Wanda Maximoff was suspicious. The rest of the Brotherhood was up to something, she just knew it.
Lance kept on looking at her, then when she would finally acknowledge that he was and look back at him; he would grin and look away.
Todd kept on looking at her guiltily.
Fred seemed to eat more than usual and tried to avoid her.
Pietro avoided her altogether.
However, she decided to play dumb. She sat on the couch in her Scarlet Witch uniform and was pretending to read a book. Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind.
"Hey Wanda, watcha reading?" Pietro asked, taking the book away from her.
"Give that back!" She said angrily.
Pietro ignored her and threw the book on the floor. "So, I was wondering if I could talk to you in private outside."
"About what?" She asked angrily. "I swear, if this is a joke Pietro, you're going to regret it."
Pietro grinned. "No joke, just come outside and I'll tell you."
Wanda glared at him but followed anyways. Once they were outside Wanda started talking immediately.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I was just wondering if we could have a little bit of brother/sister time, ya know, hang out together, just the two of us, like when we were kids."
"Why?" she asked.
"Why not? Most siblings hang out with each other at least once in a while."
"Because, we're not like most siblings." Wanda said.
She had recently gotten her memories back, but had decided to not kill her brother. That didn't mean she didn't hate him though. Well, maybe not hate, just strongly dislike him.
"Please?" He asked. "We'll go anywhere you want to go."
She hesitated a while, then answered. "There is one place where I've always wanted to go…"
"Just say the word, and bam! We're there." Said Pietro.
"You'll think I'm stupid."
"No I won't."
"Fine, but no weird faces. Can we go to the…beach?" She asked. She winced a bit at the blank stare that he gave her.
"The beach, huh?"
Before she could even register what was happening, he had picked her up and brought her to one of the beaches in New York City.
"So, what do you want to do here?" he asked quickly, smiling.
"I've always wanted to go on a rowboat," she said dreamily.
She mentally kicked herself as she saw Pietro smirk, but nevertheless still run, then run back at only about one hundred miles per hour dragging a large rowboat with him.
"So, you wanna get going or not?" he asked quickly.
She nodded and they dragged it to the side of the beach, and then put it into the water.
They jumped into the boat and Pietro started rowing.
"Well, this is nice." He said, trying to break the silence and his boredom.
"Yeah," said Wanda, staring out at the shore.
"So, you wanna head back?" he asked, trying not to get fidgety with his impatientness.
"Not yet," said Wanda.
Pietro mumbled something under his breath that Wanda didn't catch.
They sat in the sea for a couple of minutes, Wanda staring out into the sea dreamily and Pietro tapping his fingers on the bench that he was sitting on.
All of a sudden, something strange happened. The boat started getting pushed into the middle of the ocean by the strange, strong current.
"Um, Pietro, is that supposed to happen?" she asked Pietro, who didn't even notice what was happening.
"Hm?" he asked, not quite listening.
"Why is the boat heading towards the middle of the ocean?" she asked.
"Oh my gosh!" he said, just noticing what was happening.
He started rowing back towards the land at super speed, beating the current.
"Don't worry Wanda," he said super quickly, trying to be a hero. Suddenly, the oars were knocked out of his hands and into the water.
Stupid sweaty hands!
Wanda looked at him incredulously. "How could you just drop them like that!" She screamed.
"Wanda, I'm sorry!" Pietro said, instantly putting his hands in front of his face.
Wanda considered throwing him into the water, but that wasn't going to help any.
"Just run around and see which way is land, then come back and carry me back to the beach." Said Wanda.
"Alright," said Pietro. He couldn't argue with that logic. He stood up in between the two benches in the boat and got ready to bolt and didn't notice that his leg was entangled in the random ropes that happened to be in the boat and ended up tripping.
He looked at Wanda sheepishly as he began to try and untangle the thick ropes that were binding his legs together.
Every second they were being pulled farther and farther into the sea.
Wanda started panicking. She didn't want to get swept out into the sea! She jumped into the water, planning on swimming in the direction where they had come from and immediately regretted it.
It was about fifty degrees outside, which made the water even colder. She felt the water currents pushing her away from the boat.
She was going to die.
Suddenly she felt her brother's arms around her pulling her onto the boat again.
She spit out the water that she had gotten in her mouth and looked up at Pietro, who was looking at her with mild concern.
"Are-you-okay?" he asked.
"I'll live," she said. "What took you so long?"
"As you know, I was kind of busy getting these stupid ropes off my feet." Pietro said, frowning.
Wanda didn't say anything else. She was too busy concentrating on the fact that she was freezing.
