[A/N]: Hi. It's come to my attention that I should probably put these in proper chapter format (sorry). I'm going to do that right away.
Anti-gravity
A few days after the twins had moved in, it became apparent that Wanda loved to use her powers to play tricks on her brother, whether it be levitating his food off his plate and on to hers or slamming doors in his face. She also was particularly fond of turning off the gravity around him.
After plenty such instances, Pepper stepped up as a mother-figure and scolded Wanda. The girl merely grinned and said it wouldn't happen again, which was a lie.
Pietro was walking down the stairs one day when, suddenly, he couldn't step down any further. He slowly started to float upwards. He sighed in exasperation before yelling, "PEPPER! Wanda turned off the gravity again!" He tried to keep his voice from sounding whiny, but it didn't work too well.
Pepper stepped out of her office. "Wanda Elizabeth Maximoff, quit harassing your brother. Turn the gravity back on right now."
A moment later, Pietro fell down the stairs and landed in an undignified heap. "Watch your back, sis!" he said, trying to regain some pride. "One of these days, I'll get you back, and you won't like it."
Wanda leaned against the stair railing, at the top of the flight. "Oh yeah? What're you going to do?"
Pietro tried to think of a response, but couldn't. "Whatever. You'll see." He stalked off down the hall, seething.
Later that day, Wanda sat down on the couch, TV remote in hand. She went to turn it on, but suddenly the remote was gone. She glanced up to see her twin, smirking. "Looking for this?" he taunted, holding the remote.
Wanda's eyes narrowed, and she sent a burst of energy his way. He dodged and sped off to hide his prize. She scowled, but got up and searched for him.
"Hey, Natasha, have you seen Pietro? He stole the TV remote from me, and I want it back."
Natasha pointed down the hall. "I saw him go that way. Hey, can you get it returned by eight o'clock? NCIS is on tonight."
Wanda smiled. "Hopefully. Thanks." Then she headed down the hall, determined to find her pesky brother.
At seven fifty-nine, the remote somehow made its way back into the living room, though Pietro was nowhere to be found. By this point, Wanda was just looking for him to get her revenge. She'd missed one of her favorite shows because of him. She had combed through the whole tower and he still hadn't turned up. Wanda plotted, waiting for when he showed his face again.
Pietro stood on the roof, muttering to himself, "Of bloody course the roof doors lock once you're outside. America. Everything's so...secure."