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AMBER WALKED THROUGH the crowded streets of Sokovia, it appeared she was looking for someone, and there they stood, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff smiled at her and engulfed her in a hug. Then gunshots went off and people began to scatter, Wanda and Pietro held onto her tightly. Wanda and Pietro pushed the girl behind him, as another gunshot had rung through the air.

Amber closed her eyes in fear, until she heard a thud. Pietro was lying on the ground his eyes glazed over, dead. Amber dropped to her knees next to her brother, tears dropping down her face. Wanda was lying next to him, a pool of blood surrounding them. She bent over Wanda to see if she was still alive.

She jumped in fright as Wanda grabbed Amber by the shoulders, "Traitor, it's your fault we're dead. You are not our sister. You are not a Maximoff" Wanda growled, her eyes glowing red.

Amber took a shaky breath, she stood up slowly and looked around, nobody could be seen. The market was in bits, stalls were torn apart. She looked back at the ground, but her brother and sister were nowhere to be seen.

Amber turned slowly looking around her she was alone. Everybody she loved was gone. She had no one left.

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Amber jolted awake from the trance she was in. She was being placed on a row of seats on the quinjet by Clint, who must've carried her there from the ship. Amber looked at him in fear, but nodded slightly as a thank you. Clint have the broken girl a soft smile.

She looked around at the rest of the Avengers, Natasha was staring into space, not talking, Thor looked angry but confusion laced his facade and Steve just looked lost, but Bruce and Tony weren't on the jet, in fact they weren't even in sight. Clint sat down on the pilots seat, and began pressing some controls.

Amber leaned her head against the cool wall, 'Would things be better if I just went with them? They hate me now, I betrayed them' she thought to herself.

Amber rubbed her temples trying to relieve the headache that was now forming. Her thoughts were interrupted by multiple other thoughts that echoed in her head, she groaned at the constant buzzing of voices in her mind.

Amber sat up straight as Tony came into the quinjet, helping Bruce sit on the floor. Tony also looked shaken up and distressed. Clint began to fly the quinjet, yet nobody said anything. A few hours passed, and it was still silent. Night had fallen, and Hill was speaking over the radio to Clint,