'Always falling for me' Pietro smirked at the figure he was currently supporting in his arms, having moved to catch them to stop them tumbling to the floor

'Always falling for me' Pietro smirked at the figure he was currently supporting in his arms, having moved to catch them to stop them tumbling to the floor. He slowly manoeuvred them back to their feet, his hands still resting on their waist.

'Why won't you just admit you love me' The smirk remained firmly in place whilst his fingers spanned over the subtle flare of his prisoners hips.

'Never gonna happen' Wanda slammed the refrigerator door to face the scene that she had witnessed a hundred odd times. It was nothing new to her anymore. They had met Rogue a year and a half ago, ever since then her twin had been in constant flirtation with the southern belle, convinced that eventually she would agree to a date. He had yet to prove his sister wrong.

Rogue deftly removed the fingers that were clasped at her waist, moving them in-between the pair and planting a soft kiss on her saviours cheek before moving towards the couch, throwing over her shoulder 'Thanks sugah'

Whilst Pietro stood mesmerised, Wanda simply rolled her eyes at the pair's antics before following Rogues path and settling in front of her.

The two sat, crossed leg staring at each other, before Wanda became so frustrated, she threw her hands upwards 'So …'

Rogues downward eyes rose to meet her friends inquisitive stare, she shrugged.

'It was as she said' Silence ensued.

Neither noticed the figure of Pietro emerge speedily beside them.

'Were they …'

'Everyone was fine' Rogue interrupted the speedster.

Wanda shifted forward, cautiously taking her best friends hand in hers, at first placid but then her fingers curled around Wanda's. Their eyes met.

'They couldn't tell it was you, could they?'

Rogue shook her head.

'Are you sure' Pietro interjected.

'Absolutely …' Wanda moved to her side, pulling her gently into her arms as Pietro moved to crouch before them '… and even if they did suspect anything, they would think it was their imagination, they think they killed me'.