"Stop worrying," He told her, "It's going to fine."
                              
She felt slightly more relaxed when he told her this but she still felt an ounce of panic when the doors opened and she was face to face with the Avengers.
                              
Around her was Captain America, The Vision, Colonel James Rhodes, The Falcon, Hawkeye and...Quicksilver - her brother. 
                              
Wanda returned the small smile that Pietro gave her when she saw him, "Hey, Piet."
                              
"Come here," He extended his arms and she ran into them, giving him a full, warm hug.
                              
"Doctor," Steve Rogers addressed him.
                              
"Rogers..." Stephen replied, "Will Mr Stark not be joining us?"
                              
"No, he's busy with some...business," Steve said. 
                              
"What of Banner and Thor?" 
                              
"Wish we could tell you," Clint interjected, "They've been MIA a few months after the whole Vision situation."
                              
Stephen took a moment to briefly look over to Vision, he noticed how since Wanda had walked in, he hadn't taken his eyes off her. 
                              
However, he wasn't intimidated of him at all and made it known as he spoke to him. "You doing okay? With the mind stone?"
                              
"Yes, I'm alright. Thank you, Mr Strange."
                              
"That's good for you."
                              
"Enough with the chatter," Clint changed the topic, "Where are we on the situation, Maximoff?"
                              
"I'm sorry for all that happened. I know I caused you pain and...I didn't mean to, but I lost control. Now I've learnt from my mistakes I'm hoping to do some good," Wanda stepped away from Pietro, facing the Avenger that had the most ill-will towards her, "And I'm ready."
                              
"Good," Clint pointed a finger in her face, "Just know that if you slip up...if you so much as to make a mistake..."
                              
"I won't," Wanda said, with confidence and Stephen smiled at her proudly. 
                              
*
                              
Wanda sat on the couch, the very same one Captain America had squat in all that time ago. She picked at the fluff on the pillows and drew circles in the leather.
                              
"Bored already?" Stephen Strange appeared in the hallway ahead, her head shot up and her eyes immediately warmed at the sight of him. 
                              
"No," Wanda stood up, getting close to the man before her, "I was only thinking."
                              
"About what?" He took her hips into his hands, gently pulling her to him. 
                              
She had been thinking about him, she was wondering when she was going to see him again. 
                              
With her busy helping these heroes and him occupied with his missions. What would happen to whatever they were? 
                              
"What's going to happen between...us?" Wanda asked, trailing a finger down his sideburns, "As much as I love seeing you dissolve into old age, I don't want to see you gone."