@maximxffpietro
There were some grievances you never moved on from. Losing Pietro was exactly one of those. The Avengers, her amazing, strong teammates, may have brought back billions, but Wanda couldn’t help but wish Pietro was among them. Perhaps that was selfish, but thus far, Wanda had lost every important person in her life, starting with her parents. Wishing that only one of them came back… surely it wasn’t entirely vilifying. Somedays, Wanda felt like she was moving on from the guilt and the longing, but others, it was stifling. Today was thankfully the former. She’d woken up and gone through her usual training regime, she had made breakfast for herself and a few teammates, and now she was in the living room of the compound, reading a self help book that she’d swapped the cover out on. There was no need to worry anyone! Wanda was merely curious about how to recover from loss. Clearly, being a superhero was not always filled with thrilling adventures. Sometimes being a superhero meant merely surviving.
When a gust of wind rushed by her, it almost brought a smile to her face. Years ago, it would have been announcing her brother’s arrival, but now it just meant that one of her teammates had opened a window. Sighing, Wanda pushed up off of the couch with her book in hand. Much to her shock and confusion, it seemed to signify the latter. Pietro was in front of her even though that was impossible. It had to be a trick, a villain was behind this with powers not entirely unlike her own. Mysterio came to mind immediately, although Wanda wasn’t sure exactly what he looked like. She had only heard horror stories about the visions he created. “You’re not real,” Wanda said, her tone firm, though there was obviously emotion in her voice. “You are cruel for making me envision my brother.”