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I won't leave you
No, get the people on the boat, come for me after not before....
I shouldn't have let him go, not by himself. If I didn't look out for him who would, thought Wanda letting out a shaky sigh as she quickly made her way to the medical wing. She had been silent the since she entered the helicarrier, lost in thought. All she could think is why did I have to tell my brother to go, we should have been together. Since realizing Ultron's true motive, all she has been feeling is regret. Regret for letting this happen, regret for letting revenge blind her, regret for being apart of this in general, regret for what happened to Sokovia, and regret for not being by her brothers side. She felt like she failed her parents and their memory. But worst of all, she felt like she failed Pietro, her dear brother. They had been through everything together. They dealt with being orphans on the street together and through those horrible experimentations done by Hydra. No matter what, they were together.
“Let me see my brother,” she demanded to the doctors who were trying to prevent her from entering. His death was a shock to her then. She could feel his pain during his final breath. She felt the bullets that ripped through his body seemed to have ripped through her own. She could still feel them, burning inside her. It was as if she died herself and she really wish she did. Even so she refused to believe he had passed. The pain burned in her heart, eating away at her. She was shaking a bit now, she needed to see for herself and know the truth. He couldn't be dead, he would never leave her not now, not ever, she thought desperately. “Let. Me. See. Him.” she said struggling to hold herself together as they continued to refuse her passage into the room. Her eyes burned a vibrant violent violet again as she spoke those words. She felt like she would break again, destroying everything around her. The doctors took a step back, their whole body shook slightly unsure and in fear of what she would do next.
“Hey, hey, hey,” said a voice behind her, grabbing her arm somewhat forcefully, “ wait up.” It was Clint Barton, to the team he is Hawkeye. He looked tired from the events that happened below and bore fresh new bandages on his arms. “ What do you want,” she replied in a voice more shaky than she intended. She was in no mood to talk to anyone, especially not an Avenger. And especially not from the man who was saved by her brother. It was the first time in a long time Pietro did anything selflessly for anyone other than her so made it hard for her to be in Clint's presence. Was this truly worth it, she thought as she looked at him with a lump in her throat.“ Just wanted to see how you were holding up kiddo now calm down,” he replied. Then after it appeared she had calmed down a bit he said, “ Want me to go in there with you?” She remained silent, she didn't want to go in with anyone. After a while, she finally whispered a quiet no and pushed past the two doctors. “Hey-” started one of the doctors. “Just, leave her be.” said Hawkeye as he watched her enter the room.
When she entered the white, glass room, she was overwhelmed with the sound of silence. These days it seemed silence will become her new partner in life. Slowly, she walked to the table that held the hollow shell of her brother. “ I'm sorry,” she whispered, “ I'm so sorry.” He is dead, he is really dead. There was no more room for doubt, no more room to question his actions. Her eyes swelled with tears again, as she placed her hand on his chest. She half expected him to wake back up and tell her how silly she was for worrying. “ Too bad we can't go back to Sokovia,” she said, “ we should have stayed together.” That is all she seemed to be able to say since she got onto this helicarrier, it was the only comprehensible thing for her. She didn't know what else to say, she felt so lost and alone. She wasn't used to seeing him still, he was always moving or fidgeting or making his witty comments. Finally seeing Pietro so lifeless, she knew there is no way he could ever come back, and she cant take it. She wept for him, for her home, for all the pain that was caused.