The Winter Witch

Chapter One: Visions

Growing up in Sokovia was hard. We never knew what the next day would bring us. Would it be scary and terrifying? Would it be sad and lonely? Or would it be another war zone...? It was hard for us all the time, but I knew I could count on him. We depended on each other. We were each others rock. Inseparable since birth. I knew I could always count on him. We were happy and nothing could get in our way.

But it did. He did.

Ultron.

Now, I'm left with a broken heart and half my soul. Half of me is dead because of him.

Pietro is dead because of him.

I look up at Vision and see him staring at me. His face is stricken with grief for me. I know that he heard all of that loud and clear. I guess I can't be alone with my thoughts around him. I wipe a stray tear away from my face and look away from him.

"Wanda..." His voice soothes me and runs a chill up my spine.

I turn back and sigh sadly. "Yes, Vision?"

He walks over to where I am on my bed and sits next to me. He puts an arm around me and pulls me close. "Everyone on this planet knows that death is inevitable. It will happen to every single human being on this planet...and one day it will happen to you."

Hearing this just made me irritated and even more depressed. "What's your point?" I snap.

"Pietro's death was inevitable. He lived a great life. He had you, his whole world. He died a hero because that's what he was on this Earth for. To be an Avenger. I might add, he was a pretty good Avenger too. Even if it was for one battle." Vision said staring off into space, as if he could see Pietro's life flash before him.

I hadn't realized, but tears were just pouring down my face.

"You can't keep thinking about the bad, Wanda. Think about the good times instead. You'll feel a lot better. Pietro would want you to move on because you have so much life to live."

Vision was right. I can't keep living like this. I buried my head in Vision's shirt and he stroked my hair. We stayed like this for what seemed like forever.