Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

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While I ushered civilians off the train, Steve made beeline for the twins. After helping an elderly couple step down, I followed.

Wanda stood over Pietro, who was bent over, chest heaving with exhaustion. His head turned up at Steve and me, a lazy smirk on his face. "I just need a minute—"

"I'm very tempted not to give you one," cut in Steve.

"The cradle," said Wanda instantly, "Did you get it?"

"Stark will take care of it," assured Steve.

Wanda gave us an astonished look. "No, he won't."

"You don't know what you're talking about," dismissed Steve. "Stark's not crazy."

"He will do anything to make things right," insisted Wanda.

Steve and I glanced at each other. I gave a short nod. I agreed with her statement. Steve held a finger to his ear and stepped away from us, attempting to see if anyone was on comms.

The silence having proven her point, Wanda continued, "Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?"

Steve turned around quickly, demanding a harsh, "Whose side are you on?"

Silence ensued from the twins once more.

I looked at Steve, who started to walk away, thinking their silence meant they didn't want to be bothered with us.

I grabbed his wrist, keeping him beside me. I couldn't leave without offering them a chance.

"You two just proved to me that you're capable of doing good deeds," I said, gesturing to the train behind me, "Is that an act, or do you want to be doing that for the rest of your lives?"

Pietro and Wanda looked at each other, whispering amongst themselves.

I tried not to listen in, which wasn't hard, considering I was more focused on the way Steve's hand broke from my grip and laced our fingers together instead.

The pair turned back to us. "We'll come with you," said Wanda flatly.

Steve was unconvinced. "Why did you two join Ultron?"

"To kill Stark," answered Wanda honestly.

"And the rest of you," Pietro added thoughtfully.

I raised my eyebrows, mildly concerned with how easily they had admitted that. "Why do you want to kill Tony?" I asked.

"He dropped a bomb on our home. We survived. Our parents did not," explained Pietro.

"Yeah, nobody liked Tony when he was doing the whole bomb thing," I hummed understandingly. "Do you still want to kill him?"

The twins shared a look, mentally agreeing to stay silent. They didn't have to admit it for me to understand that they were driven by revenge. They were understandably emotional.

I sighed. "I suppose we all feel that way a little bit. Do not engage on those feelings. Or any feeling to kill any Avenger."

Wanda and Pietro glanced at each other once more before nodding, confirming their loyalties.

"Great," I grinned. We headed towards the coordinates Barton had sent. Before leaving, he had dropped off a pod to ensure Steve and my transport back to the Tower. It sat in a cleared-out space in the nearby forest. The entrance stood about ten feet from the ground, no ladder in sight.

"Now, to enter the pod, I need you to say something for me," I said, smiling brightly at Pietro.

Wanda looked at me suspiciously, her hands raising slightly to defend her brother, if needed.