"It was the psycho father?" Laura asked, gently rubbing Clint's arm. Pietro had told them the entire story, and was now discussing the situation with Wanda in the living room while Clint and Laura were in the kitchen. "Yeah," Clint signed. "You can't just let him roam the streets."
"I'll have to get in contact with the team." Replied Clint, seemingly deep within his thoughts. "If they haven't already heard of the issue, I'm sure they have some kind of records on him."
Laura rested her head on Clint's shoulder. "You do whatever you have to do to stop him." Originally, Clint had offered the twins to stay with him and his family rather than the Avengers headquarters. He figured it would give the two a chance to have a normal life, and if they wanted, they could eventually leave and join the team again. The Maximoffs and Clint certainly didn't think they'd have to leave so soon. They at least wanted a couple months in-between one world destruction and the next. While the archer didn't blame the twins for the issues unfolding, there was a reason he wanted his private life off records. He defiantly didn't want another incident to happen here on the farm. It was a tough decision, but he knew it was for the best.
Later the same day, the sun was begging to fade into the horizon of the reddish sky as the evening arose. The twins had already said their goodbyes to Clint and the rest the Bartons, and while neither would admit it, they hoped to return to the farm soon.
"Prepare for trouble, make it double." They heard a woman say walking down the corridor. It was the familiar voice of Natasha. As the two stood side by side, the red-head approached the pair. Around the corner came a certain red android. "I will take your bags, Lady Maximoff and Sir Maximoff." Said Vision.
"Er..you may call me Wanda."
"And you may call me Pietro."
Vision nodded, "I will take these to your rooms then, Wanda and Pietro."
As Vision carried the bags as if they didn't weigh an ounce, Natasha offered a smile. "We've got two rooms set up down this corridor. We try to train everyday starting at 8. It takes awhile to get use to the schedule, but I'm sure you'll be fine."
The twins nodded in understanding. "And, listen, I know it's not under great conditions that you've been recruited, but we'll all get through this." Wanda glanced at her brother, and then nodded. "Thank you."
"Everyday at 8am?" Pietro questioned as him and his sister walked down the corridor. "I do not understand why it needs to be so early."
"It is for the best, Pietro." Replied Wanda. The quickster nodded. "Welcome." A loud voice said, startling the twins as Steve placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you."
"We were not startled." Stated Pietro, turning to face the man. "Alright," Steve let the kid have his pride. "Well, we're glad to have you. If you've got any questions, don't be afraid to ask." With that, he left.
"He is alright," Wanda concluded. Pietro nodded. "For being Mr. America, he is not so bad."
Normally, Wanda and Pietro would spend time with the Bartons in the living room. Since neither of the twins felt like spending time alone in their new bedrooms, Pietro joined Wanda.
Half an hour passed of Wanda using her powers to make random objects float, and seeing how quickly Pietro could avoid getting hit with them.
"You were not quick enough that time."
"I am twelve minutes older than you!"
"You use that argument for everything," Wanda chuckled.
"Wanda and Pietro, you are required at a meeting." Said Vision, floating a foot off the ground in the doorway. "There are meetings?" Pietro questioned.
"Yes, they often have at least one everyday around 7PM." The android stated as matter-of-fact. "We will be on our way then." Wanda stood next to her brother, taking a moment to read the Vision's mind. It was as unusual as it had been the last time she did it. Extremely well organized; but odd.
As the twins were lead to the so called 'meeting', they found the small group of Avengers all sitting casually. "This is what your meetings are?" Questioned Pietro. This resulted in a couple chuckles. "Come here, sit." Natasha gestured, and Wanda sat next to her. Pietro took the spot between Steve and Sam. "You don't have to sit alone in your rooms, we don't bite." The twins glanced at each other. "So, how's the Barton farm?" Asked Steve, holding back a small laugh.
"It is great," Pietro did not see the humor in the context. "Except," He pulled out a black wallet from his jacket, opening it. "I did not see Clint as a man to be strict about swearing, but he takes the swear jar seriously. I do not have a dollar to my name." Natasha and Sam glanced at Steve, grins forming. "It was one time, come on!"
This resulted in questioning looks from Wanda and Pietro. Natasha chuckled before speaking again. "Anyways, I've seen Clint swear plenty of times."
"Looks like daddy Clint has different views." Stated Sam. Everyone laughed. When the laughter had calmed down, Wanda spoke up. "I have a question." She announced. The others nodded, encouraging her to go on. "The Vision, I looked into his mind. Does he have the ability to form thoughts of his own?"
"You'd have to ask Tony," Steve said, casually leaning back. The others agreed. "Yeah, I don't have vast knowledge regarding that."
Wanda nodded silently. The group continued by discussing the incident on the Barton farm, and when Pietro ran into Magneto. "We'll have an official meeting tomorrow." Said Natasha. "Just wanted to catch up with you." The twins nodded and said their goodbyes, before leaving to have their first night's sleep in their new beds.