Picture is from Avengers: Age Of Ultron.

Music is "Back To The Earth" by Two Steps From Hell.

All rights go to their rightful owners.

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"I don't want your suffering! I don't want your future!" ~Charles Xavier

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

When we arrive at Clint's farmhouse, the first thing I see is a very pregnant Laura hugging her husband close. Most of the Avengers have gathered inside; Cap and Tony remain outside with Wanda, Vision, and Pietro. They seem to be discussing something important.

I walk up to them, and they immediately stop their conversation. "What were you talking about?"

"Nothing," Tony says, walking over to the house. "I'm going to check on Rhodey."

I sigh. "Please, someone tell me what's going on. Why did we crash? What just happened in Manhattan? I'm so confused."

"As are we," Vision says. "We think that you might have had a part to play with the crash."

"What?" I couldn't have caused it. I was asleep.

"When you were sleeping," Wanda says, "I saw your dreams. You were having nightmares, and I think that the man you met caused it. Vision said you were hit with some of the black flame before you teleported him and yourself out."

"We believe that the black flame causes nightmares," Vision sums up. "And yours were terrifying enough for you to use your powers in the real world."

"So wait," I say, shaking my head. "This guy creates portals, has this black flame that infects people with some sort of mutant-creating virus, and it makes bad dreams?"

"It looks that way," Steve says, looking down at his feet. "We know you didn't mean to, but you were screaming and crying and you sent out a shock wave of energy. It whiped out the electronics, the power, and anything that was breakable shattered."

My hands start to shake. I recall my dream, the horrifying things I whitnessed. I remember the deaths of my friends, my family, and then I recall what caused me to wake: Pietro. He was going to be next.

Something pops into my head. "This is what will become of them," Gregory had said. Wanda cringes as she reads my thoughts. I immediately stop my train of though, smiling sadly at her. "Don't read my thoughts, please. You don't want to see them."

"Maybe it is not dreams," she whispers, her hand finding Vision's for comfort. "Maybe it is a warning. Maybe it is the future."

"What was your dream?" Steve asks. "If you don't mind sharing."

I turn to him with solemn eyes. "You die. All of you."

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Rain pours down the window, a slight pitter-patter as it finds it's way towards the ground. There's no thunder, no harsh storm, just the silence and tranquility of a late November rain.

I wish my mind was as peaceful as the weather. My thoughts have been a storm since we arrived. I've spent the time alone, nearly three hours, sitting on my bed that I will probably share with Pietro when it's time for sleep. Laura was nice enough to let the women use some of her clothes, and surprisingly, so was Natasha. It seems she has her own room and clothing for when she visits. Clint let the guys borrow some of his clothing.

Rhodey was in pretty bad shape. He had a gash the size of my hand on his arm, nearly missing an artery, but between Nat and Laura, he's doing much better. It seems that his armour had malfunctioned.

I hear a slight knock on the door. "Come in," I say, quietly, for Clint's kids are already in bed.

A small figure walks in the room, and Wanda smiles at me. "Can I come sit?" She motions to the bed where I sit curled up, reading one of Laura's books.

"Of course," I smile a little at her. "Come, please."

She smiles back and skips over to sit beside me. It's a pretty funny sight. I never thought I'd see the Scarlet Witch wearing pink pajamas, hair in a messy bun, with bunny slippers. I chuckle to myself at the thought.

"What is so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. Guess you aren't reading my mind after all."

She shakes her head. "You asked me not to, so I do not."

I nod. "Thanks."

There's a long pause. "How are you?"

"Fine," I sigh. "Actually, not great. At all."

"Do you want to talk about it? I am always here, you know."

"I'm scared, Wanda," I whisper. "I'm really scared."

"Of what, Сестра?"

"Gregory, myself, the future." I sigh, letting my head fall to my knees as I pull them up to my chest. "I thought that I left him behind in my world. I thought that he didn't exist in this one, and even if he did, he couldn't hurt me with Pietro around, but now he's back. He can hurt me, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that he can hurt you, and Pietro, and my friends, and the Avengers, and their families."

