Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 2

"And you want to know why? Because I wasn't about to give up on something- someone that I believed in."
-Olivia Stone, Target Heart

  **********************************

"Eleven people have been confirmed dead and nine in serious condition in hospital. Reports from all over the world are confirming our thoughts. Do we really need the Avengers?" I turned off the TV and sighed. Steve, who Sat opposite me looked at me and put his head in his hands.

"Sometimes we can't avoid it."
"And sometimes we can. I wish that it was more of an avoid than causing it."
Getting up, I sat beside Steve and hugged him before I started talking.

"Remember when we went on that mission in '44?"
"Which one?"
"The one you tried to stop me from going on but I teleported right into the van?" Steve laughed, remembering exactly which mission I was talking about. Our very first mission as Captain America and Gem Stone.

"I was adamant you weren't going to come with."
"Yet, I came with. And you want to know why? Because I wasn't about to give up on something- someone that I believed in. You need to do that too." I kissed his forehead (in a sisterly fashion) and turned around, walking towards Wanda's room.

In '44, Steve and I became government experiments. Two people who shouldn't be alive today. A Doctor Erkenstien creates the super solider serum, a serum to turn someone into a mighty solider.

Well, they had doses for two people. Male and female. Steve was that male and I was dragged into it after I promise I made. Idiot, right?

Anyway, Steve went from a scrawny little dude to this huge hunk of muscle that is known as Captain America. Well, when he dons the striped suit. When he's not in it, he's my Steve. My oldest and best friend.

As for me? I was the experiment gone wrong. Something about my cells sent them whizzing and whirring into a constant hyperactive state. Not only was I made stronger and faster at healing, I was given the abilities of telekinesis, teleportation and telepathy. Handy now, but not so handy when you come out of a metal tin and then all of a sudden, BOOM! You can hear everyone in your head and every time you look somewhere, you teleport and then you break something with a flick of your pinky.
Highly irritating then, as I said. But now? Wanda is like my apprentice. I'm teaching her to use her gifts to help more and to be able to control them.

I leaned up against the door and smiled sadly. She was watching the news, eyes plastered on the screen as they tore down her tiny but important reputation bit by small bit.

"Don't listen to them, Wanda." I told her as I turned it off. She turned around to look at me, her brown eyes sad. She reminded me of me, ninety  or so years ago.

"I killed those people. It's my fault that it happened." I walked in and sat on her bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"No, it's my fault. I panicked and I was prepared to protect everyone else and die with Steve. I should of see. What you were doing. It's my fault because I failed to help you when I could see from the beginning that it was my fault." Wanda looked at me and shook her head.

"It's my fault actually. I created Rumlow into Crossbones. Neither of you should blame yourselves."
"It's all our fault." Wanda said simply. I looked at Steve who came over and sat on the other side of Wanda and we sat there before I stood up and looked at the wall behind us.

"What's wrong?"
"You have a guest, Wanda." And through the wall, came Vision.

Vision is JARVIS and Ultron at the same time. He was created a year ago and helped to destroy an AI robot who wanted to destroy the earth and was created by Tony Stark. He was... Special to say the least.