Days off for an Avenger were rare, and usually seen as sacred to the rest of the team. So when Wanda Maximoff heard the rapid fire of knocks on her apartment door, she wasn't exactly what you could call pleased. It had literally been years since her last day off thanks to the love-hate relationship she had currently been having with the world—plus, she had been planning on seeing her sons in less than an hour. The mutant woman had just sat down for a relaxing cup of tea and a showing of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" when the loud noise at her door surprised her, and caused her to spill her tea all over her shirt…her new shirt.

"Wanda!" a familiar voice called out, "Wanda I know this is your day off and—"

"Yes, it is Pietro!" Wanda growled, trying to mop up the tea from the red fabric, "Which is why you shouldn't be here!"

"I'm sorry but it's important. I really need you—"

Those few words could always break her heart. Somehow she and her brother had entwined themselves in a close-knit relationship that had a familial intimacy that probably hadn't been known to man before. They were so close that with just the tone of voice of the other twin, they knew how they were actually feeling. And this tone, the sad, reluctant tone that came from behind the apartment door, was truly one of desperation. Pietro really did need her.

She sighed, moving to the entrance and twisting the knob to let her brother in. He looked at her and her damp shirt sheepishly as he walked past her into the apartment, trying to express that this wasn't really his choice with his expression. The witch's face softened, so it seemed to work. He let out a nervous breath, waiting for Wanda to speak first.

"What is it, my brother?" she asked, giving him a weak hug.

"There's a bit of a situation right now—one of the Avengers is being held hostage…at Xavier's school," Pietro said.

Her brow furrowing in confusion, Wanda opened her mouth as if to speak, but didn't. Her jaw just shut with a quiet click as her top and bottom teeth met. She stood there for about a minute, her brother of course checking the clock every couple seconds, trying to understand what the hell was going on. Maybe Summers had gone off the deep end again? Perhaps a villain thought they could get sanctuary by hiding out in a school? There weren't that many options of what could have happened. After another minute or so, she opened her mouth yet again, this time actually following up on her action.

"What happened?"

Pietro started to speak before she even got to the second word. "It's Father. For some reason, he has Captain America pinned up on the ceiling, and he's holding him up by his shield and it's been about twenty minutes and Father doesn't seem to be planning on stopping anytime soon and things are just not good."

Ignoring the fact that Pietro had just used a run-on sentence, Wanda's natural instinct was to go on a rampage, start swearing like a sailor, and zap her father to kingdom come—but she tried to hide that animalistic desire. She hadn't told her family yet about the six month relationship that she and Steve had begun in secret, and showing too much emotion would put suspicion in her brother's already paranoid mind. The witch really didn't need that at the time being.

"Let's get down there, then," Wanda responded nonchalantly, grabbing her purse from its usual resting spot on the end table by the door. Careful to keep her poker-face on, she opened let Pietro walk out first, following him with a calm stroll. Once in the elevator, she did let her demons get the best of her for just a second.

"Why do you need me? Did Steve ask or…?"

Pietro arched his brow, looking at his sister quizzically. "When did he become Steve again? You haven't called him that since that whole…incident."

Her brother referred, very politely at that, to the incident that was still so horrid they were unable to come up with a name for it; the day when Wanda lost her mind and killed three of her teammates, sending the remaining bit of the world into a new reality that had Magneto as an all-powerful emperor. Of course, when trouble arose, M-Day happened, and well, things had been a bit rough ever since then. The team had been very upset with the witch and the speedster, but after a few years, time had healed that wound and Wanda and Pietro were once again Avengers. They simply chose to not talk about the "incident."

"I feel like I have earned the privilege to call him that again," Wanda said, avoiding her brother's eyes, "after all we have done to give penance for our previous actions."

He nodded, stepping out first when the doors opened to the lobby. "You know, you're totally right. I think I can go back to calling him Steve as well," he grinned. Pietro crouched down, inviting his sister to get on his back.

"Oh Pete, do we really have to run there? You know I always get dizzy when you do that!" Wanda whined.

"It'll dry your shirt."

"Pietro!"

"I'll go slow, I promise."

The witch looked at him skeptically, but hopped on, wrapping her arms around her brother's chest. "You better."