Pietro handed her her long coat that she always wore with her Scarlet Witch outfit.
"Betcha you're glad I grabbed it before you jumped in the water, huh?" he asked bitterly.
She was confused why he was talking like that. She was just as cold as him!
She put the coat on anyways and instantly felt much warmer. She felt her joy diminish a bit however when she saw her brother still shivering even worse than she had been before. He had no body fat on him, and his Quicksilver suit wasn't good for keeping warm with, especially when it was soaked with sea water.
She secretly wished that he would come and snuggle with her so he would stop being so miserable, but she also didn't want to hurt his pride.
She decided to ask him a different question. "So, did you find out which way land is yet?"
"What? Oh, no, I haven't gotten to do that yet."
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Silence.
"Is something wrong, Pietro?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, I asked you to go and do something for me, and you just ignored me."
"Nothing's wrong, Wanda!"
"I guess you're just too scared," she said. That always worked.
"What? No I'm not." He said. "Why would I be too scared to just jog around and look for the beach?"
"I don't know, you tell me." Wanda said, raising her eyebrows at her twin.
More silence.
"Pietro, are you hurt?" she asked.
"What makes you think that?"
She looked at him and saw him keep on looking down at his right leg, look up and scowl.
"Oh, nothing." She scooted to the bench where he was sitting. He stiffened visibly.
"Let me see it," she ordered.
"See what?"
"You know what I'm talking about," she said, pointing at his right leg.
"Oh, it's totally fine," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.
"It wasn't a question, Pietro."
He reluctantly obeyed and took the boot off. His foot and ankle was swollen badly.
Pietro cursed under his breath as Wanda sighed and held it carefully. She asked him if he could walk on it.
"Yeah," he said, and stood up and put his weight on both legs and sat back down, cursing out loud this time.
"Just give me a moment," he said, sounding out of breath.
Wanda sighed again as Pietro tried to get used to the pain.
"You don't have to do the tough guy act around me," said Wanda. "Father's not around right now and neither are your stupid friends."
She pronounced the word father as if it hurt.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said slowly.
Pietro speaking slowly meant one of the following: He was trying to talk to Wanda nicely, he was in severe pain, or, he was trying to slow down in order for a person to understand him.
She was guessing it was the severe pain one. Even though she had been locked in a mental asylum for almost half her life, she still knew all of her brother's personalities. At least she thought she did. Who knew what went on in Pietro's head?
Pietro finally looked up at her and frowned. "Can I put the boot back on now?"
"No," said Wanda.
Pietro groaned. "It's just a mild sprain-"
"Then why can't you put any weight on it?"
"Yes I can, see?"
Pietro then put on a show of standing up, taking one step with his good leg up in the air therefore putting all of his weight on his right leg, and falling to the floor of the boat and holding his ankle to his body and gritting hit teeth.
"Yep, that's what I thought." Wanda said, grinning. "For once, someone else is right, Pietro."
Pietro frowned. "So now how are we going to get home?" he asked. He stood up, making sure to keep all of his weight on his left leg, and looked around.
No land in sight.
"I guess we'll just have to wait for someone to come save us," said Wanda.
"Crap," said Pietro, frowning.
He hated being the damsel in distress. He was trapped in a tiny rowboat in the middle of the ocean, and nobody knew where they were. They weren't going to get saved, they were going to die!
He shivered some more, but more from the thought of being killed off by sharks or hunger or thirst or dehydration, the list goes on forever.
He sunk down to the bottom of the boat and sat against the side of it, his bad leg sprawled out in front of him. The stupid thing hurt whenever he moved it.
He stiffened when he felt Wanda sit beside him and snuggle up against him. What was she doing?
Wanda sighed mentally as she felt her speedy brother stiffen up again as she snuggled up with him. She had heard on the news earlier that it was going to get to as low at thirty-five degrees Fahrenheit, so she was going to cuddle up right now and go to sleep so that she wouldn't have to endure the cold.
Before she went to sleep, she decided to ask Quicksilver a quick question.
"Pietro?" she asked the silver haired boy who was still stiff.
"Yes," he answered.
"How did you get hurt, anyway?"
"I…I saw you drowning and forgot about the ropes and my ankle hit the bench, but I didn't notice I was hurt until I was back on the boat." He anwered hesitantly.
Wanda smiled. "Thank you."
Pietro relaxed a bit. "You're welcome."
So, the two Maximoff siblings are stuff in the middle of the sea and nobody knows where they are. Will they be saved? Will they go insane? Will this author stop asking herself questions that she already knows the answers to? Review and find out!