Despite not wishing for the ability, Helena just wanted one peek into Wanda's mind, because she knew something was up with the witch.

Through their night of cuddles, kisses, food, and crap hotel TV, Helena sensed something was off. Like Wanda's mind was elsewhere instead of the present with her. She hoped she didn't cause Wanda to be like this. She hadn't wanted to argue with her over killing Vision yesterday.

Helena remained the only one awake in the bed; Wanda was passed out. Helena ran her fingers through Wanda's brunette locks. Her mind spun. She just wanted to understand what Wanda was feeling, what she was thinking.

Wanda made her forget she was a danger to society. It was insulting for Vision to have said that Wanda was the danger. He must not have known what I could do, then. The Avengers don't have me on their radar. Well, not for her power.

What Wanda had said yesterday was probably right: the Avengers had to be watching them. How else would Vision have known to find them, let alone snatch Helena to "save" her from Wanda?

She was angry at the Avengers for believing that Wanda was a danger to other people. She'd lost her brother. She went through something traumatic. Things like that took serious tolls on peoples' health, physical and mental. Helena could relate to losing people close to her, just...she had been the reason why she had lost said people.

Helena didn't want to believe Wanda was losing her mind, even a little bit.

I should surprise her. I should get breakfast in bed for her. That might cheer her up.

Decision made, Helena rose out of bed, showered quickly, and left—but not before kissing Wanda on the forehead. The witch remained out cold under the sheets.

The air was muggy from the storm last night, which did not feel great to Helena. We should've used her powers to go shopping; I haven't changed clothes since she found me. It was then she realized how homeless she truly sounded. Or maybe poor was a better answer, as she wasn't quite homeless.

She didn't want to proclaim Wanda as her home, but she did feel a sense of safety with the witch by her side. Like she wasn't truly alone anymore in this world.

Helena kept her head on a swivel, looking for any bakery that looked appealing. She had no idea how on earth she was going to snatch breakfast without being a thief about it; she had no money to even pay a penny.

I might just have to pickpocket someone. Wow, I'm slowly turning into a criminal. Does it start at snatching wallets? Helena swallowed. Just when she was accepting her powers were only dangerous if she kept herself in control. Now she had a new worry: stealing.

But it's for survival. It's to live. It's to make her happy. Helena knew Wanda would feel the same...or at least she thought so. Again, being able to read minds would come handy.

When a sign FRESH DONUTS caught Helena's eye, she was sold. She glanced around at the foot traffic, trying to deduce who best to pick from. Women were out, as most didn't carry wallets on them. Purses were harder to nab.

Helena's green eyes settled on a man in a pinstripe suit, cell phone tucked in his ear. She slowly approached, trying to act nonchalant. She looked around and saw a bulge in one of his back pockets. Could be a wallet.

Discreetly, Helena pried the wallet from the man's back pocket. She jumped away just as he started to turn. She pushed herself in the crowd, hoping taller bodies would conceal her. She quickly dug through the leather wallet, finding just enough cash to pay for breakfast.

Helena tucked the man's wallet away and went back for the bakery shop from before. The smell of fresh pastry made her mouth water. The cashier waved to her warmly.

There were so many kinds, Helena wasn't sure what Wanda would like. She didn't know the witch too well to know if she was picky when it came to her pastries.

"You can't go wrong with filled donuts," came a new voice, which startled Helena. She hadn't even heard someone new walk in.

"Got a favorite?" she asked, playing along.

"I'm more of a jelly kind of guy. My advice: do an assorted box if you can't choose. It's a lot of options."

"Yeah, it really is."

"But, you know, and I'm just spit balling here, maybe you should use your own cash when you go to pay for it. I'm all for hitting the big men where it hurts, but that's just a petty way to do it."

Helena froze, tensing. Shit, I've been had. The gears turned in her mind.

"Say it louder, I don't think the cashier heard you," Helena hissed lowly. "You trying to be a Good Samaritan? You gonna turn me in to the NYPD? I'm telling you right now, that's the worst idea you can do."

"You're gonna want to come with me, kid."

Helena now cast a look at the new "customer" in the bakery with her. He looked old enough to be her dad. His blue eyes were stern and demanded attention, his hair cropped short. He was dressed in normal clothing, but she had a distinct feeling that he wasn't ordinary by any means. "I'll scream if you touch me."

"I'm not gonna hurt you; I just need you to come with me."

"Why should I?"

"Cause it concerns a girl with weird powers, and since we know you've been hanging around her, we figured you'd like to be in on the discussion."

We. We meaning...Helena felt the color leave her body. We should have left this morning. We shouldn't have waited. We should've left last night. Damn us for wanting some time together. Damn our cuteness.

"What if I don't want to go with you?" Helena kept her eyes focused on the pastries.

"You won't get far out the door. We got a car, and I've got backup waiting in case you choose to run. This is the nice way, kid. Don't make it hard on yourself, or us."

"How do I know this isn't some trap to get me into a sex trafficking ring or some other weird shit? I'm not being anybody's sex slave or drug mule."

"You're just taking this way too far. Come on."

Unlike her past threat, Helena did not scream when she was escorted out of the bakery. She had half a mind to let her emotions activate her power, but unless she believed she could harness it like she had with her parents, and Rhett—which she currently didn't—it wasn't worth risking nearby lives.

A black car with tinted windows was parked near the curb outside of the bakery. Helena swallowed.

"Do you have her with you?" she asked.

"No."

"So you're kidnapping me. She's not gonna like it when she wakes up to find me missing."

"We'll try and make it quick."

Helena doubted that.

The man opened the car door for her, and reluctantly she climbed inside. He got in alongside her. She cursed mentally. There went her plan of tucking and rolling out into traffic in hopes of getting away.

"Thanks for cooperating," came a voice from up front, the driver. It was female. "It makes it easier on all of us, less of a scene. Besides, it's too early in the morning to stir things up."

"Let me guess, I'm in the presence of the Avengers," said Helena, crossing her legs.

"Two of them. You'll meet the rest when we get to the facility."

Helena chewed the skin off her lower lip. "I told the guy what I'm gonna tell you: she's gonna be pissed when she finds out I'm missing."

"Well, then I guess we're on the clock."