So "Guest" who review gave a good idea, that she wanted a plot, and as much as I'd love to give a plot to Nyah I also let the stories go flat and then they never get to an ending, so at the moment I'm still writing one shots but hopefully I will put them all together. So thank you Guest, I hope everyone likes the next part here.

It's a prologue. It's before the Maximoff twins became Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver and a little backstory on Nyah's history, they are all a lot younger in this. Around 16-17 and I think in the movie they are in their twenties. Hope you all like it.

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Prologue: Nyah Meeting the Maximoff Twins.

Nyah needed some air, so she snuck out one of the windows, in her new bedroom of the little two bedroom, ground floor apartment. she didn't have the energy or the heart to tell her newly appointed guardians she needed to get out of there for a little bit, what made it worse Nyah thought is, that they would probably be very accommodating, which would make her feel worse. Everything happened so fast that she couldn't just stay inside, even though that might be the safest place for her having seen what happens on the streets of this country she's supposed to now call home.

After her dad's death, and finding out her mother wasn't capable of having her, she was shipped off to some relatives she didn't even know, She didn't feel she needed looking after, but she still was underage, and kept telling herself that she needed all the family she could get, and that she shouldn't be selfish because after all this was all the family she had left.

Sokovia, a country always in turmoil, constantly having protesters, and soldiers around, and she could tell the country the city was crumbling, and Nyah felt she could relate.

She pulled up her grey hood on her denim jacket, as she cut down an alley, as to avoid getting trampled by protesters. She's all for the civilians of this country picketing and trying to save their own city, hell Nyah would help, cause it isn't right what these people are going thru, plus she's part of this city now so maybe it would help her keep her mind of things, and her mind on something useful, and helpful. She glanced back, at the protesters and all their sign and decide- she lost her train of thought as she got knocked off her feet, landing hard on her ground.

"Watch it." A young male accented voice said.

"Pietro You're being rude." A young women's voice said sharply. Nyah noticed the two she had bumped into were a young man and woman, but by looking at them, she figured they were brother and sister rather than a couple.

"My apologies." Pietro said and held out a hand to help her up. Nyah accepted it.

"Thank you."

"Ah an American." the woman said. "And what brings you here?" she asked.

Nyah dusted herself off from the ground, and she bit the inside her cheek quickly, and hard to keep herself from showing too much emotion to two strangers.

"I just moved here." She answered.

"Here? And why would you want to do that? Clearly you've seen what our country looks like." Pietro questioned, frowning.

Nyah bite her tongue, she noticed that Pietro clearly didn't like American's and she assumed they were the soldiers everywhere, but she wasn't one and his tone was wearing thin on her.

"What my brother is trying to say, if you don't mind us asking is, this is a country most people over look and isn't there first choice usually."

Nyah looked over at the girl she had long brown hair, and brown eyes, she was actually very pretty. Nyah isn't sure what made her tell them, but she did.

"If you must." Nyah started. "My only living relatives are here." She had realized in that moment, that if her mother didn't want her, she might as well be dead to her as well, and maybe she also wanted to wipe that look of disgust of Pietro's face.

Just like magic, Pietro and his sisters faces changed, and she could tell Pietro felt bad, and so did Nyah for using her dad's recent death as a way to change a look on someone's face.

Pietro glanced over at Wanda his wavy brown hair catching in the slight breeze getting in his eyes, he pushing it away with his left hand. They both knew what it was like too loose their parents.

"I am truly sorry. My sister and I also know what it is like to lose family." Pietro finished, looking over at Nyah, with his ice blue eyes.

"I'm Wanda Maximoff," the young woman held out a hand, "and this is my brother Pietro." Wanda said, nodding a little towards him, giving a smile.

"I'm Nyah Williams Nice to meet you." She said, returning the smile and the handshake.