a/n. i really love wanda/vision and for a while i've really wanted to write a multi-chaptered thing for them. inspiration for this pretty much all came from paper route's album, the peace of wild things. i encourage you all to listen to it because it's very pretty and very calming. title of this song comes from the title of one of the songs on the album.

Her plan was to stay in Sokovia and go down with it. There was no such point in her continuing on after he died. How could she? Her only family was gone. And not only that, but her best friend was gone. The only one who cared about her. Wanda felt empty. Where her heart used to be was simply nothing. His death was the final straw for her; the final blow. It was difficult for her to even walk to where Ultron was. She dragged her feet. All she could see was red. There was a strange ringing in her ears. Wanda was going to make him pay for what he did. He was going to feel what she did when Pietro died. When she died. Nobody was going to take her brother away from her and not pay for what they did. Pietro was protective of Wanda, but she was also protective of him. Her Pietro.

Sokovia began to fall. Her body hovered in the air at the force of the fall. Everything around her began to float with her. Floating there like that… it was peaceful. Wanda was ready to accept death. She was ready to see her brother and her parents again. The witch prepared herself for impact. During those few moments of floating, she thought of her brother. Wanda pretended he was right next to her. That he too was falling with Sokovia, right at her side. Unlike the child she used to be, she did not fear death and she sure as hell was not afraid of what would come afterwards. She would embrace it and the afterlife. Just as long as Pietro was right by her side to embrace it with her. With him by her side, with his hand in hers, everything was okay. She could practically hear his voice in her head telling her that it was going to be okay. That she would be okay.

It was safe to say the Sokovian was startled when she felt arms under her. Quickly, she turned her head to see the android. Did they have a name for him yet? She didn't know but… he was interesting. He came back here for her when no one else knew where she was. How did he even know where she was? She was probably lucky that he got her out just in time, but Wanda wasn't about to hug him and thank him. Being saved meant having to live a life without Pietro.

She wasn't ready for that.

It had been three months since his death. Wanda had taken up residency at the Barton's farm. At first, the surviving twin wasn't sure about living with the man her brother sacrificed himself for. Her only other option was the Avengers Tower, though, and she refused to live in a place that Tony Stark would be occupying too. For a few weeks, she was cold and distant from the family. Most of her time was spent in her room either sleeping or sulking. She quickly became embarrassed when her nightmares got worse and worse and Clint would practically kick down her door as soon as he heard her screaming and Laura would come waddling after him, wondering what was going on. They were understanding, though. Clint would sit at her bedside and rub her back. Laura would bring her hot chocolate. It was almost like she had parents again. Their children never mentioned her screams at night and she figured that was because they were told not to. Soon enough, Wanda began to open up to them. She told them what her nightmares were about. Clint apologized a lot about what happened. She told him to stop apologizing. Pietro allowed a father to go back home to his wife and family. Although she used to hate the archer, she would never wish that kind of heartbreak on his family. She knew all too well how much that damages a child.

The Avengers visited regularly. When they did, Wanda stayed distant. Usually she either sat out on the porch or hid herself away in her room. There was a certain Avenger, though, who always caught her eye. They started to call him The Vision. Or, just Vision for short. When she didn't think he was looking, she watched him carefully. He made her curious. She had been curious about him ever since he emerged from the cradle. Sometimes she would stare too long, and the android would make eye contact with her. Right away she would turn her head away, pretending she hadn't been studying him. A couple times she caught him staring at her.

Laura gave birth to her baby near the end of Wanda's stay. It surprised her when the parents asked if they could give her brother's name to their baby. Nathaniel Pietro Barton. She liked it. Wanda agreed to the name.

Clint later on told her while she was packing that he felt she was apart of the family.

She lied and said she felt the same way.

Yes, the Bartons had been nice to her. She was thankful for them taking her in and giving her a home, even if it was briefly. It was nice, but Wanda found herself never fully able to enjoy herself there. Around Clint and Laura she put on a brave smile, but at night she broke apart. Most nights she cried herself to sleep. All she saw when she looked in the mirror was a ghost of her brother standing behind her. He was in her head at times. Sometimes, something would trigger the memory and suddenly she would see her brother dying. There were times that it even got so bad that she would feel it again. That was when she would pretend her brother was there with her, wrapping his arms around her and rocking her to sleep. Wanda felt so alone. Her mind was empty without him. She wished she had gone down with Sokovia.

