Wanda knew what Pietro was thinking. She always knew. He always forgot. She concentrated harder. Where is he? She asked herself. Wanda closed her eyes, allowing her powers to scan the house. He was in the kitchen, opening the door to the lounge. Clint was looking at him curiously. She entered Pietro's mind as he walked through the door. She soon came across a recent memory. He was in a dark tunnel. He was in the walls. Clint was crawling along in front of him, he kept glancing back, his gaze concerned. Wanda frowned to herself. Pietro seemed to be uncertain of his feelings. Annoyance, anger, jealousy? What are these doing in here? She wondered. Then an image flashed in Pietro's mind and she delve deeper to look at it. It was of her and vision. The colourful android's hand was grasped in hers.

"Wanda?"

Wanda jerked out of her brothers thoughts and blinked open her eyes. They glowed red for a brief second before fading into their usual deep brown. Vision was looking at her, his head tilted slightly to the left.

"Are you alright?"

Wanda nodded, praying it was true. She sincerely hoped she hadn't hurt Pietro by being forced so suddenly of his mind. She tossed her hair back, scattering the worry. Pietro was being overprotective. I can look after myself, Wanda thought indignantly. I'm not some little kid who needs watching every hour of the day. She heard a grunting noise behind her and turned round to see Pietro pulling himself up the ladder. Her anger melted, like mist in the morning sun, when she saw he was rubbing his head with his palm. She sprang up, Vision's hand falling out of hers as she leapt across the room to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked, anxiously, helping him up the rest of the way.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbled. "Just a bit of a bad headache."

Wanda frowned worriedly. "Ok."

She suddenly noticed everyone was staring at her and she ducked her head in embarrassment. Ugh, I was just thinking about him not needing to look after me. Tony grinned.

"Do you two need a moment or something?"

"No." Wanda answered him curtly.

"Are you sure… I mean. We can go downstairs if you need to waste your powers on Pietro's head."

Wanda raised a hand quickly; her eyes flashing red, her fingers shrouded in scarlet mist. Tony flew out of his seat, every pair of eyes following him as he travelled through the air in an arc. He landed with a bump on the floor about 5 meters away. Wanda dropped her hand as Tony scrambled to his feet. Every eye was now fixed on her, wide with shock. Natasha stood up hesitantly, shaking off Bruce as he tried to stop her, and stood between Tony and Wanda.

"Wanda… Control." She warned.

"I. Can. Control. It." Wanda hissed.

Pietro rested a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off and raced towards the step ladder. She climbed down, jumping about three steps from the ground. She passed Clint, emerging from the kitchen, on the bottom floor. She ran through the door before he could close it.

"Wanda?" Clint shouted after her.

Tony looked over the railings and then back at Pietro. "Kid your sisters mad."

Pietro bit back a stinging retort. He raced down the step ladder and across the first level of the lounge. He paused as Clint called him back.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Pietro hesitated for a second. "Yes please." He would be glad of the archers help. He was always good at calming Wanda when she lost control of her power and emotions.

Pietro ran around the house, Clint not even trying to keep up, the archer merely stood in the hall whilst Pietro zoomed about. There was a rush of air as Pietro skidded to a halt beside him.

"She's not in the house."

"Are you sure?" Clint asked, wondering if Pietro had been going so fast he hadn't seen her.

"Of course I'm sure."

Clint nodded then jumped and glanced round as a noise echoed from down the corridor. Clint ran after Pietro as he sped towards the noise. Clint found him standing by the back door. It was open, the wind banging it against the wall. Pietro and Clint exchanged a look before they stepped outside. In the garden they found Wanda sitting cross-legged on the grass, her back against the trunk of an apple tree. She didn't look up when Clint sat down next to her. Pietro crouched in front of her. She looked up. She had been crying. It broke Pietro's heart to see her cry. He opened his arms in an offer. She sniffed back a sob and moved to her knees. She gripped her brother in a tight hug, resting her head on his shoulder with closed eyes. Her shoulders shook slightly as she regained control of her sobs. Clint looked at the twins, feeling like he was intruding. He blinked in surprise as Wanda held her arm out to him. He hesitated before holding out his hand. Wanda gently pulled Clint into the hug. Clint met Pietro's eyes. Pietro smiled at him and Clint smiled back. Clint widened his eyes in surprise as Pietro moved his head onto Clint's shoulder. The show of affection meant a lot to Clint, as he had always had a soft spot for the twins. He wanted to get to know them better; especially Pietro. He felt protective towards Wanda. Sure. But Pietro. That was a different matter. He didn't think he could voice his opinions about Pietro without sounding weird. Clint raised a hand and placed it on Pietro's wavy, pale hair. Pietro didn't protest. Clint felt a surge of joy and thought to himself... Maybe… Would Pietro ever feel the same way about me?