I'm not sure what's going on, all my formatting is not coming through for the last two chapters. Let's see if I can't figure it out with this one.

Anyway, to answer a few questions, this story is rated M just to cover all bases at the moment. Rather rate higher to be safe. Also, the OOC stuff I'd mentioned has to do with the bits of the story that were written almost 7 years ago, which are these first couple of chapters. I've continued from them and will indicate when the new stuff started. But to fix everything would mean a total rewrite of the first bit, and I'm not up for that. So I'm just editing the most offensive bits :). But again, thanks so much for the reviews! I really appreciate it :)

Ok, so hopefully my formatting issue won't be an issue anymore. Onward!

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"Alright so we're looking at…" Steve was interrupted by the sounds of heels coming down the stairs.

Still looking down he said "Thank you for joining us Wa..."

There she stood.

Full civilian outfit.

Steve's words pierced the air. "What is this? Where is your uniform?"

"I'm not going." she spoke calmly

"What?"

Her voice a little more stern this time, she repeated it. "You heard me. I'm. Not. Going. Nor will I ever be going again." The Scarlet witch pulled back and let her hand drift to her hip. Matter-of-factly she stated. "I'm leaving."

The team just stared at her.

"Wanda, you're not serious," Janet moved to her side.

"I'm sorry Janet, I have to." Wanda walked back towards the stairs when out of nowhere someone had grabbed her arm.

"Wanda I..I'm sorry.. I didn't.. notice I was being so..I just.."

"Yes?"

He spoke softly, Almost begging. " I just.. know how good you are and what you're capable of..Please..."

"Thank you Steve, But I'm not leaving because of you. I just need to clear my head. Once an Avenger, always an Avenger. Rotate the team. You'll find someone to replace me while I'm gone."

"No one will replace you Wanda."

"I'll leave my key on the counter, and Steve?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. I didn't want to leave on a sour note."

He just nodded as she walked back up the stairs.

Steve sat back down and looked at his team mates.

"Alright, like I was saying…"

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Wanda opened the door to her room and to her surprise all of her things had been packed.

Pietro stood with his head down.

"I heard what you said, I thought I'd make it a little easier on you."

"Thank you, I'm glad you're here. I wanted to speak with you too.."

The silver haired speedster looked up at his sister. "What is it?"

"I want you to come with me."

"Wanda, you know I'll come. It's not like I have anything keeping me here except you and TJ. But, well, maybe we're being hasty?" Pietro had a tendency to play devil's advocate.

"I'm not the one who packed everything, Pie," Wanda pointed out.

"I'm not saying you're being hasty in leaving. But, where are we going to go?"

Wanda sat on the bed. "I don't know. I never really thought-" she sighed. "I have to leave, Pietro. I can't stay here anymore."

Pietro joined her. "I know. And I want you to do what you need to do. But we have to think it through."

"Yeah," Wanda responded. She looked over to the crib. Talia stood, holding steadfast to the crib wall. She groaned when she noticed her mother's gaze, and reached out to her. Mommy picked her up out of the crib, and brought her back to the bed with Uncle Pie. Wanda was beaming. "I've never seen her do that before."

"First time for me too," Pietro told her, reaching to his niece. TJ's tail wrapped itself around his index finger. She began to fuss. "Want a binky pixie?" Pietro asked, grabbing a fresh one from the night table. Talia eagerly received the comfort item.

"Where did you ever get the name pixie anyway?" Wanda questioned.

"She looks it. Those fat little cheeks, the pointed ears. Her dad was an elf, right?"

Wanda smirked devilishly. "Not entirely." She raised her eyebrows for emphasis.

"Ok. Too much info. Thanks." He threw his hands up, standing. "It'll take all night to get THAT out of my head."

His sister giggled, rubbing the pixie's back. TJ was fast drifting off. "Pixie's not so bad, I guess." She looked down at her daughter, her eyes slowly closing to golden slits. "We have to figure something out."

Pietro thought for a second. "I think I may have an idea."

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"Good work, team. Although, Jennifer, perhaps next time you-"

"Alright, alright Steve. We did a damn good job. Celebration is in order!" Clint jibed.

"I think I have some white wine in my room. But it's not chilled," Janet suggested.

"Forget wine!" Clint sparred. "Where's my tequila?"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Jennifer slapped hands with Clint as the group made their way to the kitchen. What they saw made them stop.

There on the counter lay Wanda's key. And though they were aware that Wanda intended to leave, part of them didn't believe it would truly happen. This confirmed what they didn't want to accept.

"She really left." Janet spoke softly.