Maria Hill arrived in the quinjet a few days afterwards. Clint wanted to go back to the Avengers headquarters with her to make sure she got settled alright, but Laura needed him at home with the new baby. Wanda insisted that it was fine. She was fine.

"Thank you for everything," she said to him as she was about to board the quinjet.

"Take care, kiddo," he replied. "I'll try to get out there at some point and see the new place."

Wanda nodded her head and suddenly Clint was wrapping her up in a big hug. She stayed frozen for a moment before she finally returned the hug. It was going to be strange moving to a new place and living with people she hardly knew. Having Pietro by her side would have made it easier on her. When Clint released her, she pretended her twin's hand was in hers. It helped calm her nerves.

"Farewell," Wanda said with a wave as she boarded the quinjet.

Clint returned the wave. "See ya, kid."

Arriving at the new Avengers headquarters was almost nerve-wracking. When they landed, Wanda immediately saw agents walking around, some running in sync with each other. What looked to be people in the medical department were carrying in boxes. Seemed like it was move in day for other people too. Maria Hill led her inside, immediately giving her the whole run-down. Her room was in the same wing as the rest of the Avengers, training was going to start within the next couple of days, and the rest of the Avengers would be arriving shortly. Apparently she was going to be working with new people. Steve and Natasha would be leading the team. Wanda didn't know how she felt about them. She looked inside their heads sometimes when they visited the Barton farm. They felt bad for her but they also were a little nervous around her. That was understandable. After all, Wanda did mess with their heads and showed them what they feared. Steve told her after the battle in Sokovia that she could no longer do that without permission. She understood. All of them had fears and memories that even made her hurt a little bit.

The two arrived at Wanda's room. Next to it stood Natasha. The redhead walked toward them and smiled. Wanda looked briefly inside her head. The assassin was still hurting over Bruce, but she kept a brave smile on her face.

"Hey, Maximoff," the assassin greeted. "Welcome to the new headquarters. Like it so far?"

Wanda shrugged. "It is big. Lots of people."

Natasha nodded her head. "Well, c'mon in. Got a surprise for you."

The female twin tilted her head slightly in curiosity but followed the two inside.

The room was simple. A bed against the wall, a bedside table next to it, a dresser on the other side, and a bathroom. Wanda put her bags on the bed. Before going to the Barton farm, Natasha and Laura had taken her shopping for some new clothes. Her wardrobe mostly consisted of black pants, black tops, and black dresses with a few red jackets. A couple times Laura had tried to push her to get some more brighter colors, but Wanda liked the dark colors. It seemed to fit her personality more than bright colors.

"Rogers insisted that you get your own uniform," Natasha said with a small smile. The redhead opened up the closet door and pulled out the new uniform. It consisted of a longer red leather jacket and a black shirt underneath with tight black pants. "And you get these awesome boots." Natasha reached into the closet and grabbed out tall black boots. "Hill and I designed it for you."

"We thought this would really suit you," Maria chimed in.

Wanda stepped forward and took the uniform. "I like it," she replied quietly. Honestly, she would have rathered wear whatever she wanted, but it was a nice gesture. They were trying to make her feel apart of the team.

Natasha took a step forward. "Hmmmm…"

The witch stepped back. "What?"

"We should do something about your hair."

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "What is wrong with my hair?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong with it, but don't you think dying it or something would be a nice change?"

Losing Pietro was enough change for me.

Maria could tell Wanda was a little skeptical about it. "How about something just a tad bit lighter? Nothing drastic."

