'Where are you going?'

'Its not you business, Vision.'

Vision nodded.

'Of course.'

Then he left through the walls.

Wanda turned on her feet and quickly fled the building. She didn't want people asking her more questions.

'Hello, Agent Coulson.' Wanda greeted politely.

'Good morning, Miss Maximoff.'

'I suppose you prepared the transportation I asked for?'

'Yes.' Coulson pointed at the black car behind him. 'We need to take a short drive, and then we will go by helicopter.'

Wanda nodded, excited by the fact everything is going to plan.

She was even too excited to realize a pigeon flying after them.

OOO

'Where is Elixir now?'

'On the terrace, Director.'

'For how long?'

'An hour.'

Fury knitted his brow together.

'Get someone to check it out.'

OOO

'Steve, did they move Elixir to a guest room?'

'Well, yes.'

'Without anything like, you know, lasers, poison gas, vault doors, or something?'

'No.'

'Ok.' Tony shrugged. 'So they are basically allowing him to go around on his own, right?'

'Yes.'

'What convinced Fury to do that?'

'Um, yesterday I sort of overheard what Fury and Hela said.' Steve looked guilty. 'She said she will provide help if Fury allows Elixir to be in a proper room, and gives him access to anything he needs. And also she said he needs training.'

'So, basically, all the conditions are about Elixir?'

'Yeah. She said Elixir is going to be an important part of defeating Thanos.'

Tony frowned. It's hard to imagine the scrawny little dude fighting a giant that wants to destroy everything.

'Yeah, he will definitely need training.' Tony shuddered.

'Heard Nat is taking over.' Clint muttered from where he is on the sofa.

Tony made a stinky face.

'Tell her to be nicer. Last time she convinced me to play with her and I ended up in a wheelchair.'

'I am not one to tell her what to do.'

'Guys!' Bruce opened the door, panting. 'Elixir is not in the facility anymore!'

OOO

'Thanks for the ride!'

'Six hours, don't forget!'

Then the chopper whirled and roared. It flew further and further until it was no more than a speck in the cloudless sky.

Wanda turned and stepped into the cemetery. Rows and rows of identical stones stretched out, each representing a loss from Sokovia. But this time, Wanda is only looking for one.

She forced herself to keep on going, and tried not to focus on the other tombs, but its impossible.

Gabriella Lindy Blanca, 69

Rena Prohits, 38

Maximus Gordon, 58

Daniel Lewis, 23

Grace Ko, 8

Pietro Maximoff-

Wanda steadied herself and rubbed her eyes. No, if she's going to see her brother one last time, she's not going to have a melt down.

A flapping came from above. An eagle glided through the air and came down slowly onto Pietro. Its feathers ruffled and its claws scrapped the stone. It looked at Wanda with its golden eyes.

'Shoo!' Wanda cried. But the eagle didn't budge, only to stare at her even more.

Wanda felt uneasy. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know when Pietro will come either. Or maybe he will never come, maybe yesterday was a dream.

'Yeah, I was hallucinating.' Wanda said quietly to herself. The eagle tipped its head to one side, as if trying to understand.

'I mean, how can a angel of the dead come over to me and tell me she put me up with a meeting with my brother?' She continued. The eagle seemed to nod.

'Or its one of the agents jokes.'

The eagle lowered its head to scratch under its great wings.

'You may as well pay attention too.' Wanda muttered. 'I am having one of my rare moments where I am going crazy and talking to a bird.'

It didn't show it heard.

'Yeah,' Wanda slouched over and sat herself down in front of the grave. 'I am going mad. I am suppose to be the one manipulating people's minds, and now I am going mad.'

The eagle jerked its head up, as if suddenly interested.

'Hmm? Interested in getting people crazy, aren't you?'

The eagle blinked.

'Right, you are annoying me. If I allow myself to just try…' Wanda raised her hand and pretended to snap something. The eagle, however, didn't look threatened and went back to grooming itself.

Wanda put on her sarcastic face.

'Just get off my brother's tomb, will you?'