"We will not let that happen, Glory," Wanda says, resting a hand on my arm. "We are stronger together, as a team."

"You saw my dream. You saw what he can do to the psyche and to the body, and if he doesn't like one of us, he can send us to an alternate universe. I thought the worst he could do was hurt me, kill me, and I'd be perfectly fine with that if it meant he couldn't touch you, or your brother, or anyone else I care for.

"And another thing. My power. I blew up a ship. My power keeps growing and growing and I don't know if I can contain it."

"You can," she says, like she believes it. "You can, and you will. You only need practice. I felt like that many days. Like my power was going to consume me and everyone around me. Some days I did not want to be around Pietro, and later, Vision because I thought I may snap and hurt them, or worse."

"I know, I read your comics. You have so much power that it can drive you mad."

"They are correct about that," she says. "You can learn to control it. You are in control of your life, your power, and your fate. No one can take those away from you. Do not let some dream that a crazy man gave you define your future."

I smile, a little lifted up by her words. "You're amazing. Has anyone ever told you that?"

She laughs, her eyes nearly shutting when she smiles. "Not like that before, but thank you." She grabs my hand and squeezes it. "Do not give up hope. Hope is all we have most days."

I nod, and lean over to hug her. "You're the best."

"You should go speak to my brother," she says, getting up from the bed. "He is worried sick over you."

I sigh. "I know. I kind of just left him to his thoughts, didn't I?"

"He understands. He had to deal with me for twenty-four years." She smirks. "Do not worry. He is fine, but I would speak to him. He's in the den." She walks to the door. "Besides, you had better make up. I want to be an auntie someday!"

I blush and she walks down the hallway, giggling to herself. "Wanda!"

I straighten myself up in the mirror by the door, fixing my unruly curls. Nat had lent me some of her pajamas, black yoga pants and a large sweatshirt that she stole from Clint. I don't think I've ever been so comfortable.

I walk down the dark corridor, tip-toeing past the kids bedrooms. I pass the porch, where Clint, Thor, Sam, Rhodey, and Steve are all seated and talking casually. I see Tony and Vision speaking about some sort of robotics thing on the opposite side of the porch. Carol, Wanda, Nat, Laura, and Maria are chatting over coffee and tea in the kitchen.

When I arrive in the living room, I see a warm fireplace, several random sofas, pictures of the Barton family hanging from the walls, random pieces of art, and a very worried Pietro Maximoff sitting on the sofa. He stares intently into the fire, thinking.

I don't say anything. I walk over to the space before him, making my presence known. His head jerks up, looking at me like he didn't hear me enter. I give him a slight smile, a small curve of my lips. He doesn't move, his face unchanging. I walk closer; he still doesn't move.

It's only when I am close enough to touch hat he reaches his arms out to wrap around my waist from his sitting position. He pulls me close to him, standing between his knees, and rests his face on the fabric of my sweatshirt. I'm surprised by his action, to say the least, but I run my hands through his silky soft locks of white hair. "Hi," I whisper.

"Hi."

I sigh and bend down to my knees to get face to face with him. "I'm sorry, Pietro, my love."

He grabs my face and pulls it to his, kissing me for what seems like forever. "Do not be," he mumbles between kisses.

He pulls me onto his lap, keeping me close. "I was scared I'd hurt you," I mumble, holding his face in my hands and resting my forehead to his. "I couldn't risk it."

"Wanda told me. Do not worry." He gives me a small smile.

"If I had cracked and accidentally done something like I did before..."

Pietro pecks my nose and then forehead. "Glory, there is something you must come to terms with about us." I look up into his blue eyes. "You have been broken, but so have I. You have had abusive relationships all your life: your mother, your father, your sister, him, but so have I. My father abused Wanda, my mother did nothing about it, Strucker used us, so did Ultron. I have had my fair share of broken-ness and heartbreak since I was young. Do not be afraid to break around me." He kisses me again. "I can take it. For you, I always will."

I feel my eyes tear up as I hide my face in his neck. "Thank you."

Pietro wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest. "I am always here. I will put you back together."

END CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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Russian words:

"Cестра."

English translation:

"Sister."