Wanda thought it over for a moment. The talk of dying hair made her remember the first time she saw Pietro after they had been experimented on. HYDRA kept them separated for quite some time while the twins learned to control their powers. When she saw him, she noticed the top layer of his hair was fading. His hair used to be brown like hers, but suddenly she could see the top layer fading to silver. A HYDRA scientist explained that it was simply a side effect of the experimentation. Pietro asked her if it looked cool. Wanda told him they could always dye it back to brown, but he refused. He liked it and she rolled her eyes at him. At least he allowed himself to get a haircut. She was about to tackle him and take scissors to his hair after seeing the curly mop it had grown out into.

"Wanda?" Natasha asked, looking a little worried.

Had she been silent for too long?

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Let's do it."

"Like it?" Natasha asked. She and Wanda were standing in front of the mirror while Hill was busy trying to wash some of the dye off her hands. "I think it looks good. It's not too drastic, is it? Guys will be all over you, Wanda."

The Sokovian didn't like the sound of guys being all over her. She leaned forward and ran her fingers through her hair. "It is nice." They were right. The color wasn't drastic at all. It was different, but not a huge change. Natasha had also taken a curling iron to her hair and put in some nicer waves. "I think I like it."

"Looks good," she heard Pietro say in her head.

She wondered if Natasha and Maria noticed her wince.

Wanda sat up on the roof that evening watching the sunset. For most of the day, she stayed in her room, unpacking and trying to get used to her new hair color. Steve knocked a couple times, inviting her to lunch and dinner. She told him she wasn't hungry and she would grab something later. Before coming up to the roof, she went to the cafeteria and took an apple. Her appetite had suffered since Pietro's death. Wanda didn't eat a lot to begin with. After the twins were orphaned and went between orphanages, the two learned to ration their food and share. She was used to sharing such a small portion of food with him that now it felt weird to eat so much, especially with him not able to enjoy the food with her. Laura often gave her too much and Wanda felt bad when she only ate a small portion of it. She never wanted dessert and she hardly snacked. It worried Laura, but she assured her that she was okay.

"Good evening, Ms Maximoff," a voice said. Wanda turned to see Vision. "How are you?"

"Call me Wanda," she insisted once again. "I am okay."

Vision sat next to her. "Your hair is different."

Wanda looked at him. "Does it look bad?"

"Oh no, not at all. I like it." He smiled wholeheartedly. "How was your first day at the headquarters?"

She shrugged. "It was fine, I guess.

The two were silent for a while. The sun soon enough disappeared and was replaced by the moon. Lights went up around the headquarters so it wasn't too dark outside. Wanda brought her knees to her chest and softly hummed a Sokovian folk tune to herself. It was a song her parents would sing to her and Pietro before bedtime. Wanda often caught herself singing it to herself now as a way to relax herself.

"I don't believe I ever told you, but I am sorry for your loss," Vision said suddenly. "I cannot imagine the pain you must be in."

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "You can feel sympathy?" As soon as the question came out of her mouth she regretted it. "Sorry, that was stupid of me."

"No, it's okay. Yes, I do believe I am feeling sympathy." Vision looked over at her. "How was the Barton farm? Did you enjoy yourself?"

"It was nice. They are nice. The children are sweet."

"But did you enjoy yourself?"

"I tried to."

He was silent for a moment. "Have you been training lately?"

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. "Not really. Why?"

Vision almost looked embarrassed. "I've been… studying you a little bit. You're quite powerful, Wanda. There's many more things you could do." Wanda gave a look that said 'go on'. "Like flying. I've calculated it. With enough concentration, you could manipulate the gravity around you and levitate yourself."

"Flying?" Wanda asked, trying to think about it. Expanding her powers enough to allow herself to fly would be pretty cool. She wasn't sure about it, though. "Do you really think I could?"

"I think it is worth a shot."

"I don't know," she replied. Wanda stood up and stretched. She really just wanted to be by herself in her room right now. "I think I am going to turn in."

Vision nodded his head. "If you decide you want to try flying, come find me. I will help you."

Wanda was already walking away. "Okay. Goodnight, Vision."

"Goodnight, Wanda."

a/n. hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! by the way, there's a hole (in my soul) is pretty much abandoned at this point. i don't really like it anymore and i'm enjoying writing this a lot more. please leave a review telling me what you think so far! c: