So much chaos and craziness is going on all around me as I hear screams of panic and fear echo everywhere. The sound of crashing as things fall out of the sky from buildings and what looks to be hover vehicles as they land in random spots. There's a giant hole visible from where I stand that's directly above Stark tower where I notice random things are flying out of this hole and zooming into view with blasting of guns and lasers attached to them. Captain America stands close by with Thor and two other people while they are fighting what looks like scaled humans wearing armor. There's even a giant green monster leaping from building to building smashing and hitting anything in its way.

My mouth is dry, staring at everything at once and my head spins as I try to make sense of it. I have no idea what's going on but it doesn't look good. Then I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and pull me backwards. As soon as this happened I realized that it was in time to not get crushed by a falling piece of metal from a huge flying what looks to be a monster spaceship. I know that sounds hard to believe, and I'd 100% tell anyone that was crazy too if I hadn't seen it myself.

"You okay?"

I stare at the thing that almost killed me for a few seconds longer before I turn my head to the voice. The first thing I notice is that this person is tall because I have to look up to their face. I almost can't even make words when I see who it is. "I-I...yes. Thank you."

The man in a full body American flag colored uniform smiles down at me with his blue helmet sporting the Capital letter A on it. He's holding a round red and white shield that has a silver star surrounded by blue on it. It's Captain America himself. "You need to get behind the barriers for your safety."

I take a deep breath and nod, not able to process that he's actually standing in front of me as he gives me one last smile before he takes off past me and towards another not from this world enemy. I can't grasp what happened as I watch him run off, mouth slightly open in shock because it was Captain Freaking America who saved me. But that thought is distracted when I hear my best friend's voice call my name and I turn to where his voice came from. Archie is covered in dust and his clothes are ripped as he's running my way with my dad.

"Maddie!" He yells again, as if I didn't hear him the first time.

"Did you see that?!" I yell back to him over all the commotion of loud sounds as they both get to me.

My dad sets his hand to my shoulder and squeezes it, "Are you okay?"

I nod and stare at both of them, "But did you SEE that?"

"All the monsters? It's hard to miss." My dad says in confusion.

"Come on we have to go." Archie says now, turning his head to make sure everything is clear and runs off the opposite way from where they came from.

That's obviously not what I meant when I asked did they see but I let it go for now and keep my pace behind him with my dad right next to me. There's a loud noise seeping into my ears and more screams so I look to my side from the noise and see a bomb hit the ground in the middle of a group of people. Before I can process that it explodes and the bodies scattered everywhere, leaving me left in pure shock.

It's a couple weeks later when my eyes shoot open in fear from this dream, my head is throbbing so bad that it feels like it's going to cut in half. I take deep breaths, almost as if I can't get any air in just before I sit up in my bed and grasp my head from a headache. I feel my heart is hammering hard in my chest and sweat is dripping down my face. The darkness to my room makes me know that it's still night as I turn on my lamp and then look around, realizing that I'm in my room at the Sokovian headquarters and not in the middle of the invasion in New York. This half relieves me knowing I'm not in that atmosphere but at the same time being here when I know that I haven't been home in a while also scares me.

I take another breath regardless and wipe my face, my head is pounding so bad that I have to close my eyes. "You're okay." I whisper to myself, needing the fear I felt that day to go away.

"Hey..." a soft Sokovian accent says to me.

I slowly open my eyes and look towards my door to see Wanda staring at me in concern through the half opened door. Since I was a kid I always slept with my door cracked open, needing to know it'd never get locked in. A very irrational fear but I feel like in this case and in this place it would be a real thing. However, I didn't even notice someone had been standing in the doorway until now. "H-Hey."

She tilts her head in curiosity for a second before saying, "Are you okay?"

I press my lips together with a soft smile as I wipe the sweat off of my face and nod, "Bad dream."

She nods a bit herself and half smiles, "I figured. I could hear you screaming in my head."

I hiss a bit and give an apologetic look, forgetting she can sense me whether I'm awake or not. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to waking people with my thoughts."

Wanda smiles a little more and shakes her head, "You didn't wake me."

I purse my lips a bit, "Couldn't sleep?"

She half smiles and shakes her head, "One of those nights."

I give her a bit of a smile before scooting over and I tap the side where it's free on my bed.

She seems to hesitate for a second before opening my door more and walks inside. "You don't mind?"

I watch her close the door behind her, half wishing she wouldn't. But I don't say anything since I know I won't be alone and shake my head. "Two telepathic people who can't sleep? Sounds like we need some company."

She laughs a little bit as she gets to my bed now and I pull the covers up so she can get in. Then I lean over her and towards my nightstand to grab the TV remote, "Wanna watch a movie?"

Wanda is silent for a second before saying, "Maybe a sitcom instead?"

