Warning: last chapter, very short.

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When they came to take his body, she held on as long as she could, still clinging to the hope that just one tiny flicker of her light would bring him back. Steve tried his hardest to console her, but she just sat there; staring at her blood stained hands, questioning herself. Wanda was distraught, looking to anyone for answers as to why her brother was dead, and why she couldn't see his body.

No one had an answer for her, except Emma. She could have saved him, but she was too weak. She let her brother die, because she wasn't strong enough. Because she doesn't know how to control the gift she had been given. She doesn't deserve such power if she can't wield it.

What was the point in finding out you can heal people, only to have the most important one die in your arms? The question shot through her mind like gunfire; a sound she wished she could forget.

Time passed, and people moved on. Clint went home, had a son, spent time with his family. Bruce was probably in Fiji. Thor went back to Asgard. Tony had an all new facility built on one hundred acres of land in upstate New York. There was a pool, arcade, everyone had their own room. Even Wanda seemed to shine a little bit brighter with each day that passed.

But Emma shut herself out.

The team tried. Every day they came to her door, well, Steve and Sam came to her door; offering pizza, her favorite movie on DVD, and even once suggested they binge watch Gilmore Girls from the beginning. He didn't know what that was, but he knew she liked it, and all he wanted was for her to be happy. Natasha tried once, offering some female companionship, but Emma refused that as well.

Vision didn't even knock. He just phased through her wall, leaving a tray of food on the edge of her bed. He wouldn't say a word, or stay any longer than he needed to. And she was so thankful for that. All she wanted was to be alone, to torture herself with her own thoughts.

She wasn't surprised to hear the sound of knuckles rapping on her door one rainy afternoon. She was in the middle of a documentary about space, and once again, did not feel like being bothered. "I'm not interested, Steve. Please stop asking." Her voice was hoarse as she scolded him, not even answering the door or asking who it was; assuming it was the perfect hero.

"Emma, it's Wanda."

Her ears perked at the sound of the Sokovian accent on the other side of the door. Despite the fact that her door had been previously locked, she heard a soft clicking sound of Wanda ignoring Emma's quest for solitude. Within a second, her door was being opened, and Wanda's long brown hair poked through the threshold.

Emma could feel the dip in the bed where she took a seat on the edge, and peaked out from the covers she was cradled in. The sight of the dark haired beauty made her want to cry, and she soon felt herself biting back the tears. She wasn't worthy of Wanda's time. Not after what happened. The Scarlet Witch waited for Emma to pull herself from the cocoon she was buried in.

"When we first met, I looked inside your head and I saw your entire life. I played with your insecurities, and your pain, and I want to apologize." Emma's brows came together, wondering why in hell Wanda Maximoff would be apologizing to her. "When we met a second time, I looked into your head again, and I saw it. I saw the light that lives inside of you, and I saw what it could do."

Emma glanced down at her hands, pulling her legs inward to sit with her legs crossed.

"And I felt what you felt for Pietro," Wanda continued. "I know it was real, and I know it's been hard for you, and I know you tried to do what you could to save him." Her eyes glowed red as she dipped into Emma's mind again, searching for something. "It's not your fault," she replied to the thoughts she had just read. "You can't blame yourself. No one else blames you."

"No one else knows," Emma interrupted. "About this." She held her hand up and tried to ignite the light. She felt it spark up, a slight tingling in the middle of her palm, but it was weak. It hadn't been the same since that day.

"What I'm saying is I don't blame you." Wanda stated. "I want you to have this." In her hands was a familiar navy, blue hoodie with a series of arrows tracing up the sleeves. Pietro's jacket. "He would have wanted you to have it."

Emma's fingers traced the fabric, feeling it's softness underneath her fingertips. She brought it to her face, taking in a deep breath, letting the very faint smell of Pietro Maximoff swirl in her senses. It wasn't enough, and she knew that she would wear the smell out before she was able to commit it to memory. She'd wear it every night if it made her feel like it was he who was wrapped around her.

"What is it?" Wanda asked as Emma stared blankly at the jacket. She didn't steep into the woman's mind, wanting her to have an actual conversation with her instead of it being one-sided. To Wanda, it seemed like it had been months since she had spoken more than three words to Emma. Those three words usually were 'you almost done', and they were spoken through the bathroom door.

"I just wish there could have been more." Emma replied. "I wish I could have done more, yeah, but what really kills me is not knowing what could have been. Would it have worked? Would we have fallen in love? Would we have lived happily ever after? I'll never know." She slipped the jacket over her bare arms and closed her eyes, recalling the moment they shared their first and only kiss. Wanda could see it, too, and her eyes fell from Emma's face. "He was a stranger, and yet it was as if I had known him my whole life."

Wanda offered her a small smile. "You can't dwell on it, now. Believe me when I say he would want you to get off your ass, suck it up, and live." She grabbed Emma's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "That's what gets me through."

Emma nodded her head, still struggling to hold back the tears that were brimming on her lash line. She glanced down at her phone to check the time but it was dead. "I need a new phone," Emma mentioned. The change of subject shifted the air entirely. Wanda seemed happy that she had gotten Emma to actually talk. "Mine keeps dying. It'll be charged, and then within an hour it's dead again."

She plugged her phone into the charger, and waited until it turned back on. Suddenly, out of the palm of her left hand, a dagger of white light exploded into the air and towards the ceiling. The quick burst startled the girls. And almost as quickly as it showed, it disappeared, leaving both Emma and Wanda bewildered as they stared at the space above them. The girls shared a look, and then Emma looked down to her cell phone. It wasn't even charging anymore. She tried to turn on the light, but realized that it wouldn't turn on either. And that her breaker must have short-circuited.

"What the hell was that?" Emma asked, holding her hand up in the air, pointed away from them just in case it happened again.

"That was you!" Wanda smiled from ear to ear, near disbelief in her voice. "Do it again!"

So here's a summary list of what you're going to get in Near To You:

1. Emma learning all about her abilities 2. Bucky Barnes 3. Wanda/Emma friendship 4. A shit ton Cap/Emma friendship 5. Is Pietro really dead tho? I mean, really? 6. Better writing because there isn't too much going on in CW, like there is in AOU. (So if you think that sounds like something you'd want to read, by all means keep you peepers open for that. It will be out real soon. Like I've already written half of it) Thank you all so much for reading. I hope you continue to move on to the next story.

Rest in peace, Anton Yelchin.