"Are your eyelashes like for real?" Pietro had to angle head away from the bride's fingers that were close to poking his eye out.

They were in the new Avengers Centre in a lift with Romanoff, who despite the nonsense that was escaping the woman's mouth managed to keep a blank face.

"Cause when I had a prom, and I was planning on becoming the prom queen, I mean who else other than Bernice Eugenie Rimbaud-", she stopped herself at seeing Pietro's confused expression. "That's my name obviously. And so I wanted to go all the way, so I put on fake eyelashes."

"Take her to the medical." Romanoff told him, walking down a corridor without a leaving glance, leaving Pietro to the task.

"Are you even listening to me?" Bernice asked him annoyed, slapping at his chest with the plastic figurine.

Pietro rolled his eyes at her, pushing the button that would take them to the medical floor. "Never heard anything better."

She nodded firmly and continued. "Ok. So, something went wrong and I honestly don't know what, but the lashes on my left eye was quite a bit a lot askew, so I thought that I have to correct that. I could have gone about it differently, but I did what I thought was the best in my opinion."

He couldn't wait to the moment when he would lay her on a stretcher and could leave. It was still a bit funny what she was saying, but it was bordering with slightly insane and hysterical and the damn tuxedo was constricting him and he wanted to tear it off and preferably go for a run naked around the whole facility. It's not like anyone would notice anyway. Best before Wanda noticed him and started fussing over him again.

Truth to be told, he never thought he would be this happy and relieved to see medical floor ever again.

"So I took scissors and tried to even them out, but my hand slipped and I cut off my own lashes and I went to the prom looking like a clipped cow that doesn't know how to use glue." She huffed, clutching the figurine close to her chest. "But who could have known that glue was so damn sticky?"

"Well," Pietro said walking to an empty doctor station. "Apparently you don't." He laid her on a stretcher in the middle of the room and reached over to push a big yellow button that would call the doctor.

He was walking to the door to leave when a distraught voice stopped him.

"Wait!" The bride shouted at him, struggling to take a seat on the stretcher. "You can't just leave. I still don't have your rabies." She pouted, widening her eyes.

Pietro shook his head. "Maybe next time, sweetheart. I still got plenty of them left." He told her smirking, running hands through his hair that was in disarray from when she was playing with it.

Just when he was in the doorway from where he could see a doctor with two nurses rushing in, a sniffle echoed through the room. Pietro supressed a wince, hesitant to turn around to prove his suspicion that she was crying again.

"Is it become I'm not young and sweet?" She wailed loudly behind him. Something hit his turned back and then it fell on the floor. Pietro looked down and saw the figurine that she had in her hands, now laying on the floor with the groom's hand partially missing now.

He turned to look at the crying mess on the stretcher.

Now he couldn't help but to wince. She was a sight that was sure. Wild hair, run down make up, huge frilly dress that still stuck to her upper body like a glove, the figure held loosely in her left hand and crying her eyes out. Pietro felt something akin to pity in his chest.

With a reasoning that she could be someone's sister, and Pietro would kill anyone that would make Wanda cry, he trudged back to her, dragging a nearby chair with him. When he reached the stretcher, he plopped down on the chair and leaned back, but not before tugging of the jacket and draping it over the back of the chair.

"Are we going to make bunnies?" Bernice watched with half hooded eyes the movement of his nimble fingers popping the button of his vest coat open.

Thankfully he was saved from answering by the medical personnel that came into the room.

He pushed the chair back to a wall, staying put in fear that she was going to start wailing the second he stood up.

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"So, how's Miss Rainbow doing? Already carrying your bunnies?" A voice joined him when he was walking from a briefing, happily dressed in t-shirt and sweats.

Pietro glanced at the archer on his right. "News travel fast around this place. Seems like I have a competition."

Barton chuckled. "I wouldn't say that." He told him, shaking his head. "Never seen anyone run faster naked than you."

Pietro raised an eyebrow at him, a corner of his mouth lifting. "Enjoyed the show?"

Barton shook his head again. "Not me. But the ladies in the control room did. Took the time to calibrate the cameras and look through the records to appreciate your level of fitness."

Pietro smiled. "Well I'm sure that you enjoyed it very much." He told the archer.

"What are you even talking about."

"You know, for someone who makes his living by lying, I would have thought you would do a better job at that." Pietro told him jokingly. "What are you still doing here anyway? Thought you would be back home now."

The archer shrugged his shoulders. "I offered to train these two newbies that keep getting on my nerves. They are related I think. One has silver hair and is really annoying. " Pietro gave him a look rounding the corner when he froze in his tracks.

Clint bumped into him. "What are you…" He trailed off, his eyes stopping at the sight that met his eyes. He gave Pietro a clap on his shoulder. "Well buddy, if anyone asks, I wasn't here when it happened." With a wave over his shoulder Clint left, leaving Pietro facing his twin that had an angry expression on her face.

"Can I go as well?" Pietro asked sheepishly watching as his twin sister walked closer to him. It made him think that he should have probably told her that he was going on a mission himself. But the deed is done and there is nothing he can do about it now.

"You are not going anywhere." She hissed at him, a faint red hue appearing around her fingers.

Pietro raised his hands in a calming manner. "Look I know I should have told you that I was going on a mission, but if I did, would you have let me go there?" He asked her.

Wanda didn't hesitate a second. "No I wouldn't. And I probably won't for another 10 years. What were you thinking?"

