"Their abilities?" Steve asked as they made their way towards the elevator.
"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation. The younger ones has a small do...
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Nadia sat alone in her room, watching the screen before her. A video played on it, showing her and both her siblings at a protest.
Nadia had asked Steve to give her all the stuff S.H.I.E.L.D. had on the Maximoff children. Steve had done so, letting Nadia watch old videos of her and her siblings.
Nadia pulled up another one, a video of her and Pietro in the battle of Sokovia. Pietro was checking up on her to make sure she was okay. Tears stung Nadia's eyes as she turned the screen off. She held her face in her hands as she began to cry.
This was a normal thing that happened with her, she missed her brother dearly, and it was a very sensitive subject for the sixteen-year-old. It drove her crazy, the fact that Wanda never talked about Pietro.
Tears continued to come until she heard a knock at her door. Nadia looked up, wiping a tear away as she noticed Steve standing there. "Don't," Nadia told him, turning away as she wiped the last of her tears away.
"I'm not," Steve told her, coming over and sitting in her bed. "You are, you're giving me that pity face. Put it away." Steve chuckled softly as he rubbed Nadia's back. "I really miss him. It's been two years, but I still do." She sighed, sniffling.
Steve nods. "I know. And you have every right to." He was cut off by hearing a muffle TV. Nadia got up and followed Steve to Wanda's room, who was staring at the news.
"What does an enchanted individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeria? Many people believe it was the fault of her sister Nadia, who should have stopped her-"
Steve sighed and turned it off. "It's my fault," Wanda told him, staring at the blank screen. "That's not true," Steve replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Turn the TV back on, they're being very specific. And the fact they think is Nadia's-" Wanda sighed, looking over at the two of them. "I should have clicked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it," Steve told both of them, walking in the room.
Nadia sat next to her sister, leaning her head on her shoulder. Wanda sighed, rubbing Nadia's arm. "Rumlow has his knife up to Nadia's throat, then says Bucky. And suddenly I'm a sixteen-year-old kid from Brooklyn." Steve continues sitting down.
"And people died. It's on me."
"It's on all of us," Nadia told him, looking towards the ground. "This job... we try to save as many people as we can. And sometimes that doesn't mean everyone." Steve looked at the two sisters.
"And if you can't find a way to live with that, then maybe next time no one gets saved."
Nadia sighed, taking her head off Wanda's shoulder. Vision suddenly walks through the walls. "Vis! We talked about this." Wanda told him.
"I know but the door was open, and I just thought..." Vision sighed, giving up. Nadia glanced at his outfit, which was dressed up.
Wanda and Vision had bonded a lot over the past two years, and Nadia could tell they liked one another. But Wanda denies it of course.