I give a thinking face for a second, wondering which TV show she'd go for as I hand her the remote. "As long as it can help me sleep I'm down for anything."

She presses the on button on the remote now, "TV doesn't help with sleep, but it helps me relax."

"It helps with the voices?"

She nods, searching OnDemand for a show. "It eases the voices to a whisper."

I tap my chin, "Whispers you say?"

She laughs and stares at me, right in the eyes and nods. "A resting mind is the only way to get some sleep."

"No arguments here." I smile and then lay back down onto my pillow as I pass her an extra one, "Sitcom away." I'm staring at the TV as I get comfortable, but I can see in the corner of my eye that she's smiling at me. I'm glad she's here.

...

Having nights where we hang out became a routine after this day because we knew that it would be the only thing to help with our wandering minds after long days and weeks of craziness. Whether it would be a movie in one of our rooms or hanging around in the media room, sometimes even relaxing in the game room with some beers in hand and a nice game of pool (billiards). In this country the age to drink is 16, so it took some getting used to.

I honestly love this part of the day because I always look forward to us all hanging out since Archie and Pietro would join us too. But by the end of the nights the majority of the time me and her would be the only ones left to wait till everyone else was asleep. It helped with not getting random waves of voices when we weren't on our guard and once these nights became frequent Strucker and his soldiers weren't keeping such a tight leash on me and Archie. It was normally to the point that we wouldn't be able to stay up after a certain time, but now they don't. I'm not sure if it's from trust or because he knows that the twins are able to handle it from here since we hang around them a lot more.

One night a few weeks later we ended up in her room to watch a movie called The Hunger games. I've seen this movie plenty of times but she's never gotten the chance since being Anti-America they don't interact much with anything related to us. The most she's been able to do is watch her sitcoms because she grew up on those with her parents and it holds up in her memories and heart enough to keep watching them. But on occasion they'll give into other things for our benefits, and watching American made movies is one of them. So tonight is The Hunger Games, and we're all already in our PJs. I'm in long cotton plaid blue pants with a black Harry Potter t-shirt that says 'I'm a catch' (yes, I know DORK ALERT, I've been told). Archie is in green basketball shorts and a New York Giants football T, Wanda has on a long sleeved black sweat-shirt and black shorts while Pierto is wearing red silk PJ pants and a plain white shirt. We are all comfortable and ready to hit the hay whenever, but obviously us time comes first after so much training on a daily basis.

As we watch the movie we are all scattered around her room in different spots. Other than her bed there's also a futon and armchair, because hers and Pietro's rooms are a lot bigger than ours since they've been here a lot longer. Mine and Archie's rooms only have a bed, a metal chair, a dresser and a table. So you'd better believe we take advantage of their space when we can.

As we watch the movie I'm lying on my side in a ball on the futon with my head in Pietro's lap, Archie is on the armchair and Wanda is sitting against the wall on her bed covered in a blanket. Every once in a while I see Wanda's head turn to me and I'll look over at her with a smile. There's something in her eyes that makes me curious but we both agreed to not invade each other's privacy by reading our thoughts if it isn't necessary or without permission. But all I know is the look she's giving me is going to drive me nuts if I can't find out what she's thinking about.

Then one by one the boys leave. Archie goes to bed around 8pm after a long day of training while Pietro finally calls it a night when midnight hits. I sit up and take my head off of his lap so he can stand. When he does this gives Wanda the time to leap off of her bed and jumps onto the futon beside me to take his spot. He just shakes his head at her before placing a kiss to her head.

"Happy birthday, sis."

She smiles up at him, "Happy birthday to you too."

I blink slowly as he looks at me and then rubs my head in a goodbye as if I didn't just hear what they said. "It's your birthday?"

They both half laugh and nod, "It's 12am, so yes." he says.

"And you're leaving?"

"I'm beat."

I smile at him saying an American phrase that he seems to have picked up from us, then I shake my head. "Sucha party pooper, going to bed so early." I say with a laugh.

He starts to head to his sister's door with a subtle way of a middle finger gesture that adds the thumb up too, "That's what I think of your American slang miss life of the party."

I shake my head and laugh at him, "That's rude, Speedy."

He smirks at me from my usual nickname for him, "You didn't see that coming?" he says sarcastically.

"Oh ha ha, you're hilarious."

"Funny is my middle name, fire girl."

I roll my eyes from the nickname, not that I should be surprised since I called him Speedy. "Don't let me have to knock you out on your birthday."

"I'd like to see you try, shorty."

I raise my eyebrows at him as I hear Wanda's voice echoing the 'ooooo' sound, "What did you call me?"

He presses his lips together, backing away slowly. "Short..." he backs up more, "IE!" Then he runs away, the silver blur lagging behind him from his super speed.

