Pietro's POV

It has been a year since the attack. Its been a year since Anya was left in a coma. I never wanted to look at my sister, nor her boyfriend ever again. But I had to if I had to.

I had visited Anya so many times, I ended up just living here, until she wakes up, I mean.

I walk into my temporary room, close the door behind me, and get a book from the bookshelf. I sit down on the bed and flip to where I left off.

I don't even know what time it is now, but I know it had been at least 2 hours. This is just a really good book. I turn around and see the clock on the nightstand. 3:47pm is what it said.

I then hear a knock at the door. They don't usually do that, they know I like to be left alone. I get up and look through the keyhole. It's Wanda.

"Go away." I say politely.

"Pietro," she says "This is serious!"

"I don't care." I fire back.

"Pietro it's Anya." She says.

Wait what. What would be wrong with her. I open the door. She has tears down her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, putting her in my arms.

"Speed to the hospital room and find out yourself." She says. I pick Wanda up and go to the hospital room Anya was staying in.

There were nurses and doctors everywhere. I look in the window. I see Anya. Oh my gosh. Nurses come in with the shock machine. I couldn't hear a heartbeat from the monitor.

Anya's dying. I just stood there. I didn't want to believe any of it. Tears were filling my eyes. This can't be happening. I look at Wanda. She's not looking, she doesn't want to look. I turn back to the window and watch.

No responce, as they just kept trying. I couldn't bare to watch, but my eyes were glued on her. And just like that, they gave up. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, as I hold Wanda in my arms. I rock her back and forth. I rub her back in comfort, as she keeps crying.

I then hear a small beaping noise. I turn around. Anya was back, and alive. I sigh in relief. I ease myself, along with Wanda. I give us both a chance to settle down and wipe our eyes before we go to the meeting. I didn't want to go, but I did it for Wanda.

"Pietro." Wanda says.

"Ya?" I reply.

"I'm sorry." She says.

"Me too." I respond. This time I meant it. But just because I said it to my sister doesn't mean I was forgiving her boyfriend.

At the meeting I did nothing but sat in my chair, watching my sister. Who sat by Vision. Just then, Captain America comes in. This can't be good. I look at Wanda and she looks back at me.

"We have a problem." Cap says. "The government is trying to arrest us. Ross is doing everything in his power to arrest us, and I bet Tony is behind it."

"So what?" Natasha starts, "Are we gonna blame everything that happens to us on Stark?"

"Well, why else would they be hunting us down?" Steve asks.

"Maybe because you broke us out of prison." Sam says.

"Listen," Steve says, "We almost lost someone today, I can't afford to loose anyone else."

He was talking about Anya. I can't believe he's using her as an excuse. I walk outside, not wanting to hear anything else. I walk down the hallway, when then I hear someone behind me. I stop in my tracks, knowing who it was.

"I don't want to talk." I say.

"At least turn around and tell me that." Vision says.

I turn around. "I don't want to talk."

"Listen, Pietro. How many times do I have to say 'sorry' before you forgive me?"

"As many times as you want." I say. I'm not forgiving him anytime soon.

"I'm sorry for keeping something from you." Vision says. Keeping something? From me? Hehe, I highly doubt that.

"About what?" I ask, still not turning around.

"It's not my fault of what happened to your sister." -I don't say anything, I just listen.- "I have this problem with the mind stone, it controls me, it gets carried away. So therefore, I get car-ried away."

"Does Wanda know about this?" I ask.

"No, only you." Vision says. He must really must trust me, keeping this from Wanda.

I remain speechless, and just walk away. I walk into my room and close the door behind me. I grab my book and pull to the page I left off at.

I check the time, 6:58pm. I sigh and lay down on my bed, continuing to read my book. I then hear a knock at the door. I let out an 'UGH' before getting up and checking the keyhole.

It was one of the nurses. I open the door.

"Yes?" I (more like) say.

"It's your sister." She says.

"Why? What's wrong?" I ask, worried sick.

"She's awake."