A Hand to Hold // Scarlet Witch and Vision One-Shots

Still in Love ("Sad Thing" Part 2)

{A/N: hi guys! After writing "Sad Thing" I knew I had to write a part two to wrap up some loose ends. Who was Wanda reaching her mind out to? The answer may surprise you.}

Wanda knew that she was powerful, and that her magic could do things even Strucker hadn't intended. But this, even though it was an idea she had been forming... it was impossible. Until now. Even before they were experimented on, the twins had shared a close mental bond that only strengthened with her powers. She missed her other half so much. When their bond snapped... she did, too. But the Vision was there to comfort her.

Pietro ran a hand through his ghostly hair and gave her a smile. "Hey, šarlát, my little red." She felt tears trailing down her face and walked towards the red outline of her best friend. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, hold his hand, give him a hug. But he wasn't really there. "Shhh, why are you crying, sestra?" She missed it when he called her sister. She missed him.

"Because I miss you, Pietro..." She murmured, and he held his translucent hand near her face. She wished he was there to comfort her. "I don't know who I am anymore. I should have died with you..."

"Don't say that, Wanda. You need to live on, if not for me or for momma and poppa, but for you." He whispered. She nodded, and looked down at her feet. "Why did you call me here, sestra?"

"Because I can't talk to any of them. You know me the best out of anyone." She watched as he floated to the window of her room, out at the vast capital of Wakanda. "You've been gone for three years as of today, Pietro. Three years without you..."

"And three years of growth, Wanda." He said. She tilted her head in confusion, but he continued to speak. "You've changed in the three years without me. You've changed for the better. You're independent, strong, powerful, and kind. Things that you were before, but now you're not being held back by me. You don't need me, not anymore. You don't need protection."

"Pietro-"

"I'm not sorry that I died that day. I saved Barton and that child. I helped to save our home city. So did you." Pietro turned and looked at her, a smile on his face. "I am so proud of you, little red. But I'm not your best friend anymore. You know who is. You have the biggest heart of anyone on earth, find it in you to forgive him. He was doing what he thought was right, just like all of you were. Just like I did, when I died. I'm not the one you really wanted to talk to today. Right?"

"Are you really here, or are you just a projection of my own mind?" She smiled, tears still streaming down her face. He just smiled back and shook his head.

"What do you think, šarlát? I love you, Wanda." He blew her a kiss and disappeared, leaving Wanda to the silence of her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands.

"I love you too, brother." She whispered to the nothingness. There was a knock at the door then, and she used her magic to open the door. Natasha was standing there, a sheepish smile on her face. Her hair was blonde and short. She looked haggard, but okay. Wanda leapt up from the bed and enveloped the older woman in a big hug, her tears flowing again. "Where were you, Nat?"

"I had to stay on the run for a while, since Tony had a warrant for my arrest. But one of the king's spies found me and brought me here." The Widow responded, running a hand through Wanda's hair. "Steve told me about the Raft. About how you've been doing lately."

"I'm doing better than I was." Wanda responded calmly, pulling away from the woman. Natasha looked behind Wanda.

"I thought I heard you talking to someone." She said. Of course. Assassin's ears. Wanda shrugged and sat on the bed again.