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Chapter Two cont.

The twins were sitting in the cafeteria, silently munching on their food. After Wanda's practice, Doctor List had told them that they were to report to the training center once their lunch break was over. So the two remained in their cells, not knowing exactly what to do, and then went to go eat. Neither had really spoken to one another since the separate training times, but then again they didn't know what to talk about other than training.

Pietro took another mouthful of his double cheeseburger.

"You need to stop biting your lips so much."

Wanda looked up from her salad bowl. "What?"

He pointed at her with a greasy finger. "Your lips. They're all red and plump."

Wanda's face narrowed, her hand rising to rub her lips. They had kissed no more than three hours earlier, and her lips were still a bit chubby. She nearly smiled as she reminisced about that when she suddenly felt Pietro peering at her.

"Oh. Yes, I know. Bad habit," she shrugged.

Pietro seemed like he wanted to say something more about the matter, but he didn't and instead followed up with, "So how has it been going with you and tin man?"

Wanda lightly crunched on her lettuce, ignoring the poke. "Good. What about you?"

"Well, other than him being a complete dick -"

She dropped her fork and turned serious. "Pietro."

He halfway raised his arms in surrender, a smirk forming on his lips. "I was just going to say that he is actually been helpful. He needs to seriously lighten his attitude, but other than that, tin man is a very good combat teacher."

"Well, we are getting taught by the best," Wanda murmured.

Pietro resumed to eating his burger. In between bites, he said, "I wonder how he got that metal arm."

Wanda found herself asking the same thing. It was hard to see through his layers of clothing, but it seemed that the Winter Soldier's left metal arm stretched from at least his shoulder blade all the way to his fingers.

"Me too," she responded.

"Do you think he can take it off? Be kind of tough to sleep with that thing?"

Wanda shrugged, though her curiosity was growing. "I don't know. I don't think he can."

Pietro hummed, took another huge chunk of his burger, and not caring that his mouth was full, joked, "Well, at least with that metal arm he can jack off even more faster."

Wanda choked on her water. "Pietro!" she exclaimed.

He swallowed and started cleaning his hands with napkins. "What? I am just saying. Poor guy looks like he hasn't had a decent lay in years."

Wanda covered her ears, her cheeks deepening a shade of pink as she giggled. "Oh, Pietro, stop!" If only her dear brother knew what had transpired earlier that morning.

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The twins had been standing there for a few minutes. Strucker and Doctor List were conversing quietly behind them, providing some source of sound as the large room was uncomfortably quiet. Doctor List's voice grew more irritable by each passing second, but he ceased talking once the double doors opened and two men walked in.

They were both tall, but one was much older than the other. The elderly man, appearing to be in his 70s, had a rather wrinkly face with blue eyes and light red hair. Wanda assumed he must have been quite attractive in his heyday. The younger, much more muscular man had dark hair and a tanned complexion.