No answer.

'Get, off.'

No answer.

Wanda let a little wisp of red energy out from her palm. It shot towards the bird, giving it a sting and making it topple off.

'Ha!' Wanda scoffed. 'That's for not listening to me.'

The eagle straightened itself and puffed out its chest in dignity.

'Still pretending to be America symbol, hmm? Well, you need a white head for that, not brown all over.'

It turned its back to her and trotted off.

'Wait! Stay!'

The eagle didn't stop.'

'Please~'

It finally turned around and flapped its way back onto the stone. Wanda swore she saw it smirking.

'Right then,' Wanda scanned her head for conversation starters to pass the time. Even though, of course, she will be the only one talking.

'You have any hobbies?' As soon as the question came out Wanda felt more stupid. In her mad world, eagles like drawing.

'Are you alone?'

The eagle snapped at a butterfly in the air.

'Well, I am.' Wanda crossed her legs. 'I mean, family wise.'

The wind picked up, tossing bits of leaves and dust into the air.

'My parents died in a bombing. My brother died a few months ago.'

Funny, she thought to herself. Why do I feel a lot better? Like a knot in her chest, unraveling and loosening its grip.

'How does it feel like to fly?'

'How does it feel like to have wings?'

Wanda found herself pelted random question after random question at the eagle, even when she isn't expecting an answer.

Eventually, when the sun was directly above them, she knew she couldn't keep her temporary companion any longer. After all, she might go without a lunch, but the eagle definitely wouldn't be happy.

'Its, nice to see you.' Wanda looked up. 'You may go now.'

It peered sadly at her, as if pitying.

'Don't.' She warned, pointed a finger at it.

The eagle got the message and took off. Its wings lifting it off the ground, sending it soaring upwards at a most amazing speed that it seemed to be a miracle. It circled the sky a few times before hovering, diving, spinning, as if showing off acrobat skills. When it finished, it flapped slowly and silently off into the distance.

OOO

'Have you seen Wanda?' Steve asked. 'Or Sam? Or Peter?'

'No.' Natasha answered.

'Hmm.' Steve frowned. 'Why does everyone seem to be missing today?'

'Maybe they all wanted some free time to themselves. Shield is a bit dull.'

'Yes, that might be it.'

'Why are you always scared of young people running off?'

'I am not scared.'

'Yes, of course you are not.' Then Natasha sauntered off, leaving Steve utterly in conflict with himself.

OOO

The city is truly amazing if you look at it from above. Elixir thought. The streets spreading out like a spider web, keeping the place together in one piece. The cars and trucks and people moving like ants.

It is a lot different from Asgard or Jotunheim. There will only be one big place where the royalties live in, and where the King and his family lives, and the rest of the kingdom would be pretty much scattered houses and huts surrounding the castle walls. Here, there are lots of tall buildings, or 'skyscrapers' as Tony called them. And many people who don't know each other live in one same building.

A flock of pigeons flew past underneath him, so he quickly switched and merged in with the crowd. The birds were so dumb they didn't notice a thing.

As they happened to pass over the Shield facility building, he did a quick dive and landed lightly on the floor.

Ok, no lasers.

He hopped around for a little, pecking and pretending to be as pigeon-like as possible. He's practicing, since this form seemed to be more convenient than a bat or a crow. He's collecting forms, actually. You never know when you need something specific to change to.

A curious figure opened a door. It's a man, really. It looked like one, but it had something on its back, like metal wings.

Birds, Captain, practice, get some fresh air.

Surely it wouldn't work. Elixir scratched himself.

The man didn't even look in his direction as he prepared himself. He stretched out the metal limbs, examining them closely before tugging them on. Red light shot out, but, as in 'solid' light.

Elixir squinted. Maybe his mind is playing tricks.

The man leapt off the railing.

Elixir started panicking. He quickly looked down over the side to see the man gliding around the building with ease. He flapped them and started ascending.

Cool. He thought.

Someone else opened the door again. Elixir quickly went back to pecking the floor as a man in a strange blue and red costume walked out.