"Why you!" I stand up to go after him but then I feel a hand grab my wrist before I can take off and gently get pulled back onto the futon. I turn my head as I sit back down and purse my lips, "He's gonna get it tomorrow."

Wanda laughs at me before letting go of my wrist and hands me one of the ends to her blanket, "He'll be prepared for your comeback, you'll have to surprise him."

I grab the end she gives me and cover myself up, crossing my legs on the futon and lean back into the cushion with my eyes to the screen. "You'll help me of course."

She laughs and looks at the TV again too, "Obviously. Can't let him get away with messing with you."

I smile and look back at her, pressing my lips together gently. For a few seconds it's quiet, just staring at her while she's looking at the movie. Then I tilt my head a bit, "Wanda?"

Her intense gaze on the movie as it's starting to get deeper into the plot shifts away from the TV and back to me, her smile creeping up on her. "Yeah?"

"I...well, I feel like something's wrong."

A confused look comes to her face now, "Wrong in what way?"

I give a thinking face, trying to figure out how to explain. So I turn my body a little more to her so I'm looking at her better, placing my arm up onto the top of the couch so it's outstretched a bit. I notice she stares at my arm as I do this and then looks back at me, "Like...I can sense an uneasiness from you, but I don't want to invade your space with..." I point to my forehead to indicate our powers, "You know."

She seems to get what I'm trying to say as she smiles a bit, now stretching her arm out a bit as she places her hand onto mine. "I'm fine. I've just been a little off lately."

I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch her eyes, trying to tell if she's lying the old fashioned way. "You'd tell me though if something was bothering you, right?"

It's almost like I can feel her heart sinking by the way her face drops for a split second, but then goes back to normal. "I have a lot of thoughts."

"I know, I'm usually able to hear them." I playfully say to her with a smile.

She laughs a bit, her face turning red. "I know. Same with you." She jokes back as she now rests her head on her hand when she brings it away from mine.

I wait for her to continue to talk to me but I can tell she's shutting down, so I say. "I'm here for you, Wanda. You don't have to hide whatever is in your head from me."

She shifts her eyes for a second as she takes a breath before they are back to mine and I smile reassuringly to her, not wanting to break eye contact. "I was jealous."

I scrunch up my eyebrows for a second, rubbing my finger against the cushion. "Of what?"

"You and Pietro."

A small smile creeps up on me, understanding the natural concept of feeling like a third wheel as I shake my head and slightly laugh. "There's nothing going on with me and your brother."

Now she shakes her head, "No..." she half laughs, seeming nervous. "I'd know if you guys were dating. I see the way you act with him is the same way you are with Archie."

"So you're jealous of how we act?"

She presses her lips together, "In a way."

Okay, now I'm confused and start to shake my head. "I don't..." I blink slowly, thinking carefully. "Wait..."

Her face turns red and she bites her lip. The whole time she has her eyes on me but I can see her hand move away from the resting spot it had been in a fist under her head and instead ends up smoothing out a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Not totally shocked by what just happened I blush a little, watching her hand now land onto the blankets where our legs would be. The shock of the conversation has me keep my eyes to her hand for a while, licking my lips a bit. Then I stare back up at her and see she's smiling at me, "W-Why are you looking at me like that?"

She smiles more, rubbing her finger against the blanket and now I notice that her hand is on my leg when she does it. "Because you're adorable."

I start to turn red again, laughing nervously. "I'm just me."

"And that's all it takes."

I keep my eyes on her the whole time, listening as she talks and taking in every word of it. "Well I..." A loud singing voice that comes from outside her room makes me jump, and I can tell she jumps too. It's almost like a horrible screeching sound. So I turn my head to the door that's still open from when Pietro ran off.

"Jorge is doing his night round." She says with a laugh.

"Why does he always sound like a dying cat?" I ask as I look back at her.

"Madison, that's so mean." She presses her lips together and sets her hand over her mouth from the way I said it, her body shaking as she tries to hide a laugh.

Now I smile from her reaction and start to laugh too, except I can't hide it and start cracking up at my own not so nice joke. "I'm sorry." I laugh harder and have to bury my face into the blanket as I pull it up to my face.

Wanda lets out her laugh and I can hear the cute sound she makes when she does, "That was amazing."

I laugh a little more before poking my eyes out of the blanket, but every time I look at her I start up again. So I end up falling forward from how hard I'm cracking up at this point and just press my forehead to her shoulder. "Remind me to never talk to people about their lack of talents."

Her hand goes to my head and rubs it a bit, which makes me shift my head in a way so I can look at her while resting it on her shoulder. My face is still heated from all the laughing I'm doing but I smile at her. The look she's giving me makes my heart leap and my stomach turn. Am I dreaming?