Pietro was silent, so Wanda clarified, "I said, do you understand?"
                              
"You know...I'm twelve minutes older than you," Pietro smiled a little.
                              
Wanda chuckled, before spying S.H.I.E.L.D agents, armed with heavy weaponry either side of them, "Go."
                              
Pietro kissed Wanda on the head, "Be safe."
                              
"I'll miss you," Was all Wanda managed to say before Pietro sped off.
                              
She shielded her face with her arm as she heard the sound of gunshots. 
                              
The agents advanced, so she felt to the ground on her knees, letting out a grunt of effort before sending out waves of energy from her hands. It spiralled into the men blowing them apart and turning them into dust. 
                              
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"WHAT'S GOING ON?" Tony Stark landed with a clang of metal, he lifted his helmet to reveal his wary face.
                              
"Natasha, they were fighting her and she went through the glass and..." Steve trailed off, looking up to the building.
                              
Tony didn't waste a second, he knew they were all dreading to go up there. His helmet slammed closed as he pushed his hands down to activate his thrusters.
                              
He looked around as he walked over broken glass, scattered in fragments on the ground.
                              
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The building had been disused and derelict for a long time, it had undergone unexecuted construction. There were pieces of collapsed wood and cement in places around the room. 
                              
What stuck out the most was the piece of sharp wood, sticking out like a needle, which Natasha's body was brutally spiked through. 
                              
The expression on her face was grim and alarming as her mouth hung open in shock, along with her lifeless green eyes which were wide. Her bright red hair had fallen over most of her face, but Tony could see that she wasn't moving.
                              
The wood had been pushed violently into her chest, tearing her flesh. Blood oozed out from her torso, it was stark red in the light, softly dripping to the floor, creating a small puddle of the crimson fluid which Tony had stepped in before realising.
                              
Tony took a step back, his breath halted before he could adjust to what he was seeing, one of his friends were dead. Guilt waved over his mind as he thought about her voice over the earpiece, "Gonna need your help, Tony."
                              
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Tony stopped himself from letting his eyes water as he talked to the intercom, "She's...she's gone, guys." 
                              
Clint kicked against a car, he was enraged as he burst into tears, "No..."
                              
Bruce fell to the ground and bunched his hair into his hands, tugging aggressively to try and keep his anger from rising. Thor dropped his hammer as he crouched to comfort him.
                              
Steve was distraught as he looked into the distance, he removed his helmet as a tear rolled down his face.
                              
He spotted a familiar trace of blue come near them as he looked at the road ahead, "Guys..."
                              
Pietro appeared in front of them, he was still shaky, he was pretty certain that he heard gunshots back there, "I'm not going to fight you."
                              
"Damn right, you're not. We should kill you for what you did!" Clint shouted, grabbing hold of Pietro by the shirt.