The Third Maximoff Twin

The Sokovia Accords

Sorry I haven't been updating, been going through a bunch of college shit and all

But I'm back and let's get into.

As Petra met up with Pietro, the siblings made their way through the compound's pristine halls in silence. Petra could have easily crawled along the ceiling or swung there faster, but she matched her brother's deliberately measured pace. This wasn't a time for showing off.

When they reached the hangar, Vision and Rhodes were already there, their stances tense as they waited. Petra's bio-electric sense tingled - a new ability she was still learning to control. Something big was coming, and not just the arriving aircraft.

"How bad is this going to get?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rhodes turned to look at her, his expression grim. "Bad enough that we all need to choose where we stand."

Petra felt Pietro shift closer to her protectively. She might be able to turn invisible and lift several tons, but right now, she felt every bit the fourteen-year-old she was, watching the world of heroes she'd just joined start to fracture.

The sound of engines grew louder. Through the hangar doors, she could see the quinjet approaching, bringing with it decisions that would change everything. Her fingers brushed against the spider emblem on her chest - a symbol of the responsibility she'd taken on when she got these powers. Whatever came next, she'd have to live with her choices.

The quinjet's engines roared overhead as it descended toward the hangar, stirring the air with enough force that Petra's enhanced senses picked up every subtle change in pressure. Her bone stingers emerged partially in response to the tension, breaking through the reinforced slots at her wrists as she fought to maintain control.

"They look rough," she murmured, her retractable fangs slightly extending as she caught sight of the team through the quinjet's windshield. Even from this distance, her enhanced vision could make out the exhaustion in Steve's posture, the tight set of Natasha's shoulders, and the way Wanda seemed to curl in on herself. The scent of smoke and foreign soil clung to the aircraft, telling a story of chaos that the news hadn't fully captured.

Vision shifted beside her, the Mind Stone catching the afternoon light. "The Lagos incident has likely catalyzed something beyond our immediate control." His calm voice contrasted sharply with the whirring of Rhodes' armor as War Machine took a step forward.

"Stay back a bit, kid," Rhodey advised, his faceplate up but his expression serious. "Let us handle the initial debrief." The colonel's protective instinct didn't offend her - at fourteen, she was still the youngest by far.

Pietro moved closer to his sister, his energy crackling with nervous speed. "Should I get Wanda away for a bit when they land?" he asked, his accent thickening with concern. "She doesn't look-"

"No," Petra interrupted, her enhanced senses picking up the subtle vibrations of approaching footsteps beyond the hangar - more visitors coming. "Something tells me we're all going to need to be here for whatever comes next." Her stingers fully extended now, a physical manifestation of her mounting anxiety. The white lenses of her mask adjusted automatically to the changing light as the quinjet's shadow fell over them.

The landing gear engaged with a hydraulic hiss that made her wince behind her mask. Every sound, every movement, every scent was amplified by her growing unease. She could even taste the metallic tang of tension in the air, her predatory senses screaming that something was very wrong.