'𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚, Брат'

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𝘼𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙧𝙠

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"Its been three days. Shouldn't have Anara come out by now." Steve passed around the living area in the Avengers Tower. Its been 72 hours since the Sokovia fall and Pietro's death. Wanda has been somewhat better. She's able to actually get out of bed, no matter how hard that is.

"Go and ask her." Stark acted like he didn't care for the Maximoff witch, but he did. Tony knew she had her reasons for what they did, but also he felt like he saw something in her that reminded him of himself. It could be the losing parents at a young age, being the oldest. Of course he wouldn't know what's its like to help raise younger siblings, then lose one.

"Natasha?" The Captain looked to the Black Widow, hoping she would know. "Rogers, she's grieving. Everyone is different." He took a deep sigh, not sure on how to help the young witches.

Meanwhile, Wanda was in her room watching sitcoms, when Vision appeared. He spoke words of the truth. It helped in a sense. When she was alone, she knew she needed her sister. Wanda tiptoed across the hall, knocking quietly on the door.

"Ana." A light voice came from the door. I was awake but lying down with the covers stuffed over me. The sunlight was sneaking through the curtains, but not once have I moved since arriving at the tower. It feels like a minute ago when we arrived.

*** Flashback***

"Anara." I ignored Steve's voice as I walked out of the jet straight away. Not saying a word since I woke up. Blood stained my hands, face and my wound was still open.

"Anara!" He yelled back again but I didn't reply. I went to a room that Tony previously mentioned on the ride here. As soon as I got to the door, I walked straight in, locking it behind me.

The room was a dark grey colour. A double bed on the right wall and some drawers on the left wall. I pulled the blinds shut over the sunny window and crawled into the big comfy bed.

My head hurt, my body was weak, my arm hurt and worst, my heart hurt. I lied awake, not moving once from where I was. Every knock I ignored it. I knew I had to leave this safe space soon. My arm was bad, hadn't eaten or drunk since before the fight.

***end***

I didn't speak, but I heard the locks turn, knowing its my sister. She looked over to me before walking over. Wanda lied beside me, wrapping her arms around me. Within minutes I began to cry. I didn't know how long, but my sister didn't say anything. She just hugged me, letting me know I was okay.

It wasn't till midnight when I woke up. The last thing I remember was Wanda coming in as we both needed our sister. She wasn't in there when I woke.

Making my way to the kitchen a floor below, I saw Tony at the counter, drinking.

"Look who's up." He perked up at the sight of me. My eyes were bright red and there was still dried red from days ago.

"You want something to eat?" I nodded in reply.

Tony went to the cupboards, trying to find something he could make. Instead he pulled out a box of cereal for me, holding it up for an answer. Again I nodded my head and then a bowl of cereal appeared in front of me.

"I got Natasha to get you some clothes to change into. You should probably burn the ones you got on." I carried on eating, not wanting to converse. He finally quit with the questions and sipped on his drink again.

My head was feeling a bit woozy. It can't have been from eating, I needed that. My spoon dropped out of my hand, making Tony's attention towards me.

"You okay, kid?"

"Hmm." I blinked a couple of times, trying to get a grip. When I went to get up, I fell down slightly, a hand gripping the table for balance. Tony basically jumped around the counter, coming to my aid.

"Woah there, kid. Maybe you should lay down for a moment." He helped me to one of the sofa chairs a few steps away.

A yelp came from me when Tony moved his arm to help me sit. His faced turned to one of confusion. Without asking, he checked my arm, seeing a gash that was still open, slightly infected and bleeding.

"You're hurt. Was this Sokovia." I gulped back my tears at my home. With a nod he sighed. Placing my arm around his neck, he helped me to stand and to the elevator. The whole journey was silent as we went to the medical unit. An on call doctor gave me an IV, antibiotics and stitched up the cut. Tony didn't move once. Just stood there to make sure I didn't run.

I fell back to sleep not long later. When I woke I saw my sister on the chair beside me.

"You gave Tony a scare there, Kid." I jumped at the sound of Steve in the doorway. He started walking in as he spoke quietly. "Didn't mean to wake you. Just wanted to check you are okay." I sent him a warm smile. He sent one back and took a deep sigh before walking back out. "If you need to talk to anyone, I'm always here."

"Thank you, Steve."

"Anytime, Kiddo." He left, leaving me to look back to my younger sister.

After a few hours of convincing everyone I was oaky, I made it to my room, showering and putting on some new clothes that I was given. I sat at the edge of my bed, watching White Christmas on the TV. It was still weird to be living in a new country, a new house with people I didn't trust and know. They didn't trust me either but I think it was only out of a feeling off guilt.

"Hello, Anara." My head snapped to the wall, seeing the red synthezoid phase through.

"Vision." I notice him look to the seat beside me, wondering if he should sit.

"You can sit if you want." He sent a smile, doing as such. "I wanted to see how you are. Wanda was worried for you." I took a deep sigh. "I'm okay." My head turned back to the TV, watching the screen.

We sat in silence as we watched the film.

"I said this to Wanda earlier and I believed it may help." Vision said out of nowhere. "If you're going to say it gets better, there's no use."

"I was not." I glance over to him. "Then what are your wise words, Vis?"

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
I smiled to him, glad he chose to come in. I lent my head on his shoulder, which he was taken back by, but continued to watch the movie at the scene of the sister dance by Bob and Phill.

"Never had to have a chaperone. No, sir. I'm here to keep my eye on her."

I giggled at the scene. Vision looked down to me once or twice, watching as I watched the scene with a light smile but slightly puffy eyes still.

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7 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

"That's cheating." Natasha said from the gym floor.

"I didn't cheat." She gave me a dumbfounded look. "Hmm." She wasn't in the mood for games today. I put out a hand out to help her up, but she pulled me back down, flipping me over so I'm on the ground.

"Now that's cheating." She smirked, standing up and putting a hand out for me.

"You let your guard down. Using your abilities is cheating. You can't rely on them every time.

"I don't."
"You do."
"Don't."
"Do." She shouted back, walking out the door. I stood up, looking to see if anyone was coming to the gym so I could fight someone.

"Sam!"
"No."
"What? I didn't say anything." I wined.
"No, but you gave me that look."
"What look?"
"That one." I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you wanna fight?" I asked, stretching my neck.

"Nope." "Scared?" He sent daggers my way. "Pfft. No." I now smirk ask him. "So?" He gave in and we began basic combat. Both of us was equality good, Sam far better due to his past.

"How are you doing?" He asked, dogging a hit.
"Fine." I aimed a kick to his side then a punch to his face.
"That's no at an-, Ow!" I laughed as as he fell to the floor, hitting it with an oooff. "What was that again?"

Sam sent me a look of pure evil as I stood over him with a smirk. "I hate you." "No you don't." I again put a hand out for him to take, he did and when he went to pull me down, I grabbed the small knife out my pocket, moving my foot to under his ankle, flipping him over again so my back hit the floor then again so I was straddling him and the knife away from
his neck.

"Woah." His eyes went wide at he sharp knife.
"I win." I sent a cheeky grin and we both started laughing just as Steve entered. With a cough, we looked behind to see him awkwardly standing there. I turned to face back to Sam, still straddling him, and we both burst out laughing again.

"Are you done there?"
"Yes, Steven." Our laughter died die, getting of and putting my knife back. "Uncomfortable there, Cap?" Sam asked from where he was stood. Rogers just sent us a grin with a head shake, making me eye roll playfully as I left the room.

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