cried for the parents she lost, the brother that died, the love she sacrificed only to watch him be murdered a few moments later and the friends she had lost...

But mostly she cried for who she had been in her last life, for the little girl who had to grow up too fast. For the orphan on the streets of war-torn Sokovia that didn't know when her next meal would be. For the pre-teen that slept so lightly, because she didn't trust anyone not to try to hurt her and her brother when they were sleeping. For the angry teen that signed up for experimentations because of the helplessness she felt. Wanda cried even harder for the almost woman that underwent torture to get power and the woman who made the wrong decisions causing her to lose the only constant she had since birth, her twin, the one that did everything just so that she would be safe and happy.

She cried for the woman that would always be feared by the world for her powers, the woman who made a home and had friends and a way to make amends for her wrongdoings only to lose it all and be branded a criminal.

Akari cried for the woman who sacrificed the man she loved to save the universe only for it to mean nothing in the end. She cried for the grief stricken woman who got trapped in her dream life turned nightmare. For the wife that lost her husband and the mother who had to give up her children to release the people she unknowingly held hostage. Wanda cried for the stupid woman who got corrupted by that godforsaken book and the monster she became.

And through all of the crying Akari's new twin Izuku would hold her hand and her new mother would hold her close and sing to her. This love and comfort along with the grieving helped her heal, but what really made her accept that she had died and been reborn again. Was seeing Pietro in her dream.

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She was standing in the clearing she and Pietro would go to, their escape from the orphanage and their war-torn home. It was one of the few places in Sokovia that was still beautiful, green and lush with flowers and trees growing everywhere. This was the one place they could be children, where they would run and play and pick flowers. This place held some of her happiest memories.

"This place always made you smile sestra." A familiar voice brought Wanda out of her musings.

Turing around almost as fast as the owner of the voice. "Pietro..." she whispered when she saw him, he looked the same as the last time she had seen him alive. Hair that turned silver because of his speed, electric blue eyes that always held a spark of mischief and his skin seemed to glow. But most importantly he had no bullet wounds, he looked healthy, happy and more at peace that she had ever seen her always moving twin.

"Long dead brother get a hug or what?" Pietro asked with a gentle smirk on his face and open arms.

"You... You'r not real, just a dream..." Wanda whispered sadly, while never taking her eyes away from him for fear that he would disappear.

"Maybe I'm a dream or a part of your imagination" he said in a gentle voice while lowering his arms. "Maybe I'm an imprint left behind with you after my death or maybe the Powers That Be are letting me appear before you right now." Holding out a hand towards her. "Does it really matter?"

Taking his hand and holding it tightly "No... It really doesn't." She whispered to herself more than anything else.

Walking hand in hand with him around the clearing that had witnessed most of their happiest childhood memories after their parents had died. She couldn't stop looking at him, he looked alive and happy. It was all she ever wanted for him.