Chris groaned as she felt herself regaining consciousness. She opened her eyes and winced at the bright light. She pushed herself up and looked around. She was in a small-ish room, which held not much. A couple of chairs and a table on the other side of the room. A figure appeared in the doorway, and Chris scrambled to her feet, remembering the dream.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse. The person stepped closer. It was a girl, with brownish-red hair and dark eyes.

"You are awake," she said. Chris nodded.

"Uh huh. Who are you?" The girl walked closer, and Chris stepped back a bit. She stopped.

"I'm Wanda," the girl said, extending a hand. Chris looked at it hesitantly but shook it. She looked around.

"Where are we?" Wanda opened her mouth to respond but was cut off.

"Wanda!" A silver-haired maniac ran into the room, and Chris' eyes widened.

"You!" He grinned.

"Hey."

"I told you if I ever saw you again I'd-" Wanda placed a hand on her chest to stop her from going after Pietro.

"Just hear us out," she said. "This is my brother, Pietro." Her glare didn't soften.

"You could've gotten my brother killed. I told you not to get in my way again."

"And we won't. You don't know anything about us. We have reasons for doing what we do." Chris lifted an eyebrow. "Our parents. They are dead. Because of the Avengers."

"More specifically," Pietro said, making Chris look at him, "your father." Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," she said. "He wouldn't do that." Wanda shook her head.

"You don't know that," she said. "We were there. We saw it." She sighed and started to reach towards Chris' face, but she paused. "Just let me show you." The brunette narrowed her eyes hesitantly, but she nodded, and Wanda placed her hands on the sides of Chris' head. Their eyes both glowed red as Wanda showed her what had truly happened to her and Pietro's parents, and a single tear slipped down Chris' cheek.

Wanda removed her hands from Chris' face, and their eyes went back to normal as the younger girl looked between the twins.

"I'm so...so sorry," she whispered.

Chris' POV

I walked behind Pietro and Wanda a few days later as we wandered the city, looking at different market stands. Wanda picked up a few fruits, looking them over as me and Petro simply waited behind her.

"So," Pietro said quietly, "I may or may not have found a bottle of Scotch the other day. Wanna test our luck?" I looked up at him, an eyebrow quirked.

"'Found?'" I asked. He chuckled lowly.

"Fine. I stole it." He grinned. "What do you say?" I sighed.

"I say neither of us can get drunk so I don't see the point?" He nodded.

"Exactly. Let's test our limits. Make a night of it." I chuckled.

"Sure. Why not." Wanda walked back over, her eyes narrowed but a smile dancing on her lips.

"What are you two talking about?" she asked. Pietro and I looked between each other, and he shrugged.

"How much we miss getting drunk." I almost snorted, and Wanda laughed.

⇔

Later that night, I made my way to the roof of the building the three of us had been hiding out in and perched on the edge, my knees tucked to my chest. I stare out over the city, smiling softly. I don't know what it is about cityscapes. They've always seemed to calm me down. Back in Amsterdam, I would wait until lights out and go up to the roof to look at the stars. In New York, I would sit in front of my window and work on designs as I looked over the city. Even here, where the city isn't extravagant or huge, it's still beautiful.

"Careful," I heard. I looked over my shoulder to see Pietro walking up behind me. He sat down next to me and swung his legs over the edge. "Wouldn't want to lose you now. You know, I actually kind of like you." I arched an eyebrow and smirked.

"Oh, really?" He nodded. "Wow. I'm honored."

"You should be," he said, grinning. "I usually hate everyone." I snorted.

"Damn liar." He shrugged.

"Yeah. Well, I also don't think Wanda would ever forgive me if you died. She really likes you, you know?" I looked up at him. "We both do." I smiled softly, and it was silent for a bit as we looked over the city.

"Thank you," Pietro said suddenly. I looked back at him. "For staying here. With us. We weren't sure you would." I smiled sadly.

"Yeah, well," I said, "I'm not sure I could ever go back now. I'd never be able to look at him the same again." I didn't have to specify who the 'him' was. He knew.

Tony's POV

I sighed as I continued to look over the schematics of Loki's scepter.

"What did we miss?" I muttered.

"I'll continue to run variations on the interface," Jarvis said. "But you should probably prepare for your guests." I groaned and nodded.

"What about..." I swallowed thickly, shoving tears down for the millionth time. "What about Chris? Are we anywhere? Any leads?" It was silent for a second before Jarvis responded, almost quietly.

"Nothing, sir." I squeezed my eyes shut. "I'll notify you if there are any developments." I nodded, gritting my teeth.

"Thanks, buddy," I said, heading for the door.

"Do try to enjoy yourself, sir." I sighed.

"I always do."