"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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Steve and Sam left for London that night. Nadia sat watching the news report, tired of the blame going all on Wanda.
"Some tend to want to blame Nadia Maximoff, who was held at threat by Rumlow. They tend to say she was the main motive for her sister's destruction."
Nadia sighed and turns the TV off. "Tough day?" A familiar voice asked Nadia whipped around to see Pietro standing there.
An odd thing was, Pietro was still dead. Or his body was. With the power of her illusions, Nadia could wave her hand and Pietro would appear. Sometimes it happened without her even thinking about him.
Pietro's illusion was different. Most Nadia controlled, but not his. Pietro controlled himself, and Nadia was fine with that.
She rubbed her eyes. "You have no idea..." she yawned, exhausted. Nadia flopped into her bed, her hair spread out.
"How have you been feeling?" He asked. He sat down next to her, gazing out the window. "You got a great view."
"You tell me all the time." Nadia scoffed, making a butterfly appear in her hands. She closed it and it vanished.
"Well, you do." Pietro scoffed back. "So what's wrong?" Nadia sighed. She told him about Lagos and the news, and the Sokovia Accords. She told him about Steve and how she didn't know what to do.
It happened like this a lot, Pietro would sit there as Nadia told him everything. It was like she was talking to a ghost, because every time he came back, he still had his memories.
"Seems like you have a lot in your plate." Nadia scoffed. "No kidding." Pietro chuckled, rubbing her hair. "I'd say stick with what you think is right."
"But what if you don't know what's right?" She asked, looking up at her brother. "You do." He smiled, before slowly fading away.
Nadia watched as her brother disappeared, her eyes stung as she reached for the nearest tissue. "Nadia?" A voice called her.
Wanda appeared at her doorway. She held the compound phone in her hand. "It's the Principal."
Nadia got up, thanking her sister. "Hello?"
"Nadia? Hello, this is Principal Tokya. You plan on enrolling correct?" Principal Morita asked. "Yes, sir,"
Nadia has been looking for a high school nearby, all she wanted was to go to a normal school, and be a normal teenager. Even if it was just for a few hours. And she had a robot friend who was connected to the internet and a working scientist. So homework? Done.
