She curled herself into a tight ball in the corner of the room. She kept having these horrific flashbacks to the battle against Ultron: the desperate screams for help, and knowing that not all will be saved.

They seem to haunt her every night since that fateful day, and it seemed to her that they wouldn't go away any time soon.

In the distance she could hear the delightful chatter of the gala guests. Stark decided to put up a celebration for the defeat of Ultron. But to Wanda, there was nothing to celebrate about.

He is dead. Her brother is dead.

Wanda's lips tremble at those very words. She will never share a secret, or a smile or watch him do ridiculously stupid pranks with his gift.

Never.

He had to be the hero, didn't he? He had sacrificed himself and leave her alone. This is the second Goddamn time that a family member died as a result of one of the Avengers. And too think they joined Ultron to get revenge on Stark and his minions in the first place, only to save one of them by sacrificing his own.

It brings a whole new meaning to being compared to a speeding bullet. Wanda thought as she let out a rueful smile as she held back the tears. Crying was a luxury that other, weaker people could afford. She hasn't cried since…She could not remember when. But now…now she could not help it.

The music in the background's volume was turned up louder. It looked like the party was getting into full swing. She prayed silently that no one would realise her absence from it. She could not bear to think of how much of an absolute wreak she must actually look like. Whenever she trains with the team, she acts like she is ok, that what happened in the past did not affect her at all.

But every night she would lay awake, too afraid to face that moment that always haunted her dreams. She never saw him being shot, but that made it worse. Her mind would create new and horrific ways that Pietro would die.

But in the end exhaustion would take over her body and she had no choice but to sleep.

Then the Nightmares would control her. If she was so tired and had a dreamless night, she was extremely lucky.

But she would of never of stooped as low to tell anyone about it, no no no. She had learnt never to show vulnerability to anyone, because in the end they will always find a way to exploit it or use it to harm her. She would never even let a bit of sadness glint in her eye.

Her brother. Her best friend.

The first tear streamed down the side of her cheek and drip onto her lap.

She silently got up and went into the bathroom. She trembled as she padded across the tiled floor to retrieve a tissue.

Once she blew her nose, she threw away the tissue in the nearby dustbin. A flash of silver caught the corner of her eye. Wanda turned her head to spot a razor.

It was a mundane, disposable razor. It had a blue, plastic handle and two sharp, stainless steel blades. She automatically reached out and grabbed a hold of it. Simple, but effective.

Wanda tossed the razor in her hands, almost as if she was feeling its weight. She was contemplating if she should do it. If she should finally join her brother…

NO! The tiny voice of sanity said in the depths of her mind. She threw the razor in the basin and shook her head. Pietro would be so disappointed in such a foolish decision. He would do anything to keep her alive, and to do that she would undo everything that he did to protect her.

She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom adamant that she would not fall to such sins.

Yet…

She stopped and slowly turned her head.

It was so appealing. The way the light reflected in a certain angle. The way it gleamed. The way it seemed to hypnotise her.

Come. It seemed to call, enticing her to feel the sharp edge on her soft skin.

She lost all control of her mind, and came towards it, picking up the blade. She pulled her long-sleeve up to her elbow, and in one unconscious move she slashed the cold steel across her forearm.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Pain shot up her arm. It was the first time in days that she felt something else other than depression, hatred and sadness. She could feel its addictive pull, inviting her to another.

She placed the blade on her skin once more and flicked her wrist to create another deep cut in her arm.

She looked down at the blood seeping out of her arm. She touched the cut and winced. It felt wonderful. She smiled for the first time in days at the beautiful artwork that she created…

"Wanda", a quiet familiar voice whispered behind her, followed with a sound of clattering broke her from her trance.

She yelped as she faced the mirror wide-eyed. The reflection showed him with a splattered plate of food spread across the floor, with a look of horror and dismay visibly showing across his face.

She was so in her own mind that she did not register that Vision came in a few seconds before.

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Wanda twisted her body around to face Vision, allowing the razor to clink on the floor.

They both stared at each other in bewilderment. Wanda broke out of her freeze and permitted her basic instinct to take over. She did what she naturally did when she was caught doing something wrong: Run.

She bolted through the door, shoving the stunned Vision out of the way as she did so. She did it so fast that it would have rivalled Pietro's speed.

She could hear Vision calling her name behind her, but she did not turn around. She was angry at herself for letting emotions cloud her thoughts. She would never be so stupid to do something this extreme. This is why I don't allow my emotions to show through. Now it was even worse: Vision caught her at her most vulnerable time.

What was he doing there anyway? Did she actually make such an impression on someone that she was missed in such a crowded area?

All she could see was Vision's disappointed face and the many questions that hung around with it. She shook her head, as if the newly formed memory could just leave with that tiny movement.

She sprinted down the corridor, desperate to find any way out of this situation, when she felt a hand grab her arm. She let out a yelp in panic, trying to shake herself frantically away from his grip, but coming to no avail. He forcefully pulled her body around to face her. His hand was still gripping her wrist, while the other hand was taking a hold of her bicep, as to avoid her wounds.

"Let me go!" Wanda screamed in frustration.

But he didn't. He just held on even tighter.

"Please just calm down, Wanda." His soothing voice chides. She slowly but surely gave up her anger and alarm to the uncontrollable fit of weeping that was long overdue. She would've fallen to the floor if it wasn't for the fact that Vision was holding her up. She sobbed loudly into his thin cotton of his sweater.

Wanda could only say, "I am so sorry, I just want him back, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

Vision loosened his grip on her and picked her up in his arms. He then turned around and proceeded to carry her back to her room.

Hello my bokkies

So I did tell a tiny lie about not posting as I have got exams, but I thought "Screw it I will count it towards studying for English."

I had this idea in mind for a while now, so here I am.

I hope you liked it and please for the love of God, COMMENT! I need some help with my writing.

Of course I do not own any of the characters

Love from thecapefangirl