14) Something Is Wrong

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The tundra outside the fortress had settled.

While the Avengers apprehended what remained of HYDRA's forces, the twins cautiously made their way towards the town at the outskirts of the snowy forest.

Everyone had heard of the heroic deeds of the Avengers, but most never got to see the outcome. The twins stared with disgust and anger as red blood mixed into the snow, creating a murky brown. They saw mostly unconscious bodies, but some who had been unfortunate enough to be thrown aside or hit something too hard lay dead at the base of rocks and tree trunks. Bullet casings littered the ground and weapons lay abandoned.

Abruptly, the female twin turned to look at her brother. "Pietro, I feel something."

Her brother frowned. "What do you mean?"

She didn't reply as she stopped to look at the fortress they'd just left behind.

"It is... Strange." She then said. "Stark..."

"What about him?" Pietro questioned, only to have silence in response. "Wanda?"

She tilted her head curiously. "He will suffer."

"That is good, no?"

"There is something else... I do not know what it is."

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Tony abruptly awoke from his vision, finding himself on the stone cold floor of the underground laboratory.

His cheeks were wet with tears and he could feel an ache quickly spreading throughout his entire body. He felt overwhelmed as he clutched at his heart, gripping the necklace once more.

He thought of you, of what seeing you in that vision could mean. He never truly believed in an afterlife or loved ones watching over a person, but now part of him craved truth to those theories. He wanted to know if any of it was real, if you were okay and if there was any way he could see you again.

"Oh, (Y/n)..." He mumbled, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to remember how it felt to hug you in the vision. "I miss you, kid."

He took a minute to recover and didn't move at first, content with simply sitting in place and thinking of you in that paradise. He had no idea what happened, guessing that maybe the scepter played with his mind or something along those lines. It was the only thing that made sense.

Once he was able to catch his breath and dry his eyes, Tony moved to his feet and cautiously approached the scepter once more. He held out his hand as he circled the podium until a faint whooshing sound echoed in the lab and the gauntlet of his suit covered his palm. With that, he was able to flawlessly grab the scepter.

He marvelled in awe at the mysterious weapon now in his possession, the blue glow from the ornate orb at the top bathing everything in an eerie atmosphere.

"Now to find the old grasshopper and get the hell out of here." He muttered.

He looked around the lab and held the scepter low, listening out for any sign of Hank. Aside from the thrumming of the scepter, he was able to faintly pick up a sound similar to muffled cries of anger and sadness. However, by the time he found his new teammate, Hank was as quiet as ever as he picked up his suit helmet.

"Got the prize." Tony said, making himself known. "Did you find what you wanted?"

Hank merely nodded in confirmation as he turned his helmet around in his hands. Tony noticed that it looked damaged.

"What happened, little guy?" He questioned with a slight hint of mocking in his tone. "Someone step on you?"

It was easy to see that Hank did not appreciate the taunts as he only grunted in response.

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