Wanda Maximoff had never been a dreamer nor a lover.

Well, more specifically after her parents had been blown to bits by one of Stark's bombs.

She had sought out revenge. And ugly word that she hated more than anything.

More than HYDRA and the streets, yet she still wanted it.

She wanted to show Tony Stark what it was like to hurt.

And she had done that.

She had shown him that vision.

About the world ending.

About everyone being killed and it being his fault.

She hadn't even thought that she would have consequences to her actions, since she thought she was doing the right thing.

She was deathly wrong.

Pietro.

Her brother. The only person left in the world that she would risk her life for, was dead.

She had felt his mind bond with her abruptly cut off, and her whole body had froze at that moment.

She felt as if she could hear his words, the last words he would ever say.

"You didn't see that coming."

It wasn't even to her. It was to that archer.

The one he had risked his life for.

She didn't even remember falling to the ground, only seeing the ground as her makeup ran down her face, and seeing Ultron's bots destroyed around her, as if she was in a robot graveyard.

Except she killed them.

They roamed of Scarlet red magic, which was hers, nobody else on the Avengers team had that magic.

So here she was, sitting with the rest of the Avengers on the Quinjet, as they stared at her.

Steve Rogers, or better known as Captain America, had given her a pat on the back saying, "Good job, kid. Sorry about your broth-Pietro."

Those 8 fucking words.

She had turned around, not knowing what had gotten into her, and glaring at him saying, "Don't you dare mention his name. You don't deserve that privilege. None of you do."

And she had turned around, storming off onto the Quinjet, sitting in the corner.

The rest had come onto the Jet with stunned faces, obviously hearing that she had snapped at Captain America.

"I'm going to talk to her." Natasha growls. "She doesn't get to steal my jacket and be rude to my friend."

The woman starts to walk away, but Bruce grips her arm, sighing. "Natasha, don't. Just...leave her alone."

"But-!" Natasha cuts herself off, before continuing. Natasha lowers her voice to a low snarl, but Wanda can still hear. "She showed us those visions. Our worst nightmares. And yet she still hasn't apologized. She can't stay with us. She'll kill us."

Bruce sighs. "Nat, you might kill her before she kills us. Just give her some time. She doesn't even look 18."

"I was younger than 18 when I was in the red room." Natasha hisses.

Wanda just stares at the ground, picking at her already destroyed nail polish.

It was black.

At some point. She didn't know when it was painted.

Maybe Pietro did it.

She didn't know.

She couldn't remember.

She wasn't suffering from anything like short term memory loss...maybe she didn't want to remember, maybe her brain was blocking out the painful memories. Either way, she didn't remember.

...

"And here's your room, kid." Clint Barton states as he walks into a bedroom.

Wanda rubs her dark skin.

The bedroom had gray walls, and everything felt dull and as if it was closing in on her, but Wanda didn't want to mention that to Clint.

"You can decorate it however you want. I know you don't have that much stuff, but you and Natasha or maybe by yourself, you can go out and get yourself stuff." Clint smiles, and Wanda looks at him, sitting on the bed.

"This is very nice. It is enough. Thank you, Clint." Wanda chokes out, her accent thick.

"You can get some stuff, kid. Remember, you're apart of this team. You always will." Clint assures her.

Wanda sighs. "I don't think they like me very much."

Her words surprised Clint. "What do you mean, kid?"

She sighs again, rubbing her hand against her forehead. It's shaking. Her hand, not her forehead. That would be weird.

"Natasha. She...she was mad at me. Thought I was going to kill you guys. I also snapped at Captain Rogers. But Natasha is right. You guys have to lock me up. Please." Wanda pleads.

Hawkeye smiles a bit, sitting down next to her. "It's alright, kid. We're all here to make up our sins."

"I'm not Christian." She whispers, but loud enough for him to hear as she traces patterns on the bland comforter on the bed.

"We all have sins." Hawkeye replies. "We're all here to make them up. Show them we're not bad people. Natasha...I still remember when I met her."

"Was she just as rude?" Wanda asks, looking up at the archer. "Or just as smart?"

"Kid." He states coldly, and she sighs.

"Fine. I'll go shopping. I'm sorry for any pain I've caused you and the Avengers. I'm sorry for anything and everything. Sorry about Pietro making you get shot when you raided Strucker's base and found us." She replies, the last sentence almost being envelopes in tears.

It was a painful memory for both of them; it was the first time Clint had met Pietro Maximoff, brother of Wanda Maximoff, and inhuman.

That stuff always made chills sent down his neck.

He wasn't one for mind control, either, after the whole Loki event in New York in 2012.

Even though he wouldn't admit it, he still hated himself for that. Even if he had no control over it.

