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This Weekend is a Jewish Holiday so my activity online may be a bit all over the place. I may stick to shorter replies for right now.

But I do plan to try and create a real relationship page and was wondering if I can add anyone?

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Wanda hadn’t been particularly in the greatest of moods recently, it wasn’t anything that set her off or made her mad at anyone it was just the raging current that would often build up inside of her getting a little too much and hard to control. It made her heart beat a hundred times faster than it usually did and was not a nice feeling to have when the team had ever so kindly arranged a dinner in which they could have fun and chat for once, instead of trying to defeat some 9 foot tall robot.

As she could feel herself calming down a little with the night passing on, every little second became precious time; she noticed her silver haired twin leave the dining room table. Not wanting to question it she just shrugged it off and dug back into the cream pie they were all indulging in which could have been the key to her new found happiness, but; a sudden scream came from the kitchen stopped the giggles and the jokes and Wanda sprinted forward, almost as quick as her brother herself as a very loud and very high pitched “Pietro….” escaped her lips.

Her heartbeat now at a rise again, she looked down to the tiled floor and at Pi himself, a gigantic smile of his face to show just how proud he was of the little trick he played on her, as she looked down at the ketchup and he still clenched his stomach. All Wanda could do was walk away…a fit of rage following her every movement as she pushed passed the other’s, as far away from Pietro as she could.

She was more than angry that was for sure.

   That look on her face gave him a clear picture that his little prank was stupid. She looked more pissed then the time he accidentally torn one of her favorite red scarves back in Sokovia. Pietro was on his feet in seconds, snatching a dish towel before racing after his sister, out of the dining room and to the hallway that she had stormed into. He was glad to have superspeed right now because when Wanda was mad, she tended to storm off as fast as a cheetah tended to run.

                                “Wanda, wait! Hey, wait!”

   With a quick burst of speed he was in front of her, still grinning like an idiot. The ketchup had been wiped from his hands and most of it off his shirt, though there was a large red stain where the glob had been moments ago. He tossed the dirty towel aside as if he was trying to get her to forget that he had even pulled the stupid prank in the first place.

                           “Why are you mad? What’s wrong?”

It had been a very long time since Wanda was able to celebrate her birthday properly with people she cared about. She was either being experimented on or recovering from her parent’s death….there was just always something that got in the way of her actually soaking in the fact that she was growing up as a person and the amazing fact that along with her, her brother was growing up too.

She had got him a nice photo frame and some hair clips. Something sentimental and funny for her brother to enjoy. The picture frame had the obvious picture in it of course, the two of them holding Tony’s Iron Man helmet after stealing it ever so secretly with the cheesiest grins on their faces; the frame of the picture reading ‘Who’s the best sibling ever?…Oh yeah, me.’ it was enough to make Wanda’s heart melt when she got it in the shop anyway. And the hair clips, they were just for fun. The scarlet witch had always joked about styling her brothers hair as best she could and now that joke could become a reality…and god how she intended to do wonderful things to those luscious locks of his.

Now it was on to what Pietro got her…he was always a joker, playing tricks whenever he could on his little sister and doing whatever he could to annoy the hell out of her. She half expected when she opened the box that he had ever so carefully wrapped for a jumping jack to spring out and scare her half to death, but what she was given, was a nice surprise.

A necklace, with a beautiful silver chain and scarlet colored gem in the center was what she got, and she couldn’t stop beaming as she looked at it. Without wasting any more time she clipped it on, her hands shaking from the pure excitement as she had never seen something so beautiful in her whole life. She couldn’t be more grateful. But it was wonky, only slightly as she continuously tried to adjust it before giving up and gesturing for her own brother to help, her little puppy dog eyes giving him that extra push.

“Thank you…” she exclaimed as his delicate fingers un-clipped and re-clipped the necklace perfectly so the gem would rest just above her chest.

This was possibly the first birthday the two of them had had in their entire lives where they had been able to afford to get each other presents, and he wasn’t going to skimp. He’d agonized over what to get her for weeks, when he’d walked idly down the streets of New York and glimpsed the necklace through the window. He’d bought it the next second and then set about planning how to keep the secret of her gift from her until it was the time to reveal it.

