"She's your what now?" Sam said incredulously. "I thought it was just you and Speedy!"

I groaned and glared at him. Vision had called a team meeting, feeling that this was not something that could be kept quiet. Family members of the avengers had to have tabs kept on them, be constantly watched in case of a threat.

"So if this is your sister- "Clint began.

I cut him off. "I know that it's her. There is no doubt in my mind. Trust me when I say that hers is not a face you forget easily."

Steve leaned back and crossed his arms. "Why did we never know that you had a sister? This is crucial information. Wouldn't you want to protect her?"

I shook my head. "It's not that simple, Steve. I thought she was dead."

"What?" Tony said. "She obviously isn't. What would lead you to think that?"

I flinched with the impact of the memory that flashed in my mind's eye, and was taken back to the day my parents died.

Helena was laughing, her sides shaking with mirth. She never could keep a straight with Pietro, though she was cold as ice with everyone else. Pietro pulled another goofy face, and the nine year old dissolved into silent, bone shaking laughter. My parents smiled at each other, and I was content to grin at my sister's smiling face and my twin's antics. Pietro glanced at me and made a face, and a smirk climbed onto my face. I loved these moments, moments where the outside world seemed like a bad dream and it felt like their humble apartment was a safe, happy bubble.

I especially loved that Pietro could make my little sister laugh. The girl was abnormally serious, even compared to most adults. Helena had a slightly unearthly quality about her, and people fear what they don't understand, so of course she had no friends. The kids would run and look down if approached by her, and though the girl was so prideful she wouldn't admit it, but I knew it hurt her. I had seen Helena crying behind the dumpster on two occasions, and on both I had taken my spare change and bought Helena her favorite sweet: venčeky. Pietro made her laugh, but I was the one Helena talked to.

"Why do they hate me?" Helena had asked, tears dipping down her face, the water making her eyes that much more piercing.

"Hviezda," I said, reaching out to rub the girl's shoulder. "You intimidate them."

"I don't try to!" Helena said, throwing her hands in the air.

I laughed. "I know. And it's their loss if they reject you. They'll never be able to taste Mama's Bryndzové Halušky or play with our secret stash of action figures."

Helena smirked. "Their loss. We have the limited editions."

We talked for a while longer before returning home. That was the last time I had seen Helena cry. Mostly because it was one of the last times I had seen her.

That night shells had rained from the sky into our tiny apartment. Pietro had grabbed me and pulled me under the bed, but our parents fell through a hole blown in the center of the room. I had frantically scanned the room for Helena, at last seeing her hanging onto the edge of the hole with one hand, her chin just barley on the precipice, her eyes unwavering from mine.

"Helena!" I cried. "Hold on, I'm coming!"

But then the building had rumbled and shook with a mighty rage, and Pietro had pulled me to his chest in a vice-like grip, refusing to loosen his hold until it was too late. Helena had fallen into the abyss without even a scream. The last thing I had seen were her piercing ice-blue eyes, holding mine as she slipped over the edge.

I shook myself out of the nightmare. "She fell over ten stories," I said quietly, meeting each of my teammates' eyes. "At the time, it seemed impossible that she had survived." But she had. And it didn't completely shock me. I knew now that the world was must stranger than most people believed, and it wasn't unfathomable that Helena lived. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "We have to bring her in."

"Wait, Wanda," Rody said, raising an eyebrow. "If this is true, then your sister-"

"Helena," I interrupted.

"Then Helena may be enhanced. If so, we would be going in blind. We don't know if she's hostile or how powerful she is."

"Well we can't just leave her be!" I snapped. "If she is a danger to those around her, then we can train her, teach her how to control her powers." I seethed, seeing the skeptical looks around the table. "I thought she was dead," I whispered. "I'll be damned if I let her go again."

Tony clapped slowly, earning a glare from Steve. "Great speech Wanda. I vote we go get your little sis. Who knows what abilities she'll have? Maybe laser vision, you and your brother both glare at everything."

I glared at him.

He stood up, his chair flying back. "Okay, everyone suit up. Meet me at the plane in an hour." He began to walk away before turning suddenly. "Hey Wanda!"

I spun toward him with a sigh. "Yes?"

"Won't Pietro want to know about this? You know, being that Helena is his long lost sister too?"

I smacked my hand against my forehead. Dammit, why hadn't I thought to call him? "I'll tell him once he gets back from New Zealand. Pietro was there doing some undercover work at the embassy.

"One more thing!" Tony shouted.

"What?" I snapped.

"I'm bring Parker along for this one."

"Who the hell is Parker?" I asked.

"You know, Peter Parker. The amazing Spider-Man? Ring any bells?"

"He's just a kid!" I said incredulously.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "He's the same age as Helena. It'll be good for her to have someone similar to her picking her up."

"Fine," I growled. "But if he fucks this up…."

"I know, I know! Just trust the kid. Even though he can be a bit overeager, he's good in the field."

I nodded and went to my room. I couldn't help but worry as I dressed. What if she doesn't remember me? What if she's gone insane from being experimented on or she's just plain evil? Helena had never been mean, but she had had a dark side that was easily tapped into. I was just worried that whoever had resurrected her had changed her, and not for the better.

I walked to the plane, my boots clicking on the pavement. Soon the rest of the team joined me, and we were on our way to Las Vegas, the city of sin.