*I don't own anything*

Wanda sat in her bedroom, basking in the hour she had every day completely to herself. She held her guitar in her lap and aimlessly scrolled through songs on Ultimate Guitar to learn. When Steve had found out she played guitar, he had asked her to play some obscure 40's song which she couldn't find for the life of her. Just as she was getting frustrated, she found it and opened the tab. Complicated? Yes, but nothing she couldn't figure out. Steve had stepped into the role of father in her life so easily it scared her sometimes, but overall, she didn't mind it. Ever since Pietro… well, she needed a man's protection.

She absentmindedly began to strum the chords of the song in front of her as she worked out the strumming pattern. The adjustment to becoming an avenger had been hard, yes, but it was good to have a family again. A family who drove her up the wall, but she had never minded having brothers. A sister might have been nice, but Natasha made sure she had everything she needed. It was strange to go to bed not really having to worry about tomorrow or what new tortures lay in store for her in the morning, not something she missed at all. Her life was suddenly busy with training and structure, for which she was thankful. Without the strict routine Steve had imposed, she might have lost it long before today and even now she seemed in no danger at least in regards to her sanity.

Night, though, was another matter. As soon as darkness fell and she fell to her bed, powers and body exhausted, her mind would wake up and replay all the mistakes, all the pain, she had ever experienced in her life. Especially about Pietro. It had been almost a year since Ultron since Pietro died. She still looked over her shoulder sometimes or held out her hand, searching for him, but he wasn't there. He wouldn't ever be there again. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. This wouldn't get her anywhere except spiraling down into the depths of her despair.

She began to sing along to her guitar, slowly gaining volume as her confidence rose.

"You sound wonderful, Miss Maximoff." She nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling around to find Vision standing in her room.

"Oh, it is just you." She said, her free hand fluttering to her breast. "Vizh, you scared me."

The Vision looked down at his hands in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It was not my intention to frighten you."

"I know. Knock next time, please." Her hand fell and knocked against the guitar making her jump again. She hated loud noises.

"I will do my best to remember." Vision promised, then cleared his throat. "Mr. Wilson wanted me to tell you that he is ordering Mexican tonight and wondered what you'd like."

"I'll take a taco or something," She said, half wishing Vision would go away.

"Alright." Vision turned to leave. "Are you feeling well? You look a bit sad." Of course he would notice.

"I'm fine, Vizh." She focused back on her guitar, willing him to leave. He did, but reluctantly.