"I going crazy around here. I couldn't stay coped in these walls anymore. I felt caged in and I had to go out. Believe me when I say that I am not that reckless to go to a mission that could be dangerous without telling you." He told her sincerely, gently taking her hands into his, cradling them.

"No you're right." She told him quietly and Pietro watched as the red was slowly fading away. "You are way more reckless and stupid. Don't you ever think about going somewhere without telling me first." She hissed at him, but left her hands in his.

Pietro rolled his eyes at her good-naturally. "Wouldn't dream about it baby sister." At his quip about her being younger by 12 minutes, Wanda's eyes softened.

"Let's go to eat something. I'm starving." He told her and they started walking towards a cafeteria. All that talk about radishes and cake left him feeling hungrier than usual.

"So," Wanda started conversationally as they were walking. "What is it that I hear about becoming an aunt?" She asked him, looking at her twin from corner of her eye.

"That got to you already?" Pietro mumbled, his stormy eyes spotting wide double doors leading to cafeteria. "Some radish-hating would-be-bride with saviour's complex when it comes to snails wants me to father her bunnies. That not the weirdest proposal that I heard."

"Sounds like you had fun on the mission." Wanda commented casually, entering the cafeteria. Her jade green eyes scanned the room quickly, noticing that it was almost empty. She knew her brother the best, like no one else knew him on the whole world. Knew that he got bored quickly, has short temper and attention span of six year old child. Though he wasn't like that with her, attuned to her presence, he got quickly bored and flighty with people that couldn't keep up with him.

"Yes it was." He said, piling his tray high, sampling almost everything in the path.

"And what about you, sister?" He asked her, waiting for her to finish filling her plate.

"What about me?" She asked him absent-mindedly looking through the fruit section. She had a thing about picking about perfectly red apples with no blemishes on them.

"You and that red guy.." He started. Wanda's hand hesitated above one apple that she picked in her mind. "Any children that I should know about? Because I won't see that coming for sure." He snickered at what he said.

But it seemed that Wanda didn't find it so funny and as an evidence of her displeasure, she flicked her wrist letting an apple hit her brother into forehead.

"Ouch. What was that for? I'm still recovering you know." He told, rubbing the spot where the apple bounced off.

"Really, now?" She asked with a fake surprise etched on her face.

"I thought it was funny." He told her in his defence as they sat next to a table that was in the far end of the cafeteria. "Because his name is Vision? So that's why?" He asked, eyes searching her face.

He sighed in disappointment at her expression. "I get it, it wasn't that funny."

Pietro waited a minute as they started eating.

"But I bet," he said around a mouthful of spaghetti, "that he know who is going to come."

He would have laughed if it wasn't for the plate of pasta in his face.

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"Maximoff, you are needed at the medical." A guard told the sleeping wonder twin cautiously. Pietro grunted and turned on other side, throwing an arm over his face.

The guard shuffled and cursed himself for being the one to wake him up. Though having been here only a few weeks, with only one of them after having been released from the medical, everyone in the whole facility knew that the silver haired speedster had an uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere, anytime usually in weird places and positions. And that waking him up was best left to his equally freaky twin.

Taking a plastic baton in hand, he carefully poked Pietro in the shoulder. "Maximoff, wake up."

Pietro let out a slow grumble, muffled by his arm.

The guard took it as a good sign that the Avenger was waking up and continued. "That lady that you brought in-"

"Attention all personnel. Unknown gifted individual located in the med bay, room 351. Code Violet. Threat uncategorized."

"-just woke up." The guard wasn't even sure that Pietro opened his eyes under mass of silver hait that was falling into his face when he was gone in a flash.

Out of many peculiar wake up calls, this one almost made it to the top.

Arriving at the medical room, Pietro had to stand on his tiptoes to see over the swarm of heavily armoured agents with their weapons trained at the bride still clad in her dress and a gun in her hand. He raised an eyebrow at the weapon and turned to an agent closest to him.

"Madam, put the gun down." Steve told the lady in an authorative voice. Pietro perked up when he head him and only then realized that the Captain was closest to the girl, with one hand outstretched in front of him in a placating manner, the other wrapped around his shield.

"A what now?" Bernice asked him with a dumbfounded expression on her face before lifting the hand with a gun on front of her face. Eyes widening at the sight, she shrieked, dropping the weapon in a millisecond, the gun clattering to the floor next to few radishes that only now Pietro noticed.

And of course, why not, the gun fell at the exact angle that it somehow shot. Steve reacted immediately, his shield catching the bullet mid-air. Pietro would have gotten it sooner of course, but he was too entranced by the show in front of him that he didn't really care.

Steve's eyes flashed, putting shield in other hand. "Madam,.." He started, his voice strong.

But Bernice had none of it. "Put that Frisbee away or God help me I swear I'll take it from you." She told him in a high-pitched voice, shaking finger pointing at the shield.

"Clint." Steve said quietly and Pietro would have noticed a small dart sailing though the air if he wasn't so busy watching a strange flickering in the air. It looked a lot like the waves in the air above a campfire or roof of cars when there is a heat wave.

With the dart finding it's way into Bernice neck, the unlucky girl swayed on spot and fell into Pietro's arms after a few seconds. No way that he was letting Steve get to her first.

"So… what happened?" He asked quietly, adjusting her weight in his arms.

"Take her to the containment room, just to be sure." He told him and then turned to address the agents. "And you take radishes of her meal menu, immediately."

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