Wanda Maximoff was many things: a twin, a sister, a girl with many undiscovered powers at her fingertips.
But never call her an Avenger. They are to blame for her brother's death in their home of Sokovia.
Having refused to stay in Avenger care, Wand...
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"This hunk of junk needs to move," Pietro drawled beside Wanda in the backseat of the taxi. "Seriously."
"I can't go barreling into the facility, it's what they'll expect. I need to be smart about this."
The driver said nothing; Wanda had bewitched him prior to giving her destination.
The sun began to set over New York. Though Wanda wasn't actively using Helena's "scent" to track her, she knew where the girl was. Her mind went to all the bad possibilities. They could be hurting her. They could be using her as leverage...
"Why didn't you see that sooner?" Pietro mocked his sister, as if reading her thoughts. "Of course Helena is leverage! They're using her as bait. Wow." He wrinkled his nose. "I didn't believe they were capable of stooping so low."
"I didn't want to believe it, either, but yet, here we are." Wanda entertained herself with red wisps slithering around her fingers.
"What is the plan?"
"Even if I tell you, you can't be of use. You're...you're dead."
"I don't like to be reminded of that, thank you." Pietro crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's true, though." Wanda paused for a beat. "There are a lot of ways to do this. I won't get anywhere by knocking down their front door, though it is an option. We won't stop at the facility entrance; I'll have the car parked away so as to not raise suspicion."
"What about once you're inside?"
"I get Helena. Any who stand in my way...they'll wish they hadn't." Wanda's irises flashed red "They may seek to avenge Vision, because at this point they have to know it was me. They might throw everything at me. If they were smart, they'd let me take Helena. It'd buy them more time to live."
"That's all you want to go there for? Nothing else?" he pressed.
"I don't think it's simple to walk out with a corpse, Pietro. Even if I could get away with it, what would I do with you?"
"Give me a funeral, keep me around for company." He shrugged.
Wanda scowled. "Not funny."
"You didn't let me explain that last part."
"What do you mean?"
Pietro frowned, as he tried to press the button to lower his window. "Helena is capable of murder, all with a simple touch. Perhaps...perhaps she may be able to reverse that effect."
Wanda swallowed. This was the second time using Helena as a tool to resurrect Pietro had entered her mind in her brother's form. "That's asking the impossible, Pietro. I only know what she has given me. I don't believe resurrection is an ability of hers."
