Natasha quickly grabbed Maxim's hand, completely disregarding the man she was previously focused on. She led him outside, roughly shoving past the casual clubbers, much to their personal annoyance. But she didn't care. Pietro Maximoff was standing right in front of her, actually living and breathing, not 6 feet underground like she (and the rest of the former Avengers) had previously thought.

There were a million and one thoughts flowing through her mind. How on Earth had the kid survived? She had even attended his funeral! His sister was an emotional wreck for months! And yet, he was still here. Finally, they made it outside.

"Yes?" he asked, slowing down.

"Not here," she responded, dragging him towards her safe house. "Too open."

The kid rolled his eyes and scoffed at that, but allowed to be lead in the separate direction. The wind was cold, but Natasha figured that it didn't bother him one bit- there had to be some perks to super speed, after all. The two continued on in silence. Natasha refused to let go of his hand. She usually wasn't one for paranoia, but someone who should be dead was being dragged to her hotel room- she wasn't about to take any chances.

They reached it pretty quickly; it wasn't exactly hard to find. She had set herself up in one of the fanciest hotels in Moscow.

Pietro gave an appreciative whistle when he realized that was their destination. As they stepped inside, she let go of his hand. "I've got to make a call, excuse me."

His face shifted from curious to murderous. "Don't."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, tensing up. "Excuse me?"

"They can't know," he insisted. "Can we please just get to your room so I can get some answers?"

"About what?"

"Who you are to me. If they found out I'm talking to you, bad things would happen," Pietro continued, wringing his hands.

Natasha's brow furrowed. "Pietro, what are you talking about? Are you saying that you don't remember me? You don't remember anything?"

He sighed, looking frustrated. "Can we please continue this conversation in your room? You're supposed to be dead right now. If they figure out I haven't..."

"Fine," Natasha said, holding up a hand to stop him. "Follow me, then." She led him up to the third floor. Her room was far enough off the ground that no one could climb into her window without difficulty. It was also chosen so that if any of Ross' goons came after her she could jump down and make a quick escape.

"Need anything to eat?"

Pietro waved away the request, instead choosing to sit on the edge of her sofa. He reminded her of of a spring- tense and under pressure. "How do I know you?"

Natasha bit her lip, trying to figure out how to phrase this. Instead of answering his question, she countered with one of her own. "Can you still run really fast?"

He snorted, leaning back in the chair. But before she could blink, he was holding her phone in his hand, and scrolling through the messages. Now, she knew that it was previously locked up in the safe two rooms away. He had managed to crack the code, get it out, and return in less than a second. He'd gotten faster. "Who is Clint? And why did you need to tell him that the US government is coming after a Wanda? Who is that?" He looked up at her, a curious expression on his face.

Natasha had to stop herself from crying. He didn't remember his sister. "Is that polite? Going through my phone unauthorized?"

"I mean, you're supposed to be dead right now, but..." he shrugged. "I figure talking to you before completing my task would be at least slightly courteous."

Natasha froze. If he wanted to complete the task, there was literally nothing she could do to stop him. "Are you being serious?"

Pietro grinned at her, relaxing. "Nah, something tells me you're one of the good guys. Now, answer my question, please."

"Which one? I think you had three," Natasha teased, joining him on the couch. She sat on the other end, casually slinging an arm over the armrest as if she couldn't be killed in less than a split second.

"Four, actually," Pietro corrected. "But now I have five. Better start answering them."

Natasha returned the grin. "What's the fifth one?"

He tilted his head at her, similar to Wanda's. "Is my name really Pietro? Cause I was told it was Maxim."

"As far as I'm aware, yeah. Your name is Pietro," Natasha said, crossing her legs. "Can you repeat your other questions for me?"

"Why?" Pietro asked.

"Maybe I forgot them," Natasha countered.

"Or maybe you're stalling for time. I know you have perfect memory. At least, that's what it says on your file," Pietro shot back.

