Disclaimer – I don't own Avengers (unfortunately).

AN – I used to write fanfiction a while ago, but this is my first story in awhile, so reviews and comments are greatly appreciated.


Week 1, Day 1

By all rights the kid should be dead. Anyone else in his place would have been. Then again, anyone else didn't have a twin sister who had powers even she didn't understand. Those powers coupled with the synthetic tissue technology had somehow been able to bring Pietro Maximoff back from the dead.

Clint sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time and ran a hand through his short, sandy hair. If he hadn't seen this with his own eyes, he never would've believed it.

Pietro and Wanda lay on separate beds in the infirmary. Both were fast asleep, Pietro's silver hair tousled on his pillow and Wanda's fingers tangled in the blanket.

"Hey" Nat murmured as she walked up to the archer. He crossed his arms, twirling an arrow between his fingers.

"What are we supposed to do with them?" Natasha asked softly.

"I don't know, but they need to go somewhere safe" Steve said as he came to stand next to Natasha.

"We can't keep them here. Not like this." Natasha agreed.

Clint turned his attention back to the Maximoff twins. Yep, there was no way they could stay here especially since they were probably only about five years old.


-tbc-