Crawling, meeting with Tony, webs.

Elixir shuddered. He was never fond of spiders.

The man with wings saw this as well and landed. The wings drew back into a folded shape.

'Hello, Peter.'

'Hi Sam.' The costume man took out some cans. 'Here.'

'Thanks.'

There's a few pops and fizzing. Then the men started drinking in silence as they gazed over the city. The costume man didn't bother to lift his mask off though, only to lift off a bit to show his mouth to drink.

'Wouldn't Captain be looking for us?' Sam asked.

'Yeah, he wouldn't admit it, but he is freaking out.'

'Hmph. Its not like we would run away and 'join the Dark Side'.'

Peter smiled at the quote.

'And then turn into Darth Vaders and control robots of evil.'

Sam sniggered.

'Without one hand.'

Then they both started laughing. Elixir only stared.

Peter turned his head around to survey the area. He fixed on him.

'Is it just me or do you think this pigeon is suspicious?'

Sam turned as well.

'You are just being paranoid.'

Peter frowned.

'Yeah, paranoid. Of course its ok to be paranoid in a place like Shield.'

'Fine.' Sam walked up to Elixir. 'Go on, pigeon, are you going to explode or what?'

Elixir started pecking again.

'See, Peter, its only a bird, not a detonator.'

'Yeah, it might not be. But did you hear about the guy that came here with a dead person?'

Elixir pretended not to hear.

'Yeah, so?'

'And he happened to have shape-shifting powers as well.'

Sam rolled his eyes.

'Its just a stupid bird, Peat.'

'Oh shut up, Sammy.'

'Oi!'

'Right, enough for you two. Stop behaving like children.' A voice called out.

Everyone turned to see Natasha sashaying over.

'What are you two arguing about anyway?'

'Peter insists that that pigeon is the shape-shifter.'

'I am only suggesting!'

'Quiet you two.' The boys both shut up.

Natasha turned towards Elixir. He froze.

'Elixir, there's no need for you to eavesdrop on people's conversations.'

Flames surround him. His limbs grew longer. The itchy feathers melted awak. When everything clear, the boys gasped.

'I am not eavesdropping.' Elixir muttered.

'Yes you are.' Natasha said calmly.

'I am merely practicing before these two walked in themselves.'

'Practicing?'

'To pretend to be a bird.' Elixir turned to the men. 'I did a great job, didn't I?'

'Less staring and more moving around.' Sam answered.

'Ok.'

'Where were you in the morning?' Natasha questioned. 'Fury nearly had a heart attack.'

'I thought I am free to go wherever I want whenever I want.'

'If you tell someone first.'

'So,' Peter said, cautiously. 'You are not evil or anything?'

Elixir shrugged.

'I do what I think is right.'

'Ok.' Peter slightly slackened his posture. 'At least its better than 'doing what everyone else hates'.'

'So, who exactly is he now?' Sam asked Natasha.

'Guest.' She replied shortly.

'Well, hello.' Peter walked up to him and shook his hand. 'I am Spiderman, but my real name is Peter Parker.'

'Falcon.' The other man walked over. 'Sam Wilson.'

'Hello.'

'Wait, so you came from another world, right?'

'Well, I move a lot.'

'You came to earth before, Elixir?'

'One or twice.'

'When?'

'I don't remember exactly, but the last time I came is, um, 9.11? I don't know why they call it that. Some sort of disaster, I guess.'

'Oh. So, you know how to use computers, phones and stuff?'

'Yeah, a bit.'

'Phew.' Peter took off his mask to reveal a young face and brown hair. He wiped his forehead. 'Then you are definitely better to be with than Thor.'

OOO

Natasha watched the pair disappear through the door as Peter tried to explain to Elixir how his web shooter works.

Sam looked at Natasha incredulously.

'You set them up?'

'I only took the opportunity to do so.'

'So, he's more than 'guest', isn't he?'

'No,' Natasha nodded. 'He's a lot more than that.'