"No!" Wanda shouts. "No, no, this was not supposed to happen!"

You lay on the ground, the rubble of Sokovia falling around you. Your childhood best friend, Wanda Maximoff's, eyes grow bright red, her teeth clenching as she watches the love of her life die in her their dying country.

You take her hand, smiling. The bullet wounds in your stomach and back proved to be a bigger problem than you thought when you jumped in front of her brother, his shield.

"It is okay, Wanda," you whisper in Sokovian, your native language, eyes starting to shut. "Pietro is safe. You two have each other. That is all you need."

"No!" she shouts again, then in a whisper, "Come back to me. I did not have a chance to tell you..."

"Tell me now." You start to cough up blood, and that's when Wanda knows you're not long for this world.

"I love you! I have loved you since we were children." She takes your hands and places them on either side of her face. "Please, do not leave me now, not with that secret out."

You chuckle and smile up at your love, probably for the last time. "I have loved you for longer than that. I have loved you for centuries."

Her eyes look confused.

You can't tell her; your speech is going, as is clarity. "I will tell you next time," you mumble, eyes closing in death. "We shall meet once more."

"Pietro!" Wanda screams.

Pietro rushes over to his sister. He takes one look at you, then instanlty has you in his arms, running you to a hostpital.

"Is she going to live?" he asks the Doctor.

In the operation room, you come back to the land of the living, one word on your lips: "Wanda."

TO BE CONTINUED...