The Last Maximoff

the only family she had

Wanda sat alone in her room the next morning, completely unaware of what happened while she slept. She played with her magic, weaving the small scarlet ball in between her fingers. The Avengers were the only family she had now in her life. The feeling of how tense everything is between everybody just shook her to the core. She hated the feeling that her only family was on separate sides. She wanted stability for once in her life, and she had it for a while, but she wasn't sure about now. She wanted to see what went on after Clint left the facility and she wasn't sure if she wanted to leave her room yet, but she found herself following the drifting smell of breakfast.

She glanced over to where Vision was trying to prepare breakfast food for what she assumed was for her. She silently yawned and stretched a bit before walking over to him, smiling. "Those waffles smell good."

He looked startled and turned to see the tired yet still happy expression on her face. "Oh, I, um—thank you," he responded, causing a giggle to erupt from Wanda. "I thought you might want your favorite after...last night."

Her expression fell after the memories of that moment reappeared in her mind. "Yeah. Thanks." She paused for a moment then decided to be blunt, "What happened last night?"

He stopped setting a mix of berries and fruits in a small bowl and risked a glance at her, but chose to not say anything. He knew that telling her what happened would hurt her deeply, and he didn't want to inflict any more pain. She could find out later.

"Please?"

He sighed, "Something did occur while you slept, but I don't believe that it is appropriate to say anything at the moment." She shivered knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Vis, I need to know."

He frowned and hesitated, "You...may need to sit down for this." He fixed a plate of waffles and fruits for her and placed it on the breakfast table where she sat. If he could blush, he probably would have left the room. "It may not be the best."

She smiled at him. "No, Vis. I'm sure it's wonderful. Thanks."

He sat across from her, clasping his hands together, wondering how to start.

"So, where is everyone?" she asked and took a bite of the waffles glazed in maple syrup. "It's...oddly quiet today."

Vision took a deep breath, "What I had predicted had come to pass...catastrophe. We fought in Germany. Captain Rogers and Barnes escaped to Siberia. Mr. Stark is trying to retrieve information from the others who are currently in captivity."

Wanda's head perked up. "Who-Who's in captivity?"

"Mr. Wilson, Lang, and Barton are in the Raft prison."

Her jaw dropped and her fork clanked onto the table. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh my God," she whispered as she buried her face in her hands.

"There's...something else," he sighed, eyes full of concern and compassion.

"What could be worse?" she asked in a high-pitched voice which signaled Vision that she was near a breakdown.

He stood up and rounded the table to sit next to her and placed a hand on hers. "Miss Romanoff... She is in an unpredictable and delicate condition in the infirmary. She's currently in surgery and they are not sure that she will...survive."

A sound of a sob escaped Wanda's lips. "Do...do you think she'll live?" She stared at him with tear-filled eyes.

He could see her leg bouncing rapidly and she fidgeted with her hands. "From what the doctors have told me and where her injuries are, it seems unlikely. I'm so sorry, Wanda."

She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I can't do this," she whispered and abruptly left the room.

Vision thought it would be best to leave her be and to not give her any false hope, but sighed when he saw the hardly eaten breakfast she left behind. "Oh dear," he sighed, and decided that he'd ask Stark for his advice when he returns.

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