VENGEANCE | MAXIMOFF TWINS

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VENGEANCE
( CHAPTER FIVE )

Once the riot had finished, after hours of throwing and other acts of violence, the city center was a mess. There were various fruits and other foods that had exploded all over the place, and windows were broken in the city hall. I still hadn't seen any of the city officials exit the building, and began to figure that they had probably left through some secret exit in the back. That was probably a really smart idea, I came to realize, as it wouldn't be safe to show yourself to dangerous protesters.

The three of us walked back to the little cottage we called home, all holding hands. Pietro was excitedly talking about the riot and how fun it was, and how much he wanted to do it again, or even get started on more than just screaming in the streets. He wanted to take action against the Avengers.

Wanda was more nervous, as three teenagers taking part in acts of terrorism could be something dangerous. No, scratch that, it was dangerous. She just wanted us to leave a life of comfort and safety, as our childhoods had been filled with drama. We'd spent many a time not knowing if we'd even survive through the night. 

But I was a different story. I wasn't sure how to feel. While I wanted to get justice for my parents, was violence really the answer? I desperately hoped for other answers, other ways to find justice. Fortunately, I would never find those answers.

Once we returned to the cabin, I flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Wanda released a little giggle at me, wrinkling up her nose. "We were sleeping just a few hours ago. Are you still sleepy?" she asked, cocking her head with a smile.

"Maybe." My eyes were closed, but I peeked one open at her with a sleepy grin. I wanted to be welcomed by sleep. When I was asleep, I was able to forget that I was an orphan and that the only people I had now were twins who wanted to kill a group of superheroes for vengeance. When I was asleep, I was back with my parents, safe and happy again. Everything was okay in the dreamland.

Luckily for me, though, sleep wouldn't be the only thing that would help me.

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I was seventeen. We still participated in the riots, becoming the loudest members in almost no time. I had mostly given up on my desire to find some other way to get justice, and followed in Pietro's footsteps. I wanted revenge. There was nothing more I could possibly want. Revenge was the only answer. Wanda, on the other hand, was still very hesitant about it all. She wasn't a very violent person in general, so this was hard for her to get through, but she was doing her best.

This riot, however, seemed different. I wasn't sure exactly what was different about it, but I was soon to find out. 

I rolled over in bed when Pietro tried to get me up. He was excited about something, I could tell. "Get up!" he complained, pulling at the bedsheets. I peeked an eye open at him, then raised a finger that was definitely not the index. "Oh, ha, ha, very funny." He rolled his eyes at me.

Wanda giggled lightly, wrinkling up her nose. "Let her sleep, just this once, Piet. C'mon, we'll go alone. Just the two of us." I let out a little whimper of protest at that. I hated being alone. Besides, the three of us were practically inseparable.

"No! Nas is coming with us." He shook his head quickly, eyes widening. "I want her there." A little blush dusted his cheeks, which instantly caused Wanda to gasp.

"You like her, don't you?"

"I do not!"

"You do too! You're blushing, dummy!"

"Shut up!"

I sat up in bed, giggling at their quarreling. They always fought over small things, but this argument was different. First Wanda liked me, and now Pietro? Oh, goodness. I sucked in a quiet breath, wringing my hands softly as I looked at my lap. I didn't know what to do now. No two people had ever had a crush on me, let alone even one person. 

"Just get dressed, you loon," Pietro told me, tossing a random dress from the floor at me. I caught it, inspecting it. It was Wanda's dress, her favorite black one. Almost instantly my eyes flicked up to meet hers, and she gave a nod of approval. She was letting me wear her favorite dress. I smiled, and stood up to change, shoving the twins out of the room and ignoring their protests.

The dress felt smooth on my skin. I didn't know what fabric it was made of, but whatever it was, it was really nice. It had little sparkles sewn into the clothes that shimmered when the fabric shifted, and it made me feel like a princess. 

And it fit me perfectly, to my surprise. It wasn't tight anywhere and it showed off all the right parts. I sucked in a deep breath, looking at the twins, who were now fully dressed as well. "Okay, are we leaving now?"

"Indeed we are." Pietro grinned, offering his arms to us in a dramatic, chivalrous fashion. We both giggled and took his arms, looping ours through his, and we set off toward the city center.