My name is Wanda Maximoff. My brothers and I have been with Hydra most of our lives. That is, until one day we joined The Avengers in a fight to save the world and our country. You see, we have powers. I seemed to have gotten the power gene in the family, as I have a lot of really strong powers. I can warp reality, manipulate matter and probability, and even project and absorb various forms of energy. My twin brother, Pietro, pulled the short straw when it came to our abilities. Pietro has super speed. Sure, it's a very helpful power, but it's his only one. Our little brother Peter, on the other hand, doesn't have powers. We lived a pretty peaceful life; Well as peaceful as it can be in a family of supers. That peace was broken when Ultron attacked. I was busy fighting Ultron's minions when Peter rushed to save the civilians in danger.

In one split second, my entire life changed. A horrifying, ear piercing, blood curdling scream echoed through my ears, drawing my attention from the fight. I turn to see the cause of such a scream. My youngest brother, cradling our brother. Images flash through my mind so fast it was hard to comprehend. Blood pours from holes in Pietro's shirt. "You didn't see that one coming?" He weakly asks. His body falls limp and all the life drains from his eyes. I screamed and a burst of energy, of magic, came shooting out of me. I couldn't focus on what was going on around me. Just the images repeating, rushing through my mind. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel someone pulling on me. I look up to see Clint, pointing up at the sky. Feet above me, I see Peter being flown up in the air by one of Ultron's minions.

"Peter!" I yell out. Using all of the force in me, I fly up to save my sibling. Just as I get close, the robot drops him in the sky.

"Wanda!" Peter yells out, reach for me.

I put all my energy into saving my younger brother. "I'll save you!" I yell back, fear in my voice. My heart is in my throat and it feels as though if it beats one more time, I'll suffocate. I grab him in my arms and we land to the ground. "I got you... I got you," I whisper, holding my sobbing brother.

"H-He's gone... W-Wanda, he's go-gone," he says through tearful sobs.

"Look at me," I gently grab his face and wipe his tears. "I know. I know. We need to help save as many people as we can, for Pietro. Be strong for him. Can you do that?" I ask softly. Peter nods, sniffling. I help him off the ground and we go our ways. I return to protect the core while Peter goes to save more civilians. We eventually saved Sokovia. That day, I was deemed an Avenger and we returned to the Tower. Once there, Peter retreats to his room.

"Is Peter okay?" Clint asks.

"He's a 13 year old kid who just saw his brother die. What do you think?"

"He might not be the same person ever again," Clint notes.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Wanda," Natasha says.

"Thank you," I quietly mutter. I decide I should go check on Peter. I open the door to his room with a quiet squeak. He's sitting on his bed, leaning over something. "Peter," I softly call. He doesn't respond. I walk deeper into his room and sit on the bed next to him. His eyes are red and puffy from crying. I look to see what he's holding. My heart aches when I look of the photo of the three of us. Pietro and I had just turned 6 and Peter was 2. I hear a sniffle and I look up to see my brother crying again. I wrap my arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

(Ittalics is Wanda and Peter in their native tongue)
"I want him back, Wanda... I want my brother back..."

"I know, Peter. I do too. Pietro, he wouldn't want us being sad over him. He'd want us to continue with living, to be happy."

"I miss him..."

"I do too, brother. I do too... remember that song we'd sing when Hydra took one of us away?" I ask. Peter nods. "When we are alone we will be together again later on." I sing.

"Don't be sad don't be afraid." Peter sings, joining in.

"Just think about when we are safe and sound. Weather the sky is blue. Weather the sun is shining. Just remember you are with family. And that it'll all be okay."

"I love you, Peter," I smile.

"I love you too, Wanda," He smiles back. I can tell he's feeling a little better. I hug him one more time before joining the team in the living room

"Tony what's going to happen to me and my brother? We left our home, our parents are gone. Are we going into foster care?" I ask.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out tomorrow." Tony said, smiling at me.

"Don't worry. You and your brother are safe here." Natasha said.

"Okay, well it's getting late. I'm going to bed. Goodnight," I say.

"Goodnight Wanda." They reply. When I get back to my room, I find a pair of pajamas laying on my bed. I smile softly, grabbing them to change.

(PETER'S POV)

It took me a long time to fall asleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see my brother. The life leave his eyes, the blood. My heart beats faster and it become harder and harder to breathe. I sob quietly, wanting nothing more than for my sister to hold me again, telling me I was going to be alright.

(WANDA'S POV)
"Miss. Maximoff," a voice jolts me out of my sleep.

"Who's there?" I sit up.

"I am Friday. Mr. Stark's AI. Mr. Maximoff seems to be in state of high stress with an elevated heartrate," Friday explains. I instantly know what's going on. I stumble out of my bed and across the hall to Peter's room. I scan the bed to find it empty. My eyes dart to the corner of the room. My brother sits there, curled into a ball. I sit next to him and curl myself around him.

"Peter, I'm here. It's okay," I whisper.

"It-It hurts.. I can't m-make it stop. Why does it h-hurt so much?"

"Peter, look at me. Please? You're okay. You're okay. I'm here. He finally looks up at me. "What happened?"

"I tried to sleep and I couldn't. All I could see was him. Over and over again. The blood." He notices what happened. "I'm sorry for waking you."

"No, no. Shh. It's alright. I'm your sister. I'm always here for you. Don't apologize."

"Don't leave me alone. S-Stay with me. Please?"

"I'm not going anywhere," I shake my head. I help him to his bed. We both lay down, curled up together. I run my fingers through his curly hair, calming him down.

"I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too, mysh," (Mysh means 'little' in Russian). As he falls asleep, I press my lips against his forehead. Soon, I'm asleep as well. I know that as long as Peter and I have each other, everything's going to be okay.