Pietro's body raises like a monster emerging from the abyss-riddled with bullets and face twisted in the last emotion ever expressed on his fair face. Her mind spirals. Chaos reigns supreme and her power whispers to her to Change it All, To Render everything Obsolete and lashing out and then-
Peace.

(the one where Wanda Maximoff finds her peace)
set post Age of Ultron

 

I just feel You.

- Wanda Maximoff

 

Death is a very curious phenomenon.
Terrible, of course, but so very curious.
For the death of one person, just the one person can make you feel...razed down to your soul
(that is of course, if you have one. She wouldn't be surprised if she doesn't.

Wanda sits in the darkness of her room at the Avengers Compound.
And sits.
And sits some more.
There is nothing more to do. Nothing more she wants to do.
How could she? When the sun of her life is gone?

She barely remembers the battle now. All of it gone in a haze. She doesn't know what this feeling is called, the one that's blocking her emotions. (The doctors back at the facility would surely have a name for it)
She remembers feeling brave.
She remembers putting her Chaos to Use.
She remembers a bullet-riddled-
( and suddenly-

  Pain )

( there is warmth all around her.
 how is it warm? all she remembers is cold
 coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold
 cold like-
 the warmth reaches out around her
 and all is peace )

She wakes up.
The skies are a light grey (as light as her brother's ey- no)
She walks around her room to fetch the tv remote. She hold it uselessly in her hand; she doesn't want to watch anything. Doesn't have the energy to watch anything.
(the coffee table on the right glints blue, just he used t- stop.)
The minds of others in the compound are a mild noise in the background. F.R.I.D.A.Y has smartly placed her away from the others. To keep her mind safe (or theirs, she isn't sure).
She brings up her Chaos. The energy pulsates in her hands. Red and constant and always, always there. She lets it flow. She lets it feel. Maybe it will do the job for her.
Maybe it will keep her alive.

She doesn't remember when it started.
The android(now named Vision) started just...quietly following her around. 
Like a ghost or perhaps a shadow. It was comforting, in a way. She has been a part of a whole for so long that she'd forgotten how lonely the human race actually was. And so, she didn't mind him there.
His mind, which had been so full of destruction before was now orderly and dynamic. Like a child born into the world with all the powers of the sun. He was a paradox, like her. Wanda knew that he would've noticed her cursory glance of his mind but he didn't say anything. So, neither did she.

It became a ritual.
The two of them just...being. She was able to accept Pietro's death now. She was not alright of course, but she could accept it. Being with Vision helped.
What they have or rather they do is very curious, she muses. Neither of them talk. Neither of them Do anything, per say but they do communicate. 
Wanda learns of the different ways her chaos can meld with another's. He learns more of humanity, of being near another.
What they are doing, might just be more intimate than anything else but they are satisfied and so it goes on.

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(This universe never suffers Thanos who is killed with tears and blood by his own daughter's hand. 
 The world doesn't grieve the loss of half of itself and goes on like it always has.

 In the north of the Earth, Wanda and Vision find a haven, just for the two of them
 It is not the avenger's compound with its facilities, It is not Sokovia with its bright friendly people
 It is them. Quiet and Serene. But for Wanda, it is everything.)

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Death reigns heavy on her heart as she stands on an empty house plot with a brochure in Westview.
Vision's words settle like a rock in her stomach dragging her down, down, down,       it sinks in with claws rendering her insides raw 
                                          her mind feels like a raw wire, torn apart again and again like the gem from her Vision's head                       

                She doesn't wish to live in a world without him, doesn't want to live in a world that has only taken and taken and taken            Doesn't want to be the only one left behind again, only a shadow of a whole - only one of two
 She hates it with all of her being, her heart feels like its in her throat, her head whirls with deathdeadVisiondead- and she can't- shecan'tfeelhim

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         And suddenly that pain, the suffering merges with her chaos and she gives
She gives all of herself to the chaos, to the whispers
She screams at it to save her, to do something, anything.

To ruin this unbearable chain of love and grief and poison choking her
and it Listens.

Wanda wakes up breathing heavily into the cold morning air. Vision looks up from the book he is reading, eyes round and head tilted in concern. His mind reaches out to her and she tangles herself in it, hides in it as if she's hiding herself away from the nightmare.
"is something wrong darling?" He asks with his lilting, curious voice.
Wanda's heart settles. Her mind calms. He is here.
Here and Real and not, not gone-
(She forgets the dream, the one that felt so much like reality in front of this peace, this love he offers her unconditionally)
She smiles.
"No, everything's alright now."