AN: Hey all! Thanks for waiting. I just had a lot going on and I didn't have time to write but I managed to squeeze some time in :). Please enjoy this chapter. Secrets are revealed ;) ~Moonmilk

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Syndrome

Roman ran his hand across the plush fluff of the hotel blanket. He sighed when he noticed a slight streak of ghostly red. The room was lighted with dim lamps in two corners of the room, which made the young experiment extremely tired, he already slept here once, today was his second day of 'living on his own' and he thinks he's got the hang of it.

He flopped on the bed and brushed off the crumbs and food from his room service. He was wondering what that British bloke was thinking right about now. He smirked to himself and hopped off the bed to take a quick shower, and change into his night clothes.

A sharp pain filled the back of his neck and he paused. Too much salt in his food, was that the reason why he has this? He lifted his hands as they started to shake rapidly, the pain got suddenly worse. He stopped himself before entering the shower room, only hearing the faint jingle of his necklace. Then, a voice.

'Who decides who's weaker?'

'In the end every man shows himself...'

That voice. He clamped his palms on his temples and sank to his knees. What was that voice? It sounded female, and familiar. And the first one, a male. Why didn't he recognize the male voice, why was he even recognizing any of the voices at all?

The pain then wore off and the voices disappeared. He rose to his feet and took deep breaths and rested his hand on the bathroom door. He just needed to rinse off, that's all. It was probably the food, maybe he got food poisoning?

He entered the shower, rinsed off and got into his bed clothes. Laying under the fresh linen sheets, he pondered still. A male and a female voice...they both had Sokovian accents like himself, maybe they were apart of his family. He hasn't seen his cousins in years though. And he was an only child.

Roman told himself to calm his thoughts down the the red suddenly escaped his eyes once more.

His stress was gone. For now.

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The next day was bright and sunny, a perfect day for a walk or a quick visit to a café in Sokovia, and that's what Wanda exactly did.

Steve sat beside her, adjusting his black sunglasses and constantly clearing his throat. None of those tricks gave Steve her attention. He gave up and shifted his eyes to carts and sellers, taking in Sokovian and selling goods. Wanda continued to sip her tea and stir it quickly, filling it with at least 6 packets of sugar.

Without a word, Wanda got up from her seat, left a tip and her payment and swiftly exited the small café fence. Steve's eyes widened and he ran after his friend, desperate to know why was she so distant today?

"Wanda, I, hey- Wanda!" Steve slipped through several small crowds and finally reached her. "Wanda, we came all the way here and the tracking is over, why are we not creating a plan?"

"Macaroon street, Plaza hotel, I can sense him."

"And, why didn't you tell me that before?" He lowered his voice.

"Just...figured it out." She muttered.

Steve grabbed her hand and twisted her around. He didn't look anywhere in the crowd and neither did she. They only focused on each other. Steve could tell his friend was stressed. Maximoff's eyes drooped and her brows furrowed. "I hear a...voice. It doesn't sound like Roman Strucker."

Steve nodded and placed a hand on her arm. "Just be at peace. We will take this slow and find this boy."

Wanda began to nod but was cut short was an excruciating pain was felt in the back of her head.

'You didn't see that coming?'

She screamed and fell to the ground, her knees hitting the concrete. People gasped and watched the poor girl start to shake and clamp a hand over her mouth. Steve gasped and slowly picked her up.

"I'm sorry, pregnancy is tough in the early days." Steve changed his voice slightly and smiled to the utterly confused Sokovian crowd. He ran down an alley and dropped her to the ground, but still held her arms. "What...what the hell was that for, Wanda you had me worried. I thought you were going to go all-."

"Scarlet." She muttered. She took several deep breaths and stood up. "I heard him." She began to break down. "I heard him, Steve."

"W-who?" He stuttered and knelt down by her, rubbing her back.

Wanda bit her lip to stop making it move and quiver. She clenched her hands, her slender black painted nails dug into tender skin.

"Pietro."

...

Roman sighed and began to pack his things. He knew he was being watched, for some reason he felt it in his head. And the strange quotes filling his mind last night gave him creeps, it was best to leave this country.

He threw away the wrapper that kept the baguette he bought in the trash can. He then pushed his nightclothes in a worn out Walmart bag he used to purchase them in. He approached the door and grabbed his 'key card' and was ready to put it in the slot. He stuttered as he head a 'bang'.

Strange. Was it raining? Thundering?

Bang.

BANG.

Roman gasped as a bullet swerved though the door, past his hairline. He squealed slightly as he raised his hands, blocking himself for whatever will come next.

He was blown back and fell straight against the hotel wall. Smoke cleared and several men, dressed in a military green entered the scene. Roman still had his hands raised and formed a weak barrier of red around him. It's getting worse, more and more men emerged. He tried as hard as he could to block off their attacks.

As bullets broke out, he screamed slightly and raised his hands higher, as red fumes became more effective, blowing more men back. One was close to approach him but was blown back before he could even shoot. Roman caught the fabric of the man's shirt while using his power. The shoulder peace depicted an octopus. Hydra.

So, father hated him? He sent these men to find him, to possibly kill him? Was this the end of his life, for real? But he wanted to know the voices...

