One Foot in Front of the Other {A Pietro Maximoff fanfiction}

Prologue

I think my mind is broken. When I ask the others, they just tell me that it's missing a few parts. But, if something is missing pieces of itself, doesn't that mean that it is, in fact, broken? I know that they say that just to make me feel better. They think that I can't see the sadness in their eyes; I know what sadness looks like, living on the streets allows you to see sadness clearly. Wanda always looks the most upset. She doesn't speak to me as much as she used to. Ever since Sokovia was shattered, she's been quiet.

Pietro tells me it's because she's lonely, but why would she be lonely? She has Pietro and me! It's strange, every time I mention Pietro, tears seem to form in Wanda's eyes. It is almost like she's missing a part of her former self, just like me. I try to comfort her, telling her that I can help, but no matter when I do, she goes running to Clint for alleviation of her depressive state. Clint's sad too.

Why are they all like this? They saved the world, they stopped Ultron! Everyone came home safe; we should all be celebrating! But no. They are all grieving; grieving over someone or something I cannot see.

Pietro doesn't like how Wanda ignores him. She looks at him like she sees the walls on the other side of the room. When he speaks, she doesn't listen. When he tries to comfort her with hugs or hand-holding, she seems to pass right through him.

I know this sounds strange, but I just want to go back to the time when the three of us lived on the streets. Wanda was happier then, Pietro could speak and be heard by all, and my mind wasn't broken. I want to go back to the very beginning; the day I met the twins; the day our great adventure began. Those memories are so clear that they scorch my brain and almost send me back to a time full of bitterness and torture, and love and bliss.