Aaaaand I'm back! I didn't have time to write for a couple of days, but now I have, and here's the next chapter! And, yeah, it's with Wanda in it, as I promised you a couple of chapters ago!

Well, enough of my stupid and very boring Author's Note...

Enjoy!

I cried until the early morning sun lit up the small space. I only knew that at some point, both Sean and my father had wrapped their arms around me, and that I felt a little safe, for the first time in ages. Peter just stayed in his corner and awkwardly looked at us. I didn't think that he knew what to do.

The first words were spoken at about eight o'clock or so in the morning. Peter pulled himself to his knees and crawled towards a small hole between our space and the place where Hank was. His blue fur was visible through the tiny circle. I wondered if he even knew what was going on. He did, probably. I was pretty sure that my father had told him at some point.

"Hank?" Peter asked.

"Yeah?"

"Where are we going?"

It was silent for a moment.

"The mansion," he then responded. "We've got to chase those Trask guys away."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"'Cause I know someone who could help us."

I listened in silence as Peter told Hank where he had to go. It wasn't far away, luckily.

Ten minutes later, Hank parked the truck in front of a house. We stepped onto the cold pavement.

"Maybe it's better if I stay here," Hank said. "I, eh… I don't want to scare someone."

I kinda understood that. You don't get visited by a blue-furred, dangerous monster every day.

Of course, Hank wasn't a monster, but you get the point.

"I will stay here as well," my father added. "I will only slow you down."

I had to remind myself that he couldn't walk, now. It was a bit strange.

"You should go," he said after a moment. "Peter, can you bring Luka and Sean to your home?"

I frowned – had Peter said something about his home? – but decided to just go with it. After all, I couldn't read minds. My father could. He knew what he was talking about.

Sean and I followed the silver-haired boy, who seemed to know exactly where to go. He walked fast, really fast, and I nearly had to run to keep up with him. After a couple of streets, he stopped in front of a house with 'Maximoff' painted on the letterbox.

"Here it is," Peter said.

He seemed a lot more relaxed, now, nearly happy. He rushed forward, and before I could even blink, he was pressing on the doorbell.

After a couple of seconds, a woman opened the door.

She was wearing a robe and had curlers in her hair.

"Good mo-" she began, but when she saw Peter, she clasped her hands in front of her mouth. Tears of happiness moistened her eyes.

"Peter," she whispered, bending down to hug him.

Peter pulled himself out of the embrace.

"Mo-om," he moaned, "I don't have time for this. Where's Wanda?"

Peter's mother seemed used to the kid's impatient personality.

"She's upstairs," she replied. "But she's..."

She hadn't even finished her sentence when her son dashed into the house.

The next moment, he appeared again, this time with a little girl on his back. She looked about the same age as Peter. She had long, brown hair and was dressed in red pajamas.

Peter skidded to a halt right in front of Sean and me.

"...she's still asleep," his mother finished with a sigh.

The girl on Peter's back yawned.

"What's going on?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

When she opened them, I saw that her eyes were the same colour as Peter's.

"Pietro?" she asked, happiness lacing her sleepy voice. I wondered why she was calling him that. Maybe Peter was a nickname? "You're back!"

"Yeah," the silver-haired kid replied, putting the girl down.

She immediately wrapped her arms around him. I couldn't help but smile, despite the happenings of that night. This was just adorable.

Peter didn't push the girl away, which was unexpected, but hugged her back. When they let go of each other, the small boy turned to us.

"Guys, this is Wanda," he introduced the girl, "my little sister."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not your little sister," she said. "We're twins."

Her brother ignored her completely. "Wanda, these people are Luka and Sean." He gestured at each of us when he said our names.

The little girl looked both of us in the eyes. She didn't quite seem to trust us.

She was a clever girl, I realized. I didn't think that I would've trusted two meagre people with bald heads and without pants on who just showed up at my door.

"Okay," she said slowly.

Her brother grinned.

"You've gotta come with us," he said. "I'll explain everything on the way. We need your help, Wanda."

He grabbed his sister by the hand and started to walk away, but their mother interrupted him.

"Peter, wait," she said, walking towards him. "Where are you going?"

She looked at us.

"Who are these people?"

Peter rolled his eyes, sighed deeply, and then started to explain everything so fast that my ears nearly couldn't keep up with the words.

"Remember that time you asked me to go to the shop to get some milk? Well, some guy with sunglasses on asked me to come with him, and I said that I wasn't going to because I had to go home, and then he put some weird blue thing in my neck and I passed out. I woke up in a glass room and with this guy."

He gestured at Sean.

"There were also a couple of other people, but they're dead now. Every day, they took one of us away and experimented on us. After a week or so, they brought Hank in. He's waiting in the car right now. A couple of days after that, Luka, Nate and Charles were taken in. Luka is here -" he pointed at me "- Charles is in the car with Hank, and Nate is dead. He was a cool guy. Anyway, the bad guys stole Charles' serum and put it in us, so that we couldn't use our powers, and we couldn't escape, but then Hank thought up a plan and we escaped, and now we need Wanda's help because the bad guys have snatched the good guys' home and we have to get it back."

The little boy folded his arms, seeming nearly proud of getting all those words out of his mouth.

His mother was silent for a moment.

She didn't even bother asking questions, I realized. I think she just needed to decide whether she trusted her son with this or not.

"Okay," she then said. "You can go. These people sound like good people."

Peter did a small victory dance.

"But, honey... Please, don't leave yet. I haven't seen you in weeks, and besides, Wanda hasn't had breakfast yet. Neither do you, I believe."

The woman looked at us. "

You look on the edge of starving to death, children. Come in, I'll get you a cup of coffee and a slice of bread."

Of course, we couldn't say no to that. Already thanking Ms. Maximoff a hundred times, we followed her into the house.