Both of them understood that the memories of Pietro would always be painful.

"Y'know, I was kinda mad at Pietro when he died." She whispers, her words slurred together due to her accent. The man snaps his head towards her, confused.

"What?" He asks.

"He-his last words were to you. He sacrificed himself for you. I didn't understand that. How he would risk himself and his life for you. Sacrifice himself. Now I understand why." She whispers, letting out a hard breath. "You understand others. Don't judge them based on their sins."

Clint smirks slightly. "I don't think I can. After New York."

She nods.

He leaves.

...
3 weeks later
...

Wanda had only lived at Avengers Tower for 3 weeks when she was approached by Clint.

She was reading in her room, a book named, 'The Hunger Games' which he had never read, but maybe would in a few years time.

"Hey, you got a minute?"

That was how Clint approached.

He had seen how different her room looked.

Dark red comforter, and it seemed she had changed the gray walls to black, and the windows lining to red.

The pillows also matches the rooms aesthetic.

She was wearing a black dress and stockings, sitting on her bed.

"Sure." Wanda replies, setting her book down and closing it, getting up off the bed as he walked towards the empty hallway.

She didn't live on the same floor as anybody else. Most likely for safety reasons since she couldn't fully control her powers yet.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" She asks, her accent kind of faded, probably because she had been watching many American shows.

"Your accent is fading." He states.

"Yes, because of the many shows and movies I watched that you had suggested." She replies, playing with the rings on her fingers subtly. "So, what did you want to tell me?"

He sighs, rubbing his arms.

"Clint, it's okay if you can't tell me, I won't be mad-"

"I'm retiring."

Her words caught her off guard, as she just stared at the archer in complete confusion at his words.

"What? Why?" She asks quickly.

"My family. I-they need me. Please. I have to go."

Wanda clicks her tongue, before nodding. "Okay." She chokes out. "Okay."

She walks away, but he grips her arm. "Wanda, you must understand why."

"I do. I had a family once, but they're all dead. Spend as much time with them as you can. Keep them alive. Stay away from Stark. These people aren't safe." She replies, moving her arm out of his tight grip.

"Stark isn't dangerous. I know him." Clint replies, offended by her words.

"Yet his bombs still killed my parents and I no longer have a country. But here we are." She hisses, walking back to her room and closing the door quickly.

Clint sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, hitting his head into a wall.

He doesn't hear the elevator open behind him, but he does hear her voice.

"So, it didn't work out?" Natasha.

Clint turns around, seeing the ex-Russian assassin staring at him with a smirk.

Clint groans. "She hates me. Told me to not trust Stark. Do you think we haven't been the most welcoming to her?"

Natasha sighs, rubbing her hands over her arms in an embarrassed manner. "Maybe. It's most likely my fault. I told them not to interact with her."

Clint's eyes go wide. "What? You told them-I-"

"I wasn't thinking. I know...I just wanted to see her hurt like she had done to the rest of the team." Natasha runs her hands over her face.

"Natasha, she just lost her only family member that she has the same blood with."

"I know! I know!" Natasha snaps at him. "I just...I wasn't thinking. I'm selfish, I know!"

Silence covers the two assassins like a blanket, not knowing what to say nor do, before Clint speaks up.

"I have to go."

And just like that, he left.

No former goodbye to Wanda.

Natasha realized that maybe she had to apologize.

Wanda did as well.

...

"Wanda, may I come in?" A female voice snaps Wanda out of her train of thought.

Her items snap to the ground as her magic fades, and she sighs, getting up.

She opens the door, to see Natasha Romanoff staring at her.

"Hello." Wanda looks at the woman.

"Hi."

"Mind if I come in?" She asks.

The Witch nods, and the ex-assassin sits down on her bed.

Wanda follows, sitting down next to her and Natasha takes her hands into her own.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"About what?" Wanda asks.

"About making everybody ignore you and putting you on a different floor from all of us because I thought you were, 'dangerous'."

Wanda looks at her. "Oh."

"Yeah."

Wanda sits there, staring at her rings.

"It's obviously not okay. I understand, though. You did what you thought was right. I would've done the same to myself. I'm dangerous. I know that. It's going to take a lot of time to forgive, but I understand."

...

"Loki."

"Mother."

"Thor will be coming back soon."

"No he won't. The change in the tides and the sky show he won't. I know he is mourning father's death. I do not."

"Very well." Frigga sighs, walking away.

...

Loki watches the Avengers.

He watches his brother.

He needs to know if he will plan another attack on them or wait.

hello Baez <3

yes the soul catcher and enchanted will be updated.

sorry I just have random bursts of energy and decide to write

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