Laura wasn't entirely fond of the idea of taking in the Twins, but soon found the two weren't as bad as she had expected.
In all honesty, the two had grown upon the Bartons.
The Maximoffs were also surprisingly good about not using their powers when it wasn't needed, especially around the children.
"I drew you a picture." Lila said, holding a piece of paper in her hands in front of Wanda. "It's a flower. Just like the ones outside." The little girl said with a smile.
"Thank you," Wanda smiled at her. "It looks great. You're a little artist."
Lila's smile brightened at the comment.
"Hey kiddo," The little girl giggled upon being lifted up by her father.
"Tired?" Clint asked, seeing Lila rest her head on his shoulder. It was already fifteen minutes past her bed time, she was due for some sleep.
As her eyes began to fall shut, Clint decided to carry her to her room. He nodded at Wanda, "see you in the morning." He made sure to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to wake the child.
Later that night, the Barton family was deep within sleep, while the Twins sat in the living room.
Wanda looked deep within her thoughts.
"What is wrong, sister?" Pietro asked, seeing the familiar expression upon Wanda's face.
"I sense something." She muttered, unable to pick up exactly what she was feeling. "A presence of some sort."