Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything related to marvel or the mcu. I just have a lot of feelings.

A/N: this is one of my many many takes of what happened to everyone who got wiped out at the end of infinity war. This will probably be a series of people in this situation each with their own story. Enjoy!

She didn't know what had happened. It just did. One minute she was lying by his side, mourning the loss of the Android and the next she opened her eyes in this weird orange place.

Looking around, she realised she was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She hadn't been alone since- Well, she didn't really want to think about that... she always tries not to after all. She decided to try and have a look around to see if she could see anything.

Walking for hours and hours on end was tiring but still, she couldn't see anything but orange, orange and oh, more orange. She just sat down and cried silently to herself. 'Pull yourself together Wanda!' She thought 'Crying won't get you anywhere.' Although it looked like there's nowhere to really get around here. Suddenly, there was a flash of blue light. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, she began to doubt whether she had really seen anything at all, or whether it was her mind playing tricks on her. That blue light was familiar, too familiar to ignore. She scolded herself for being so stupid, it couldn't be him. Wishing for him was allowing herself to fall into a childish hope.

Once again, something happened that made her confused and scared. Her mind connected with something- no someone. The connection was strong and once again familiar, just as last time she could only seem to land on one explanation. But that would mean she was losing her mind; there's no way it could be, no. She continued to sit on the floor, knees to her chest and trying to keep calm. She sensed a figure behind her, but she didn't turn around.

"Wanda?" A voice asked, she recognised his accent instantly but she refused to turn around; it was just the stone playing tricks on her, right?

"Wanda?" The voice repeated; more force this time, yet still gentle. Just as she'd always remembered. Still, she didn't turn.

"Pietro?" She asked uncertainly, her American accent drained away with a familiar Sokovian one. Just like his.

"What? You didn't see that coming?" He asked smugly. Practically feeling him smirking behind her, she gave into temptation and turned around as she stood up.

Standing there, in front of her, was a man she hadn't seen for 3 years. A man who she didn't think she'd see again. The man who held her as a child, whilst still being a child himself. There he was, finally. The one person who never let her down. Her best friend, her brother, her Pietro. All thoughts in her head were lost as she ran over to her twin brother and hugged him as hard as she could. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, he made her feel safe, just like when they were children. Just then she slapped him hard across the face.

"Ow." He mumbled "what did I do this time?"

"What gives you the right to die on me?" She asked him, not suppressing her beaming smile.

"Well, I am 12 minutes older than you." He said with a smirk. "I've missed you sister."

"I've missed you too brother."

And for the first time in three years, Wanda felt whole. She was finally content, she could finally be with her brother, once more.

A/N: hope you enjoyed this story and thanks for sticking with it until the end. Comment who you think I should do next and I'll try and write it up! Thank you

~Supergeek1810