Once the thought of the voices were caught in Roman's mind he could have sworn he heard them again while blocking off the bullets.

'You didn't see that coming?'

That was the male! It's a new one, it was like...he was talking to Roman. He grunted slightly and his barrier began to wear off. A bullet was able to get through and penetrated him in the arm. He winced in pain but kept on moving his arms in circles, he knew the men were getting tired and he could possibly shoot them through the roof.

"No, mercy!" He shouted in Sokovian as his hands moved faster, twisting both wrists, flexing each finger. The red in the room became even more powerful, he felt like he could blow the Plaza! He continued to block, and fight as he heard the same voice slowly wear off in his head.

'You didn't see that coming?'

'You didn't...'

'You...'

'Coming?'

'Didn't see that coming...?'

...

Wanda was comforted by Steve once more before he helped her up and chatted with her, getting all her emotions out so she can get back on her feet and keep on walking. She stated she still had the connection with Roman, and that they were close to their destination. Macaron street.

The plaza hotel was just about a block away, then Steve noticed a young woman running and screaming. Wanda instantly thought Roman once she heard and saw the panicked woman.

'He's wrecking havoc, knew it.'

Wanda's personal thoughts wore away slowly once the woman started explaining the horrific actions inside the Plaza Hotel. She stated that several men are on the top floor, taking hostages and destroying important objects to the building.

"Steve, the bag." Scarlet Witch gasped right after she realized she left her sports bag containing his shield at the café.

"Turn scarlet, go ahead." He allowed. Steve held his right palm out as Wanda waved her hands around, summoning the shield as it traveled to Macaroon street. Captain Rogers caught it and looked at the woman, who was staring in awe, red faced. He ordered the woman to find shelter or head to the Sokovian police station right away, kindly. The two heroes headed to the hotel to find nothing but utter darkness inside, but they heard bumping and alarming noises from the top.

Wanda and Steve shared a quick glance before running up to the top floor.

"This way!" Steve motioned to her as they ran down hall after hall. The faint smell of pool chlorine gave Wanda a sense of relaxation, she stayed in this place with Pietro before with their parents, before and after their death.

Finally some action. Several agents attacked Rogers and Maximoff, but were quickly eliminated by the duo. The two fought off more and more goons until they reached the last room of the hotel. Rogers kicked down the weak, wooden door to find wisps of red flowing in and out of the room.

There was the boy Wanda was looking for. Bent down, covering his head, shaking with anxiety. Several bodies laid beside him, slowly oozing blood onto the cream carpet. Roman slowly pressed on hand onto the carpet, his palm created a bubbling, squishy reaction once it contacted with the puddle of blood. He slowly stood up, one hand on his head, the other still commanding the red particles to surround in the room.

Rogers walked closer to the teen. "Hey, kid." Roman seemed to jerk back, not in anger or in rage, but of fear. His hazel eyes have gotten larger, his lips parted almost looking like he was about to let out a quick scream.

Wanda pressed a hand to Steve's chest the walked towards Roman, also summoning her scarlet particles. She seemed to say nothing to the boy, which made Steve curious. He took a step back, readying his shield just in case the kid might crack. But, he knew Wanda could take care of herself.

She walked closer to the boy, the closer the Scarlet Witch came, the more Roman drew back. The older teen was now against the beige and slightly 'bloody' wall. He pressed his palms to the wall with anxiety, causing his release of power to shake the room. Wanda didn't stop, she drew closer and raised a hand, still baring scarlet. The red in her fingers died down and she eventually touched his chest. Roman flinched at first, but then eased into her touch.

Wanda sighed slightly and shifted her head to the side. Hand still on his chest. Images started to emerge of non other but, Pietro? Flashes emerged in her brain, depicting her brother as a young boy, then a teen, then a few years older, then his speed, his determination, the love and friendship he shared with his sister. Then something different emerged, a young boy with caramel hair swinging on a swing alone in a park, the scenery felt peaceful. A field of grass and yellow flowers in the back, with a lilac sky. But the boy seemed scared or maybe sad. His dark hazel eyes fell down to the ground and stuck there, letting his hair cover most of his face.

A flash happened again and a car crash was depicted. Slow movements entered Wanda's mind. A woman with the same colored hair as the boy was killed in an instant, her body laid around broken glass as police and first responders surrounded it. The boy was also in the crash and he too looked dead, or at least unconscious. He was slightly older.

The police and coroners helped the body of the young teen boy into a smooth plastic bag and placed him gently in a dark black limousine.

The thoughts ended and Wanda was placed back into reality. The pain hit her again. She placed a hand, almost violently on her brain stem and screamed, falling to the ground. Roman also screamed and somehow banged his against the wall, stumping back and hitting his head to the ground. Steve watched in horror as the two telekinetic humans plummeted.

Rogers stood still, but suddenly the Captain felt a cold and sharp cylinder on the back of his head. It cocked, and Steve realized it was a gun. He begged Wanda to get up and snatch it says from whoever was threatening him, but it was too late. She was still on the ground, screaming, along with Roman.

More guns cocked and Rogers knew he was outnumbered. He watched as the men slowly picked up a now motionless Wanda up and also a motionless Roman.

Steve's breath hitched as a cold, merciless hand grabbed his neck.