It's not what it seems

11

(So, this chapter might be a little short, even though it took me pretty long to write it, thanks to computer issues and a small writers block after that, but, I have to say I really enjoyed writing it. I liked to take a little step off of the whole romance thing and just focus more on friendship. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (Am I really gonna say it? Yeah I think I am) Lot's of Love to those who have sticked with this fan fiction until now, you guys are great, Moonwolf)

I stood back as Wanda squatted down beside the little graves of her parents. She let go a sad sigh. It had taken us five days to find the graves, but now we were here, with flowers. Red roses, almost scarlet. Wanda had found it very fitting. As she sat there she looked even younger than she was. She let her head hang, her hair a curtain to both sides of her face. "Why?" I heard her whisper, "Why is the world so cruel?" I walked over to her, "It really is, isn't it?" I said in a soft voice as I squatted down beside her. "It always has been." I put an arm around her. "Of course, that doesn't make the pain any less real, or any less painful." She shook her head, "No, it doesn't. But it's true nevertheless." "You okay?" "Yeah... I'm fine." I could see she was close to crying, but I didn't say anything about it. We sat there for a while, until she laid the flowers down on the graves. "I think I want to go," she said. "Then we'll go." I stood up, helped her up and we walked to the car we parked just outside the fence. This was the first but not the last time, Wanda visited her parents' graves. Neither was it the last time I was there with her.

We went to a little café in a nearby town to drink some coffee. Wanda stayed silent the whole time we were there, but I didn't blame her for that. There was something shocking about seeing your parents' graves for the first time. I knew that myself. After I saw the ones of my parents, I didn't really feel like talking either. I wondered how the second time would feel... Would it still be that shocking? Or maybe a little less, since I knew what I could expect? I didn't know. I'll see when I get there, I thought. Which would be after a week. We'd stay here in Sokovia for a while to take care of the graves. And for a bit of sightseeing after. Tomorrow we'd got rid the graves of weed, which was technically all that needed to be done. Then we'd visit the "battlefield" of the fight against Ultron. After that? We didn't really know.

And so, the next day, as I already said, we plucked weed form the graves. She looked a little calmer, now that she saw the graves for the second time. She still kept a little to herself though, and I gave her the space she needed. After that we went to see the "battlefield". This also brought up some emotions for Wanda, since Pietro died here. But him we buried an America, Clint was buried on the same graveyard now. His grave she visited regularly she had told me. She never told any of the others though.

Somehow the place made me think of Banner and how he dropped himself in the ocean as Hulk, fully aware of what he was doing. I was in love with him at that time... The thought of that saddened me a bit. But thinking how far I came from that... No, it still didn't really make me feel better.

We didn't want to stay there for too long, so after ten minutes we went back to the hotel. We didn't say a word on the way back, both lost in our own sad thoughts. When we arrived at the hotel we both went back to our rooms, still not willing to share anything. We did trust each other yes, but were both a bit... closed off to the people around us, not matter how much we trust them. But I knew that eventually we'd talk to each other, we were friends now.

And of course, just like I knew it would, we talked about it the next day. She knocked on my door, around 6 a.m. "Who's there?" I asked, sleepy and annoyed. "It's me," she answered. "Do you know what time it is?" "Ten past six in the morning," she answered. I groaned, "Why so early?" "Because I can't sleep anymore." I sighed annoyedly, "Fine, come in." The door opened and closed and Wanda sat down on my bed. I yawned and mumbled "I hate mornings," under my breath. Then I tried to sound less irritated and a bit nicer, "So, why can't you sleep?" "It's just... the memories, it's a little too much for me I suppose." "I know that feeling." She smiled, "That's why I came to you." "Hmm, I'll try to be nice." "Thanks. How so try?" "Because I'm the total opposite of a morning person, that's why." "Oh," she said with a slight smile. "So, bring it on, whatever it is you want to talk about."