"Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris?"

Pietro Maximoff had been distributing a crate of goods stolen from Strucker's castle in the wake of HYDRA's recent defeat. Mostly, he'd been giving out things people needed: medications for the elderly and the like. But now, he was passing around luxury goods. Pietro had given a soccer ball to the brother of a girl he'd been trying to get with, and now he was tossing fancy clothes at her in an attempt to win her heart.

Shaking her head, Wanda walked off, knowing this would force her twin brother to talk to her. Sure enough, he jogged up to her. She was just surprised that he didn't superspeed.

"You're jealous you're not getting a dress?" As it had been many time before, Pietro's voice was a mix of genuine concern and annoyance.

In all honesty, she shouldn't have been. The two of them, having grown up in a war-torn Balkan nation, had learned early on never to take things for granted and always be gracious. But you could never shake off the wants of the mind, the want to have things to call your own. And after everything they'd been through, Pietro was favoring potential booty calls over Wanda, his only flesh and blood left. It didn't make sense to her.

But she didn't want him knowing, so she told him, "You keep stealing, you're going to get shot." Strucker's inventory had been placed in a temporary NATO camp, closed off to the public and heavily guarded. Obviously, that was a dumb thing to say to a speedster, but it kept the conversation away from her true feelings.

And indeed, it was an argument between them until they discovered Ultron.

Steve kept the tale Wanda had told him in mind as she waltzed through the Forever 21 store at the nearby mall, her eyes dazing over every piece of clothing that caught her eye. He reckoned that she'd earned an all-expenses paid shopping spree courtesy of Stark. He just hoped that she didn't buy so much that they might actually put a dent in the bank account.

Actually, considering everything, even that would be well deserved.

"…and what do you think?" Wanda had picked out an, unsurprisingly, scarlet dress that she'd looked up online before actually driving to the mall, and both of them had agreed it would look great on her.

"I like it." Nothing else need be said, except for, "Just don't jinx the cashier this time. You don't have to worry about money anymore."

"Come on."

"You're in America now, not Sokovia. Besides, you're not paying." He swiped his credit card at the checkout and they began to contemplate where to go to next. Steve had his eyes on the shop that 24 Hour Fitness had in the mall, where he could stock up on suppliments and vitamins that the serum didn't supply on a daily basis. However, Wanda insisted on Victoria's Secret, saying that "it would be fun for you too."

It took some time, but it was.

Short and hastily written, but then again I don't have much time for fanfiction these days. I hope you'll enjoy when I get the chance to update, though.