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IT HAD BEEN two months. Two months since the battle of Sokovia. Two months once Pietro died. Two months since Amber had spoken. Two months since Amber had slept properly.

The Avengers had moved to a new facility upstate apart from Thor who returned back to Asguard, Tony who had returned to the main tower and Clint who had retired. Amber went with the remaining Avengers to the new facility but had locked herself in her room the day they had arrived. They had held a funeral for Pietro, but Amber didn't go, instead she stayed in her room mourning by herself. Steve had tried talking to her multiple times trying to get her to open the door but it was useless, Amber just sat in silence, lost in thought. The argument she had with Wanda didn't exactly help either.

Around a month ago, Wanda had come knocking at Ambers door,

"Amber get out here, you need to eat" Wanda said for the fifth time, but still there was no reply.

"Amber please, you're being selfish now" Wanda said angrily,

"I know you're sad, but he was my twin brother, I miss him but at least I'm not locking myself in my room like a self centered drama queen" She fumed.

Amber sat on her bed, with her legs crossed trying to stay calm. Her heartbeat was speeding up and if she didn't relax she would end up having a panic attack.

"OPEN THE DOOR" Wanda yelled kicking at it, Amber flinched as the loud thud rang through her room.

"Fine, you know what? Stay in your room" Wanda said furiously, "You're the reason he's dead anyway, you could've created a forcefield around you three but no you were most likely thinking about only yourself as usual. You are not worthy of being called a Maximoff", tears ran down Ambers face uncontrollably, she heard Wanda storm off.

And for the rest of the month and that month after, that one last sentence wouldn't stop ringing through Ambers mind.

"You're the reason, he's dead. You could've stopped the bullets but you didn't. You should be dead not him." Amber repeated quietly to herself, she curled in a ball and sobbed silently.

Eating was a problem, Amber didn't want to leave the room, everyday someone came to the door offering her a meal, but yet Amber stayed silent. But every night twice a week, when everyone was asleep, Amber super sped out of her room, and grabbed some fruit or a drink. That's the only reason she had survived, these past few weeks.

And that's what's happening now.

Amber sped through the halls to the kitchen quickly, she grabbed a few pieces of fruit and filled up her water bottle, she turned around and came face to face with Steve who had bags under his eyes.

"Amber?" He asked tiredly, squinting at her.

Ambers throat felt like it was closing in, her eyes widened and she sped back towards her room. She closed her door silently and relocated it. Amber leaned on the door panting slightly, she was caught.

"He'll tell the others," Amber thought she could feel the panic riding in her, "Breathe Amber breathe",

Amber took a deep breath in and out. She finally relaxed when she found the hoodie belonging to Pietro before he died. The one she had folded and put away, before the battle. She slipped it on and a sense of security took over her body. She felt herself leaning back and she hit the pillows with a thump. She closed her eyes drowsily and was out like a light.

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Amber looked around she was in the field near her old house in Sokovia. The grass was long and flowers were scattered everywhere. She heard footsteps behind her, Amber turned around quickly spotting someone. It was him. Pietro stood behind her, but something was different, he wasn't covered in bullets or was even showing any signs of distress. Amber breathed in and out in disbelief, she ran to hug him joyfully but was stopped when he pushed her away from him. Amber looked at her brother confusedly.

"Pietro-" Amber began,

"Save it" Pietro snarled, Amber flinched this wasn't her brother, her brother would never- would he?,

"I-I" Amber stuttered,

"You are the reason I'm dead, you could've saved me but you didn't, you watched as Ultron killed me. I bet you were glad weren't you?" Pietro said aggressively,

"Pietro- I wasn't glad" Amber began, tears streaming down her face,

"I hope you feel awful because this is all your fault," He glared at her,

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault" echoed as Amber turned seeing that there were now multiple Pietros surrounding her. She turned in a circle looking for a way to escape, her breathing got heavier and heavier she was being enclosed as they continued to chant, Amber fell to her knees trying to escape and screamed a bloodcurdling scream.

Amber awoke with a jolt she was still screaming, tears coming out of her eyes like waterfalls. There was banging coming from the door, making Amber back away breathing heavily, it dawned on her she was having a panic attack. It wasn't like the ones she's had before, in fact it was ten times worse.

"AMBER, OPEN THE DOOR," Someone shouted from behind it, "AMBER PLEASE, YOU NEED TO LET ME IN, IF YOU DON'T OPEN UP, I'LL HAVE TO BREAK DOWN THE DOOR",

"1...2...3" the person counted slowly, Amber heard a crash and screamed loudly huddling into the corner of her room, still breathing heavily as a wave of dizziness rolled over her.

The figure walked toward her, and when it got near her she screamed.

"Amber! Breathe slowly, come on Amber" The voice said urgently, Amber opened her eyes and saw Steve crouching in front of her.

She looked toward the door where, Natasha, Vision, Sam and Rhodey stood in the doorway. Amber noticed that Wanda was nowhere to be seen. They all looked at her with pity, sending Amber back into a spiral. Steve noticed this quickly.

"Guys could you leave is talk for a few minutes?" Steve asked looking towards the team, The team nodded and dispersed.

Steve turned back to Amber who was shivering and staring at the ground sadly. Steve noticed the dark bags underneath her eyes, and the amount of weight she had lost. Steve pulled the girl into a hug and lifted her off the floor. He carried her over to the bed and placed her on it so she was sitting down. Steve crouched down in front of her once more.

"What happened?" He asked softly,

"It's my fault, it's all my fault" she broke down in tears,

"Oh Amber" Steve said sadly,

"I saw...him" she replied quietly, "he said it was all my fault, and I believe that it is true".

"Amber, what happened to Pietro wasn't your fault," Steve began,

"Steve, I could've stopped the bullets, I could've created a mini forcefield, but no, I let him take the bullets instead of me" Amber said her voice cracking as tears dropped down her face.

"Amber you made your choice to put your life on the line to save Clint and that little boy. You made your choice, and Pietro made his by saving you" Steve said softly, hugging the girl who cried heartbrokenly.

Steve held the girl as she cried, she finally let out what she had been holding in since the death of Pietro. Steve stayed with her until she fell back asleep, she needed to sleep, she was completely drained. He tucked her under her quilt and closed the door quietly behind him, leaving the girl to sleep.

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I love Wanda so no disrespect to her character but to add tension I gotta make her a bitch unfortunately, oh well...

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