@americanhero / I don't have a will. I don't have anything to leave behind.
There were little moments here and there with everyone.
Tony was, well, difficult. In his mind she was probably still a child who needed to be coddled. With Clint it was somewhat difficult but she still appreciated the time he spent with her, talking and training her. She wasn’t angry with him believe it or not. Maybe if she was angry with anyone, it was Pietro, for being a much better person than she believed herself to be. He was always the better half of them and now that he’s gone, still gone, she had to face that fact head on. Clint was her friend, and she admired him for plenty more than surface level things. Bruce was, well, different but she still visited him in the lab every now and then. Time with Natasha was a mixed bag of training or speaking, but she liked it either way.
She appreciated the little talks she managed to have with Steve and Clint the most. In those quiet moments, tucked away in corners, Wanda felt almost sane. Almost normal. The issue today is the fact that wills were mentioned.
What would you give those you leave behind? What did you have to give, anyways?
Wanda frowned, taking a deep breath in before letting it out. “It’s not about you,” she pointed out, struggling to keep herself from stammering it. She’s considered it herself. It’s not like she truly had anything either. Sure, she made a paycheck at the bookstore when she didn’t struggle to go in but otherwise, what else was there? “A picture or a book... something for those who are left behind to remember you by. Like...” The woman stood up and paced for a minute as she considered what she’d say. “I don’t know but if there’s ever a possibility of a life without you, I’d never want to forget you.”
Call it morbid but she still had the fabric of the suit Pietro wore when he died. Her fingers moved to play with the small scrap she had turned into a bracelet, wrapped around her wrist.