The picture had been a surprise, and one that had nearly brought tears to his eyes. He’d spent so many years with the only memento he bothered to keep with him was a battered picture of their family, that this--was like a breath of fresh hair. He’d run his fingers carefully across the glass, remembering the image like it’d been yesterday, and let out a chuckle as he caught sight of the hair clips.

“You are going to want to use this, yes?” Shifting his attention to his sister, he felt his grin turn brilliant as she opened her present and caught sight of the necklace he’d bought. It didn’t take much encouragement for him to cross behind her and help clasp it around her necklace, catching the sight the two of them made in the mirror he had to pause as an image captured his breath. If his hair were still the shade of darkness he’d been born with, and she had less red in her gaze, he could almost believe they perfectly resembled their parents.

Wanda couldn’t quite believe what she was looking at…her brother had been at it again, trying to protect his sister as much as he possibly could but he had sent himself over the edge this time and now she had to patch him up.

Not that she minded, any time she could spend with her twin was time well spent, if it was playing a joke on someone else or just watching TV on a nice night of relaxation, Wanda would be glad to have him by her side. It was just times like this when she worried most about his safety…and what next time might bring if he went even further.

“Keep still Pi…” she exclaimed as the other flinched ever so slightly causing her to start all over again with the bandage “…I know it hurts but you’ve just got to pull through right now” she then added, his eyes filling with water allowing a small sense of empathy to creep into her heart.

Pietro hissed as she poked at the bandage, inadvertently hitting his wound, and reminding him again why he hated getting hurt. The wounds didn’t last long, his metabolism healing him faster than most, but they still hurt to get. This time his pain was mostly for the circumstances in which he’d gotten the wound, and less for the actual cut.

Pietro would die for his sister, had proven it time and time again, but he’d never thought he’d get hurt defending her from an irate little asian woman and her broom. The twins hadn’t been doing much at the market, just cycling through the stalls and tasting the fruits and vegetables they didn’t recognize. Maybe they’d gotten a little overly enthusiatic in the bread section and resorted to throwing rolls at each other in retaliation, but he still didn’t think they deserved to be threatened with a broom to leave the little shop.

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It was hard watching her brother change. For Wanda it wasn’t just the fact that he was recovering from some serious death sentence, as literal as the phrase was, but it was also the fact that he had to make a whole new life for himself and that was hard for Wanda to watch. The two of them had been experiments their whole lives and not once had they not been in danger. Of course, they had those days when they could initially relax, but that would soon be interrupted by HYDRA or some peace seeking machine that intended to kill the entire human race in order to get that piece. It always disintegrated right in front of them and the day that Wanda lost Pietro was the day her heart and his were ripped from their chests….nothing would truly be the same for a long time.

But the scarlet witch powered through, she had to now that her brother was back up and running…literally. They didn’t really have a purpose anymore, the two of them. It was like they were stuck; in some sort of void in which they couldn’t escape from…with only eachother to keep them together. Pietro was off training and Wanda was just draining her emotions with every passing second. It was like a puzzle with a missing piece, every single one had been fitted together again only recently with Pietro’s revival but that one piece was missing and was to never be found, they would never have a purpose as long as the both still lived. And it drove Wanda somewhat crazier than she already was.

Unlike before, Wanda now had more people to talk to about these things. If she needed to talk about her brother she had the whole of the Avengers and co to do so with; but that didn’t make it any less hard to block his abilities into seeing her thoughts and feelings in order to do so, just so she would feel better about the situation. In retrospect, it made her feel selfish. Especially as Stark walked away after giving her ‘an all-important lecture’ in his words and she could feel her twins presence just behind her as she let her blocked feelings out once more and it hit the other like a ton of bricks.

“It will take them time Pietro to actually realise you’ve been through a lot” she exclaimed, her heart heavy with guilt as she finally turned to face the silver haired wonder with a small look of guilt laced with a smile that spread across her face.

“You got shot…multiple times, it will take you a while to recover”

Pietro tried not to be hurt, both by the absence of Wanda from his thoughts, no matter how brief, and the words Stark spoke, but as much as he liked to imagine he had no heart, it was a lie. Pushing past where his sister stood, he walked towards his locker and all but slammed it open as he stripped off his sweat soaked shirt. 

“I am recovered, Wanda. I have no holes left in my body, good as new. That is not what they care about. To them, we are criminals, not Avengers.”