A/N: This is my collection of stories concerning the Maximoff twins before, during and after Age of Ultron. Each chapter varies whether it is about the twins or just one of them.

A-Avenger

It was Wanda's first year as an official member of the Avengers. Today she'll be training with Natasha which is no powers. It means pain, bruises and getting her ass handed to her. She was never much the one to blow a punch. She always had someone to protect her.

She prepared for training. She wore a track suit and sported a rubber shoes wirh a tinge of scarlet red. When she got to the training room, she did not expect to see the man in front of her.

She quickly ran upto him and wrapped her arms around the man.

"Mr. Barton! I haven't seen you in a long time. I've missed you so much."

Clint chuckled at her.

"Do you have to be so formal? Clint would of suffice. And I've missed you too dear Wanda."

"Please tell me you'll stay for a little while?"

Wanda pulled off of him, eyes pleading him to stay.

"Yeah. I was asked to consult and evaluate new members of the team. I heard you've been very cooperative."

"I try my best to be. Althought it's very hard to keep my powers in check, I try to manipulate them. My powers keep getting stronger every day. I do not know to what extent. I'm very afraid of myself because I might loose control and kill everyone in here."

"Shh we'll help you understand your powers. We'll teach you how to control them. These powers usually come with extreme emotions. I'll teach you how to control your rage though Banner would have been a better teacher, unfortunately he isn't here."

"I think he hates me."

"He doesn't."

Clint tried to teach her how to control her emotions, how to project them so as not to do any damage to those around her.

They finished training and decided to take a walk around the facility. She toured him around. Clint, of course already knows the place because Natasha toured him last night but he will not tell her. This is the most she talked since he last saw her. He noticed she became uneasy by the time they have reached the track field.

"I still wish Pietro was here. I always will. He deserved better. He deserved to be an Avenger." Wanda said eyes lingering on the agents running around the field.

"You know," she looked at Clint as he started to speak, "your brother died an Avenger. Being an Avenger does not require a fancy code name or an id to prove it. Being an Avenger means having the courage to stand and fight from evil. That's exactly what he did."

A/N: Comments would be grately appreciated! I also am not abandoning my other story, I just have a writer's block for that one.