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Wanda awoke at 5:45, jumping under the shower whilst her brother grumbled, snoozing his alarm as she washed her hair, preparing to use all that she had learned from her former boss. That being a pretty face can get you a long way. Sometimes further than words could.
Pietro finally rose up as his alarm rang out at 6, tugging on his best choice of clothes, a see through shirt Wanda chuckled at once she saw it. Pietro raised his eyebrows upon seeing her matching shirt, only back. Under it, she wore a sports bra keeping most hidden, but to her brother, not enough. He scrunched up his face in disgust, though he had to admit she wasn't a kid, not anymore. He let her tug on a jacket, only to hide half of what had already been revealed to him. They were both excited yet fearing what would happen, throwing their suitcases into the back of Pietro's car as he typed in the location.
"Well, here we go, I guess." Pietro let the car hum to a start, slowly rolling off of the pavement where it stood parked half on the street. He had never been the best at parking, but it wasn't the time to mention that, Wanda had thought to herself.
'I Bet On Losing Dogs' by Mitski filled the slightly uncomfortable silence, only doing a little to soothe Wanda's ever-growing nerves she couldn't force down. She forced herself to focus on tapping her fingers to the beat, willing herself not to focus on the hesitant voices overtaking her mind. Then, as she did so, Pietro's voice rang out, singing along to a song she hadn't thought would be his... vibe. Then again, Wanda had listened to it over and over and over again in some sort of hyper-fixation she couldn't shake herself out of. Wanda's breathing hitched once they reached the location. It seemed to be an old buidling-- museum, maybe. It was dark, and empty as they entered. Pietro frowned deeply, questioning why no one was there, until they heard a clicking of a gun. Soon enough, the lights flickered on.
Wanda's hands were trembling, eyes squeezed shut only as her mind travelled back to that same sound, before she saw her mother fall almost in slow-motion.
"Shit, man!" Pietro cursed upon seeing the man's face, before grabbing onto his sister's hand. "Hey," Pietro whispered "now is not the time, 'kay?"
Wanda only nodded, causing the unknown man to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Our parents were murdered, PTSD, I guess," Pietro was able to pull her out of it "which is why I go with her to almost everything."
"Ah," the man nodded along. "This is only for security," the man placed his gun down, gesturing to the two chairs across from the old desk. Both siblings chose a seat, sinking into it with great hesitation. "I'm Zemo. I'm assuming you're Wanda," he looked at the girl, then turning to Pietro "and you're Pietro." Pietro only nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, I'm Wanda." Wanda cleared her throat, averting her gaze to let her eyes trail over the old walls.
"You are the last two to come in, the last two I'm considering, so let's hope for the best," Zemo leaned back in his chair, fingers still lingering way too close to his gun. "All I need to know now is just how far you'd go for each other."
"H-how can we prove that?" Wanda asked, and right then, Zemo raised his weapon, aiming it at Pietro, causing Wanda's eyes to widen almost dangerously. "Wait! Stop!" She jumped in front of her brother as a shot rung out through the air. The moment it hit her, she realised it was a rubber bullet. Sure, it had hurt, but she was still breathing, though her shoulder now ached.
"Point proven," Zemo responded "well, you two have the jobs I chose for you. Congratulations."
Wanda almost growled, eyes narrowing threateningly, but all she did was nod. "Thank you."
Then, Zemo led them outside where he let them grab their suitcases, before guiding them to a limousine. Not exactly low-profile, but they didn't mention it.
Wanda was angry, fuming, glaring at Zemo all the way until they finally entered the plane. She hadn't taken her eyes off of him until Pietro grabbed onto her hand, causing her to look down, before meeting his eyes.
There were only two seats left, and it forced the twins to split up. Pietro didn't mind much, but Wanda was extremely hesitant, holding onto Pietro's hand until she sunk into the seat next to a brunette in a purple sweater. "You're like a wounded bird," the woman downright grinned, eyes travelling over to Wanda who frowned, picking on her skin once more. "I'm Agatha."
"I, erm..." Wanda cleared her throat, eyes trailing up to meet Agatha's. The woman kindly smiled, but it felt like a mask to soothe the younger of the two. "I'm... Wanda." Wanda had paused, mouth freezing around the name, before she forced it out. "Wanda Maximoff."
"Wanda," the brunette hummed, hair falling over her shoulder as she turned back to look out the window. "Have you ever been on a plane?" The woman asked as she noticed just how tense Wanda was upon turning back.
"No." Wanda whispered almost inaudibly.
Agatha extended her hand in a silent offer. "Take it or leave it."
Wanda's eyes reminded Agatha of a puppy's, one begging to be taken home from a shelter, before the curly haired girl raised her hand to lay it in Agatha's, who curled her fingers around the smaller, softer hand, helping soothe Wanda's nerves as the plane slowly rolled to a start, the pilot speaking through the speaker, before they were bathed in silence, almost all unknown to each other.
"So, you've always been in America, then?" Agatha asked, knowing it would take Wanda's mind off of the fear laying deep within herself.
"No," Wanda shook her head. "I'm from Sokovia. I was taken here by boat."
"Taken? They kidnapped you?" Agatha raised her eyebrows teasingly, causing the younger brunette to lower her gaze.
"No," Wanda answered, tilting her head in thought. "I can't really remember."
"That's okay." Agatha simply answered, letting the air fill with silence once more.