"Maybe I shouldn't answer you here. Maybe I would do better to show you, instead of tell you." Natasha said. "Maybe some things would surprise you."

Pietro opened his mouth, then shut it again. He leaned forward on the couch, propping his elbows on his knees. "Who do you think I work for, Natalia?"

Natasha watched him. "If I had to guess, I'd say HYDRA."

"Bad guys?" Pietro asked.

"Yeah. They're run by Nazis. That part wasn't known until Cap uncovered the organization within SHIELD. That's who you and-" Natasha had to stop herself from saying 'Wanda'. Pietro looked back at her over his shoulder. "Who you and a lot of your friends from your homeland thought they were joining. They gave you your super speed, sometime back in 2014, I think."

Pietro nodded, facing the wall again. "They told me that much. They also told me I was required to complete missions for them, as a token of my gratitude towards them for saving my life."

Natasha tensed up again. "Do you know what they meant by that?"

"A bomb went off in my apartment building a few years ago. I was badly injured, but they managed to save me from the rubble. I didn't know where I was, or who I was, but they took care of me, nursing me back to health. I was told I didn't have any family, and that no one would go looking for me."

"No one went looking for you because we thought you were dead," Natasha said quietly.

Pietro looked at her again. "Are you my family?"

"Not exactly," Natasha said, meeting his eyes. "Like I said, it's better to show you some of these things. Can I please make that call now?"

Her phone was handed back to her. "Put it on speaker."

"Coulson!"

He turned to see Jemma standing in the doorway, crossing her arms across her chest. "What?"

"Do you have any idea what you've just done? You brought a known, wanted fugitive onto the bus, and you just expect it to be okay?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I do. We did for Daisy, Lincoln, hell Jemma, everyone on this bus is a wanted fugitive," Coulson said. "What is your problem with Inhumans?"

Jemma stared at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

"Your best friend is an Inhuman," Coulson said, sighing. "Get over it. And please remember to treat Wanda like a human being, okay? Her life has been rough enough as is."

Jemma pursed her lips, but reluctantly nodded. "I know that."

"Go," Coulson said, making a 'shooing' gesture. He turned around, walking away. "Play nice. Make friends. Go see what Daisy has been up to."

"I'll do my best," Jemma said.

Coulson smiled, turning a corner into the main hub of the bus. Wanda was standing next to the minibar, staring outside the window with an unreadable expression on her face. She turned as she head Coulson approached.

"Hi," she said.

"Hello," he returned, standing next to her. "How are you doing?"

Wanda shrugged halfheartedly. "Been better."

"You miss him," Coulson said.

"Which 'he' are you referring to?" She asked, turning back to look outside the window again.

Coulson hesitated. "Pietro."

"Of course," Wanda said. "I'll always miss him. And don't start up with that 'he could still be alive' stuff again. I can't… I can't even..."

"It'll be okay," Coulson said, gently touching her shoulder. "We can talk more about this after you've had some time to adjust."

Wanda nodded, wiping her eyes. "I've tried to reach out to what our bond used to be, and he's just not there anymore. I've tried to look around the world for anyone that could hint at who he is. Nothing."

"Why don't we go back to Sokovia?' Coulson quietly suggested. "Maybe that could give you a sense of grounding that you've been lacking."

"I haven't been back since the battle," Wanda said. "Not sure if I ever want to return."

"Think about it," Coulson said, clapping her shoulder. "I'll be in the cockpit with May."

"Wait," Wanda called. "The small British one."

"Jemma?"

Wanda nodded. "Her. Did I upset her somehow?"

Coulson shook his head. "Nah. I don't think so. She just needs to warm up to you. Daisy is excited about having you on board though. Why don't you go track her down?"

Wanda gave him a small smile.

A/N- Hey! I am really sorry about the wait. School just started up again, and life has been pretty hectic. If you enjoyed this chapter, please review!

And if anyone would like to be my beta, please let me know!