chapter 12

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The teenagers hurried out of there before anyone noticed the twins and pointed out the gypsies and started blaming them for what's going on. The twins couldn't believe that the brothers were religious, especially Steve, he fell in love with Pietro, which Bucky still didn't know about.
"I'm guessing that your mom and uncle don't want to see you two around us, do they?" Bucky joked. He knew they didn't.
"I'm pretty sure they don't even want to see you two around the city," Pietro laughed. "Though maybe if they actually met you," Wanda hit Pietro. "What?" he yells at her.
"You know how our mom is!" she looks at the brothers. "It would be nice for our mom to actually like you two, but I'm sure she won't."
"Hey, it's fine. You're only staying here for, what, two more weeks?" Bucky said back to her.
Pietro and Steve stood next to each other. Pietro finally grabbed Wanda's arm and pulled her away from the brothers to talk to her. "Wanda, we can't leave the two here, not while there's the plague going around," he cared about them and didn't want the two to die.
"Its not like we would convince mom to let them come with us." she said softly unsure of what to say.
"Come on, Wanda! I know how you feel about Bucky, you don't want to leave him here. We could convince mom to let them come with us. Please, Wanda! We could at least try," he gave her puppy eyes.
Wanda sighed, she looked over at the two, to see that they were talking to each other. "I guess," she said softly, and before he got too excited she turned her head back over to him. "But that doesn't mean mom is going to agree to it. Got it?"
He tried not to see too happy and to get his hopes up, but he couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like if Steve was with them. Why did he have to like Steve so much, he wasn't even sure if his mother would agree to him liking him. "Thanks Wanda!" he hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go.
She rubbed his back. "No problem," she smiled. "We'll ask mom when we go back."

The sun was just setting down when the teenagers split. The twins started to go back. They got to the car to see their mother and uncle waiting for them, seemed like they had everything packed up. "Mom? What's going on?" Wanda asked.
"We're leaving. There's that plague going around and we need to leave before it gets to us. We're going to leave in the morning. So make sure you have everything and we're leaving," their uncle explained.
"We . . . we actually have something to ask you two," Pietro started out.
"What is it?" there mom asked.
"Those two boys? We want them to come with us," before they could say anything against what Pietro was saying he kept talking. "They're our friends, and we don't want them to die. It's nice to have someone that we like to talk to and hang out with. Please, if they were with us then its not like they'd do anything, they'd be in the car with us. It isn't like they've done anything horrible. They don't have a home and they took people's money so that they could get food. Please!" Pietro tried getting out everything at once, he couldn't explain how much he wanted them to come with them.
She looked over at her brother, not to sure what to think of those two boys coming along. "What do you think?"
"Well, Pietro has a point, they wouldn't do anything bad if they were with is, and if they want to come along then its not like they'd take our things and run off. Wanda? Do you want them to come with us?"
"Well I don't want to leave them here. They are really nice. The blond one brought our things back and they haven't tried taking anything since then. Please can they come with us?" She wanted it just as bad as Pietro. "We can find them in the morning and leave, it's not like they have anything to bring, and if anything, they'll bring pillows and blankets, but nothing more than that. They won't take up room."
"They may not take up room but that means two more kids to feed," their mom said.
"We'll split our food with them," Pietro quickly said. "We don't want that plague to get to them.
The two adults look at each other. "Fine," their uncle said. "But you have to get them at dawn so we can leave."
"Thank you!" The twins both yelled and hugged them.

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