The Age of Miracles- Maximoff Twins Oneshots •Temporarily On Hold•

Stay (Wanda)

Songfic! The song is Stay by Gracie Abrams.

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'You told me something when I left, but I don't remember. Maybe cuz all I could do was stare at the floor. I held myself cuz you wouldn't, all wrapped in my sweatshirt. Wonder if you even noticed that that one was yours.'

Wanda Maximoff found herself stroking her brother's silver hair. She looked at him, tears in her eyes as his breathing slowed.

'I love you, Wanda,' He whispered, before his breathing and the machine tracking his heartbeat stopped.

Wanda felt numbness take over. She stared down at the floor, wrapping arms tighter around herself. She was wearing Pietro's favorite jacket, and her nose was filled with his scent.

Her brain couldn't even process what was happening. So she just stood there, staring at her brother's body.

'And maybe I should've, but I never told you I'm sorry. Know that I tried but my words always got in the way.'

Three days passed before the numbness of Pietro's death started to wear off. And as if it, guilt crept in to replace it. She couldn't stop thinking that it was her fault. She had told him to go, after all. He'd still be safe and sound with her if she hadn't. He'd be alive. He would be flirting with some SHIELD agent, or laughing at a joke.

But he wasn't. And it was her fault. If she'd just let him stay like he wanted to, she'd still have him. What she would do to be able to embrace him as tightly as she could and never let go. But she couldn't, and never would be able to again.

And there was no one to blame but herself.

'Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started. I don't even have to stay. I don't even have to stay, but-'

*TW for suicidal thoughts*

Wanda felt tears slide down her cheeks as she twirled a razor in between her fingers. All she had to do was press it, hard, against her wrist and drag it across her vein. Then do nothing about the bleeding. She wanted to. She wanted to end it.

If she did, she'd be with him again. They could just go back to what they were. Together again, the Maximoff twins. And NOTHING would be able to separate them ever again. It sounded dreamy.

She didn't have to stay here with the Avengers. She could just drag down the razor and be with her brother instead. It sounded like a good- no, a GREAT deal. With her brother again, without a worry or a care. Just like when they were little.

*End of TW*

But she had to do what was right. Even if it meant going against her own aching desires. She set the razor down and walked out of the bathroom.

'If I woke up with you in the morning, I'd forget all the ways that we're broken. I don't care if you've changed. I don't even have to stay.'

Light filtered in through the window blinds. Wanda groaned, rolling over. Her hand reached out, looking for her brother's warm body. When she couldn't find him and her senses became aware of the extremely soft surface she was laying on, she sat up in confusion.

Her eyes darted around. She was in a room that was painted a blue-green kind of color- certainly not her preferred color. She was on the softest mattress she'd ever experienced. A purple comforter was askew on the bed. A desk was on a wall, and across from it was a guitar and a music stand. There was a television and a laptop. She remained confused for a minute before her brain kicked in. She was in her new room, at the Avengers' home.