"Wanda..." His voice cut off, Pietro lay dead at his sisters feet. Everything tore at her from the inside. Silver had been the only friend she had, the only person she had learned to trust.

"P-Pietro get up!" Wanda quivered over the bullet filled body. "G-get up!" She reached out and felt nothing, she had nothing anymore. She sat on her knees, mixed feelings boiled and tossed inside her. Their was pain, anger, sadness and all the other terrible emotions you had when you lost something. What did she do, she cried, she cried into her hands and hid herself.

"Scarlet!" The voice was loud as she felt a rapid a shaking motion. Shaking her head she looked up and saw the familiar face of agent Barton.

"I-I'm fine." She pushed his hand away. "Where are we?"

"This is Avengers tower. Your one of us now." He stood up. "Shall I give you the tour?"

"Whatever." Scarlet stood up and followed Clint down the hallway into the main room.

"This is the training room where you get to either train, work out, do your lift-things-into-the-air trick or whatever." He joked with her. "Aww lighten up, you can't stay like this forever you know."

"I doubt you even understand what it's like to loose someone you knew your whole life, the only person you cared for." She turned her gaze from him and looked to the wall. "He was my brother, and my greatest friend."

"Eventually you learn to get over that." Natasha interjected from the other end of the hall. "What's needs to get done gets done, and you can't cry about it"

"If it isn't the spy of spy's. What do you want?"

"Oh, Rogers and I need the training room for the new recruits."

"Consider me out of your way." Scarlet left the room and returned to her own quarters. "No one here understands what it's like. To loose the one person you knew you could trust."

"Hey Nat, go easy on her, she grew up with the guy for crying out loud." Barton cautioned the assassin, she leaned against the wall bored of waiting for Rogers.

"You learn to let it go Clint, I did and it's about time she did too." Her voice was firm as she clearly had no interest.

"Well shes not you, and she acts different." Clint continued to make his point. "Don't expect her to forget and be back on her feet as fast as you." Natasha smirked to herself. She wasn't the one to care for some other girl who couldn't pull herself together.

"She's Russian, she'll get over it."