Chapter 15

                                    

                                          
||"But you are who you are. I won't change you for anything."|| 
                          
He was wearing...clothes?
                          
Actual...clothes? 
                          
She stifled her grin and moved closer, Pietro smiling at her from behind Vision.
                          
"It has been a very long while, Miss Wanda," Vision spoke, greeting her kindly as he always did. She looked up at him, smiling—trying to comprehend that he was actually here. "Mr. Rogers," he added, turning to Steve and shaking his hand. 
                          
"Vision, it's good to see you," Steve said, retreating his hand and putting it on Wanda's shoulder. She caught Vision's eyes as he watched Steve's gesture, and she noticed the quick flash of confusion in his eyes before he looked back at Wanda. "What brings you back? I haven't seen you since...since the twins left."
                          
Vision held his hands behind his back and stepped aside so that Pietro could join the circle. "I was told that Wanda and Pietro had returned from their trip, and I wanted to greet them in person. I won't be staying long though, I must return to Asgard within the next few days, but I wanted to stop by," he paused, looking at Wanda, "to see you."
                          
Her blushing must have been evident, because Vision's eyes lit up the way they always did whenever he made her blush, and she had to look away before her entire face went red. 
                          
"How's Thor?" Steve asked, his hand sliding down Wanda's back and stopping mid-way. "He doesn't visit as much."
                          
"Everything is well back home, with Thor and the people. He did want me to pass on his greetings, and he insists that the next time I visit, he'll be joining me."
                          
"Lucky us!" Tony yelled from his lab, and Wanda smiled, moving her hand behind her back to touch Steve's fingers, and she felt him pull her closer. 
                          
Pietro stepped up to her, nodding his head over to the bar, signaling her to follow him. She obliged, pulling away from Steve's gentle hold, then followed her brother to the bar. She pushed herself up on the stool and looked over her shoulder, watching Vision and Steve head over to the balcony. 
                          
"Hey," her brother said, and she looked up just in time to see him throw a juice bottle at her. She caught it with her hex, stopping it from smashing into her face. 
                          
"Pietro." Her voice was stern, and he shrugged his shoulders and winked. 
                          
"What? I knew you'd catch it."
                          
Wanda rolled her eyes, opening up the bottle and taking a long gulp of the delicious strawberry flavored drink. Her brother sat down beside her, picking up her free hand and playing with her rings. "Did you sleep last night?" she asked him, observing him; memorizing the details of his face for the millionth time. 
                          
"I did, surprisingly," he answered softly, twisting the ring on her ring finger around. "Steve told me what you did."
                          
She peered up at him, but he kept his gaze down on her hand. 
                          
Before she could respond, he spoke again. 
                          
"He also told me what happened after you were done," his voice had gotten deeper, and she recognized it as his scolding voice. She chewed on her bottom lip and waited for him to continue. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, and she gaped at him for a second before collecting herself. 
                          
"Um...yes. It was nothing, Pietro, just a nosebleed."
                          
"Just a nosebleed? Last time that happened, I had to help Nik drag you inside because you wouldn't stop bleeding. If you knew you weren't ready to do it, you shouldn't have done it." Ah,  there it was, the scolding she was waiting for. "Please, just be careful, okay? When I'm not with you and you're doing this kind of stuff, it worries me."