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"Pietro, there's no WAY we can afford to stay here," Wanda said as she followed him, being careful not to wake the carefully covered, sleeping babe in her arms. Her brother had taken her to a luxurious hotel on the upper east side. The lobby was adorned with marble floors and large dripping chandeliers. All in all, a beautiful place to be. Also, an expensive place to be.

"Wanda, I told you, I got it covered," Pietro smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "I want to see how you plan to do this."

"Shh, don't worry." They approached the counter and rang the bell. The man behind turned to them, his head held high in an arrogant position. As soon as he saw the two, though, his position changed. "Mr. Maximoff!" He grabbed Pietro's hand and shook furiously. "Oh, sir, it is such a pleasure to see you again!"

"How are you doing, Andrew?" Pietro smirked, glancing quickly to his sister in an 'I told you so' manner.

"Splendid, Mr. Maximoff, absolutely splendid. And who is your lovely companion?"

"My sister, Wanda," Pietro introduced. "And my little niece, Talia."

Andrew took Wanda's hand and shook it as well. "It's very nice to meet you, Miss. Your brother is quite a wonderful man."

Wanda raised her eyebrow, shaking his hand as she made sure to keep Talia covered. "Thank you, very nice to meet you too."

"Listen, Andrew," Pietro leaned in. "We're in need of a place to stay for a bit, just until we can find a place of our own. Do you think you can help us out?"

"Anything for you, Mr. Maximoff!" Andrew turned toward the key cabinet and picked one out. "Here, room 118 B. You can stay there for now. I can't promise you won't have to move, but it'll be good for the next few days."

Pietro took the key. "Thanks so much, Andrew. We really appreciate it."

"Say nothing more. I'll have a few young men bring up your stuff. Just go on up and get settled."

Wanda followed her twin to the elevator, waving to Andrew appreciatively. " 'Anything for you, Mr. Maximoff,'" she teased. "What the hell was that about?"

"I've done him some favors, no big deal."

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Kurt settled on the couch, clicking on the television for a 'whatever was on' marathon. Not much else to do this Saturday night, and he really hadn't been in the mood in a long time to do much of anything.

"Hey Kurt!" Rang out in a thick southern accent "What *are* you doin'?"

He gestured with the remote. "TV. What do you want, Rogue?"

The southern belle placed her hands on her hips. "Logan and I, and maybe Remy if he'd ever finish getting dressed, are headin' out, and *you're* coming."

"I really don't.."

"What you really don't have is a choice darlin', now stop being mopey and come have some fun!"

Being her forceful little self she grabbed him by the hand and yanked him out the room.

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Wanda sprawled herself out on the giant bed reveling in her new found freedom. "This place is amazing. I don't know how you did it, but I'm impressed."

"Sometimes, I'm just that good, Wan." he said as a smirk creeped its way over his face.

She sat up. Ugh, the unpacking needed to be done.

Pietro knew what his sister was thinking, it had to be the freaky twin thing, and in the blink of an eye everything was unpacked and put up perfectly.

"Show off."

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"Are you done yet?" Rogue snapped

"Oui, just gotta get my coat."

"You primp more than I do swamp rat!" she said with a grin.

"Gotta look my best for you, cheré" Gambit whispered in his gruff Cajun accent.

"Yeah yeah, move it!" she said as she nudged him, in his side.

"You're so impatient..."

Finally dressed they wandered out to the main room where Logan and Kurt sat.

Logan muttered. "Bout time."

"So, where are we going?"

"We're going out to a bar, elf." Logan replied.

" We're Goin' to Bar 81 in SoHo." Rogue added.

Wolverine looked up "Whats so special 'bout bar 81, Ro'?

"It's trendy! Their bathroom is amazing! The stall doors are clear, but when you close them they fog up!"

Everyone just looked at Rogue as if she'd lost it.

"What?"

Remy grinned. "The bathroom cheré? Thats your selling point?"

She crossed her arms, as the three men snickered at her. ".. They have good nachos."

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Pietro watched Wanda and Talia in the bathroom, the baby unconcerned as she sent water flying all over her mother as she tried to bathe her. It just ripped his heart out. Why couldn't he have his little girl? He sighed. He needed to get away from this. "Hey Wan?"

"Yes?" she replied sweetly.

"Would you mind if I head out for a bit.. just to you know, clear my head?"

"Not at all, Pie. Go. Have a good time. You could use it."

"I'll be back later."

Pietro walked down stairs and flipped through the "Things to do" pamphlet in the lobby and decided on an expensive bar in SoHo. After all Pietro was all about trendy and hey, he was an avenger, they wouldn't make *him* pay now would they?

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There you have it, chapter 3. PS apparently formatting IS a huge issue. Hence the '3' dividers. Not the biggest fan, but better than nothing. There are about 3 more chapters before the new stuff. Coming soon!