* 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 * (NatxOC)

~2~

Two Years Later

"How do we know we can trust you, I can't even read your mind," Wanda said, accent thick.

"We have the same goals Wanda. Help me take down the Avengers, it's a win win situation," the robot spoke, but seeing his words had no effect on the twins who remained cautious, he continued. "Your friend, sister, whatever you refer to her as is not dead, and I know where she is."

Wanda and Pietro felt themselves grow shocked at the information. Sure, they never truly believed that Violet was dead, but they were under constant watch. If anything, the security had grown stricter since her supposed 'death' and that gave the siblings more reason to suspect that she truly wasn't dead.

They never were given any more information as to her death. They refused to believe she had died, but had no way of searching for here.

"Tell us where she is." Pietro's voice was defensive, as were his words.

"Will you agree to help me?" Ultron asked.

"Yes." Wanda's words escaped her mouth, no hesitation to them. A grin grew on the robot's metal face,

——

They knocked on her door. Countless times.

No response.

They were growing impatient. Having given up waiting, Wanda frustratedly sighed.

She grabbed a couple of hair grips, crouching to be level with the doors lock as she began to pick it.

"What are you doing?" Pietro asked.

"Something I had to learn for some missions," Wanda mumbled in response. She heard a click, standing up with a glint in her eye as Pietro raised his brow at her in question. She pushed the door open, before inviting herself inside with an amazed Pietro following behind.

They looked around the apartment, only hoping their information was correct.

The apartment was quite simple, there wasn't much decoration. The walls were all plain, painted a cold shade of white. The floors were all a dark brown wood. It was small, cosy. It was a hallway, stairs at the end of the corridor with three doors on the lower floor.

The shower was running. That explains the lack of answer. They walked further into the apartment, entering the living room as they saw papers scattered all over the table, along with some manilla folders.

Their faces scrunched up as they both moved to inspect the papers. All were about three different people, two of them being themselves.

Violet was doing her own investigations.

Wanda tilted her head, trying to figure out who this third person was, when she watched as a knife had flown past her, just missing her as it imbedded itself into the wall.

"Who the f-" the voice began. The twins, alarmed, had turned around to face the girl with relief washing over them at the sight of her.

The girl's eyes widened in disbelief, shock.

"Wanda? Pietro?" She questioned, refusing to believe that they were really here.