**Author's note** Hey guys, sorry it's been such a while, I've been working abroad and haven't had any time to write! Back on track now, I'll try and get four or five chapters out in quick succession for you all. Please continue to let me know what you think in the reviews section, what you like or don't like - it's really useful for me! Other than that, please sit back and enjoy this newest part.

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Wanda's mind was racing and that was never a good sign. The archer had tied her and Pietro together and bundled them into the back of a van. Then they had driven away from the city for about an hour before he had bundled them right back out again and into a freezing, snowy field. In the middle of the field was a tarmac runway that had been cleared of all snow and small jet plane was waiting.

"C'mon, get inside." The archer had said to them. Once inside the jet Wanda and her brother were tied up to seats opposite each other whilst the archer began fiddling with the controls.

"Where are you taking us?" Pietro demanded angrily but the archer had just ignored him. Eventually he decided to gag Pietro to shut him up.

That had been hours ago and now they were cruising high amongst the clouds. Pietro had given up his protests and was sat slumped over in his chair, breathing deeply. Wanda could see a bloody gash where the arrow had pierced his chest. To think that only a few hours ago they had been fleeing the streets of Moscow together, finally free at last. Free for all of five minutes, now they were back where they started: captives.

"We'll be descending in about half an hour." The archer said, breaking the silence for the first time.

"Where are we going?" Wanda asked.

"I'm taking you to see a friend of mine in New York." He replied calmly. Wanda had never been to New York she had never even been to America. She was afraid. Opposite her Pietro moaned in pain, his brow was slick with sweat and his hair clung to his forehead. His icy cold eyes were bloodshot and red. Bright red. Wanda had seen Pietro hurt before, too many times to count but it had been bruises and beatings back then, this was different, he needed help and there was nothing she could do. She twisted her bound wrists in a feeble attempt to break free but the ropes only cut deeper into her now bloodied wrists. Pietro moaned again and made a small whimpering sound. Tears pricked at Wanda's eyes, she hated seeing him this way and she hated not being able to do anything about it.

"Please," she begged to the archer "please help my brother, he's hurt, you hurt him!"

"Did I?" the man replied coolly "I couldn't tell." He paused and considered Pietro from afar. "Well what do you want me to do? I don't have any first aid I'm afraid he'll have to wait until we land if he wants some sort of treatment. Don't worry when we get to New York your brother will have all the help he needs."

"Then untie me," Wanda said desperately "untie me and let me help him." The archer's small eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"What's your name girl?" he asked. Wanda swallowed hard. She glanced at Pietro, should she tell him her real name or make one up? But Pietro's eyes were shut tight in pain.

"My name is Wanda." She replied.

"Alright Wanda, I'm Clint, Clint Barton. Now, tell me Wanda, do you think I'm a fool?" What sort of a question was this?

"No." she replied timidly.

"No?" Clint Barton echoed mockingly "You don't? Then why do you think I would untie you unless you thought I was a fool? Do you honestly think I'd be stupid enough to fall for that one?"

"If you untie me," Wanda said calmly, trying her best not to antagonise him anymore "I promise I'll do whatever you want from me, no questions asked."

"Why should I trust you?" Clint replied coldly.

"Because he's my brother." Wanda replied "and I would never do anything that would risk hurting him." Barton gave her a long, hard look and then glanced over at Pietro.

"Alright." He sighed making Wanda's heart skip a beat. "but he's not going anywhere." He added giving the rope around Pietro's wrists a pull.

"Thank you so much!" she gasped her eyes filling with tears again. Barton pulled out a pocket knife and cut her wrists free. Wanda immediately made for her brother but Barton's hand gripped at her arm.

"Hold your horses Missy." He said tugging her back away from her twin. "You haven't heard my end of the bargain." With those words the joy the Wanda had felt at being released rushed away like a wave on the shore. "Now," Barton said to both her and her brother, "I don't want to experiment on you or take away your freedom. I don't want to sell you to others or use you as tools. All I want from the two of you is your allegiance. I want to know that if I ever need you to help me or my team out in a fight, you'll be there for us. If I need you to go on an undercover mission for me you'll do it. No resistance. We will work together and we will be allies, part of the same team." He nodded his head at the exit of the jet. "You walk out those door, you're an Avenger." Wanda glanced at her brother, who was gritting his teeth both in pain and defiance. Would this be the price they'd have to pay for freedom? "Do we have a deal?" Barton asked. Pietro looked her in the eye, his own face filled with sadness.

"We have no choice." Her brother said weakly. Barton looked Wanda hard in the eye.

"It's a deal." She replied. His arm released her and she flew to her brother's side. She placed a cool hand on his feverish forehead.

"What are you going to do for him anyway?" Barton asked her as he made his way back to the controls "it's not like you can heal him."

No she thought as she pulled away her brother's shirt to reveal his bloody wound. He can heal himself. She smiled with glee as the puncture on her brother's chest quickly began to heal itself as her brother's cells regenerated at light speed.

"He really is a fool." Pietro said quietly looking over at the oblivious Barton. Wanda shushed him,

"Remember to groan once in a while." She told him.

"Of course," Pietro replied "now we just sit back and relax until we get to New York."

"Exactly." She replied as she made her way back to her seat. From her chair she stared her brother in the eye and watched as the redness faded and the link was broken. The plan was shared and they both knew what they'd have to do.

Wanda's mind was finally at ease.