Wanda had been in her room for a while, mostly reading. Losing her brother had never really been something she recovered from. She sat in her wondow seat, book open in her lap even as she stared out the window at the grounds around the compound. Her eyes were sad as she remembered her brother. What would it be like if Pietro had survived Ultron? It was something she thought about this time of year, around the anniversary. A knock on her doorframe made her sigh, reaching to run a hand through her hair. “What is it” she asked.
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