A/N: IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS NOW :D
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"Wanda, talk to me!"

Pietro was trying his hardest to not cry, especially not in front of his teammates. His sister lay still on the gurney, which was being rolled to the O.R by two doctors and a nurse.

"Wanda!"

It was evident he was going to be left with no reply as the doors locked. The image of his sister bleeding out onto the grass was glued onto the back of his mind. Every time he thought about it again, it made him want to punch a wall. Or just lie down and forget about everything.

"Pietro, calm down." It was Clint. He recognised the archer's voice even without looking up. "She's going to be fine."

"She shot her."

"I know-"

"That woman shot my sister." He was seething. His heart was filled with hatred for his now-enemy. All potential positive thoughts he had for her before were long forgotten. The only image he had of her now was when she pulled the trigger as she aimed at his twin.

"She's locked up. Tony's got it under control."

Pietro heard him, but the only thing going through his head was how he was going to murder her.

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"Lisa, am I right?" The blond soldier crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed.

I saw right through him. He was putting up an act that he was obviously tired of. I wanted so badly to get out, I would do anything for it to be possible. In this case, it was playing coy.

"Yes, Captain." I smirked. "Is that what you prefer to be called?"

"I ask the questions here."

"Sure, you do." I shrugged. "Or maybe you think that's what everyone expects of you."

I could see the shift in his body language and the anticipation reflecting in his eyes. He was intrigued in what I was trying to say.

"You know..." I started, standing up in my cell to walk towards him. "You might be big and strong on the outside. But on the inside, everyone knows you're just the same old weak and puny Steve Rogers."

His spine straightened, obviously affected by what I had said. I didn't care about him liking me right now, all I could think about was how my life was in danger and I needed to fix that.

"Guess what, Captain?" I emphasised his title once more. "Nobody buys your act."

He paused for a moment, and I could see a flicker of uncertainty in his blue eyes. I couldn't help but feel a little bit of regret. He looked so hurt by what I said. Or maybe he was trying to fight back a comment?

I wondered if I was just imagining it, just lying to myself that what I said actually got to him. But something in his facial expression told me otherwise. I guess I underestimated how good I was at playing this game.

"I buy it." A voice called out from the distance. I was a little bit startled, surprisingly. Of course we weren't alone.

"Oh, do you now?" I tried to figure out where the voice came from.

Through the glass, I could make out a sea of red hair. It wasn't until the owner of the voice took a few steps closer that I could make out her eyes, lips and nose. I've seen her multiple times throughout my lifetime, and even though I've seen her in pictures, there was no device on this planet that could capture the sangfroid in her posture, or her aura of solidity. I was moved when our eyes met.

"You...know me." Her eyebrows furrowed. I guess I gave it away.

I wasn't sure if I should answer her. Hell, I didn't even know what to say. "I do."

"I can't say I'm surprised."

"Huh," I scoffed. "Of course you can't. You're a class A threat to anyone you consider an enemy."

"And are you?"

"What? Am I what?"

"Someone I should consider to be an enemy."

I was thrown by that question. Why was she asking that question? I thought me being locked up already proved the fact that I wasn't exactly on their side.

I dared to look into her eyes again, and I was met by the same fire she walked into the room with.

"I know how it is, Y/N. This life you're leading, this isn't something you chose. It was forced upon you." There wasn't an ounce of pity in her words. She was just simply telling me what she thought was my truth.

"I'm not...I'm not Y/N." They knew my real name?

"Then who are you?"

I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts. Is this what she was trying to do all along? To distract me from my original plan to escape? I barely paid attention to my handcuffs the whole time we were talking.

So, I turned my back to her and shut up.

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"Piet?"

He sighed, taking her hand in his carefully. "Wanda, you're awake."

"Well, duh, idiot."

He chuckled, barely annoyed by what he would usually roll his eyes at.

"What happened?"

"You got shot in the shoulder by the bitch of a woman. We managed to capture her and she's in one of the cells now. I think they're in the middle of questioning her."

Wanda's forehead started to crinkle. "Ugh." Pietro leaned forward, ready to tend to his sister's every need. "I screwed up, didn't I?"

"What? No. You did fine." He wasn't expecting that.

"I wasn't strong enough! She got through and I'm the reason why I got shot. This is my own fault."

"Wanda, it wasn't that you weren't strong enough. Believe me, you are." Pietro squeezed her hand in assurance. "Sometimes shit happens."

"Then explain this!" Wanda gestured to her shoulder. "Like it or not, this is by my own hand. I wasn't powerful enough."

Pietro couldn't believe his ears. Why was his sister blaming herself for what that villian did to her?

"Wanda, I knew you were stupid but I didn't know you were this stupid." Wanda rolled her eyes at him, yanking her hand away from his.

"No, listen to me." Pietro urged, "She pulled the trigger even though it was supposed to be impossible, so that isn't your fault. We underestimated how powerful she was, and that's on us. I should've seen it coming."

Wanda smiled, comforted by her brother's attempt to ease her worries. But she still had her insecurities and issues with herself.

"I've seen you kill hundreds of thousands of robots in Sokovia. I've seen you defend yourself against multiple enemies. I wouldn't doubt your strength for a second." Pietro needed her to believe him. "So, why should you?"

The two of them looked at each other. No one understood them better than the other did. It was always the two of them against the world, and now even more so—if not for the other Avengers.

"I love you, idiot."

"Now shut up and go to sleep."