Running away was something that she considered as natural now, just a year ago she had been making her way through the streets. There wasn't any reason she couldn't again. 
                              
The only sound her ears were interested in was the one of clothes being thrown around her room, which is why she was oblivious when the sound of Vision entering her room by way of phasing shocked her.  
                              
"Oh my god, Vizh!" Wanda held a hand to her chest, "How many times have I got to tell you..." She twisted her head around the suitcase, finding the zip which she slid around the case, closing the bag. 
                              
She lifted the luggage off of the bed, dragging it along, past the shell-shocked Android and into the kitchen halls nearby.
                              
"Ms Maximoff?" Vision called after her, smoothly rushing towards her with a golden gleam of light, his feet above the floor as he floated.
                              
"Vision, I'm leaving," She sighed dropping the luggage to turn to him, a somewhat irritated look on her face. 
                              
"What do you mean?" Pietro had sped into the room, a blur rushing past them before he was noticed, "You're leaving? Are you serious right now?"
                              
It was late, she was hoping to avoid Pietro's pleads, she knew he had done out but coincidentally he had only decided to come back when it wasn't the right time. 
                              
"Look, Pietr-" Wanda began to try and calm him, there was no real way to explain correctly. They all jumped as an explosion flashed in the distance, fiery lights reflecting on the window. Vision glided to the window, inspecting it carefully. "What is it?"
                              
"Stay here, please," Vision warned the twins, he left them alone in the room.
                              
There was a small twitch, a slight creak in the floorboards sent Wanda's eyes straight to the wooden knife rack, throwing the sharp object to the person's head. Her heart rested as she caught the sight of Clint Barton, "Oh my god, what are you doing here?"
                              
"Wait..." Pietro tried to contain the smile on his face, "Aren't you retired?"
                              
"Yes, but instead I'm disappointing my kids," Clint's hands raised, extending the bow in his hands, shooting two arrows opposite sides of the room, no one taking much notice of it. "I'm supposed to go water-skiing. Cap needs our help, come on." Clint nodded to Pietro and Wanda to follow along.
                              
"Clint!" Vision's voice put a pause on everything, "You should not be here?"
                              
"What? I retire for all of ten minutes and it all goes to shit?" 
                              
"Please consider the consequences of your actions."
                              
Clint turned his head, acting as he was going through the thought process for a second, "Okay, they're considered. Okay, we gotta go."
                              
Clint had known that Vision wouldn't back down without a fight, he waited for the arrows he had planted to do their job, their purpose finally revealed.
                              
Pietro couldn't deny that he felt an inkling of a something for Steve Rogers and it only seemed to burn inside him with each passing day. He wasn't entirely sure whether it was purely unresolved sexual tension from training days, flashes of the Captain holding him down by the throat proved to be somewhat erotic...
                              
Wanda, however, was going through an entirely different train of thoughts. She still wanted to make a break for it, everything just seemed to go wrong for her. Who was to say she wouldn't mess it all up again? Invoke another tragedy?
                              
Pietro walked along with Clint, Hawkeye noticed the presence of Wanda was missing beside them, "It's this way."
                              
Wanda scrunched her nose, sniffing in the air, her gaze averted, "I think I've done enough. You should go without me."
                              
Clint frowned, he wasn't going to watch her doubt herself any longer, let guilt drown her where it didn't need to, "You gotta help me, Wanda. Look you wanna mope, you go to high school. You want to make amends, you get off your ass." 
                              
"Guys," Pietro alerted them as Vision was released from his electrified containment, "Might wanna speed things up."
                              
"Shit," Clint cursed as Vision marched towards him, sending him to the floor with a punch. 
                              
He recovered quickly, reaching a hand behind his back, grabbing a baton and extending it with a quick flourish of his wrist, "I knew I should've stretched."
                              
Pietro held Wanda's shoulder, "Hey, what's going on with you?"
                              
"I'm..." Wanda sighed, "Are we seriously going to do this? Don't you care about what will happen?"
                              
"Of course I do, but do you seriously want to stay on Stark's side?" 
                              
"I mean, I'm not exactly ecstatic about going rogue again either. Pietro, we really do need to consider our actions here..."
                              
"I have. You don't get it, I want to be on the right side. I'm not running anymore...apart from actually running, of course." 
                              
They peered over at Hawkeye, who was now trapped in a headlock by The Vision, "Clint, you can't overpower me..."
                              
"I know, but she can..." Clint's eyes said more than Wanda needed to hear, she jumped into actions, hands glowing with red as she separated them, taking control of the entity in his head...
                              
She felt it's power, it felt as if she was controlling it or at least, Vision, pulling him down into the floor, his amplified weight crushing him into the marble surface below. 
                              
Vision's muscles tensed, he struggled against the
pull of the mind stone, but as they both knew - he couldn't control it. "If you do this...they will never stop being afraid of you."
                              
Wanda winced as she pushed him further into the ground, "I can't control their fear," her hands drew further apart, "only my own." She impelled him into the ground, controlling the string of energy she had created, making sure he was sent flying as far down as she could send him. 
                              
Pietro and Clint peered over the hole she had created in the ground. Clint felt a tad sorry for the damage to the building, "Oh, come on. We've got one more stop."
                              
"Already on it," Pietro picked up his sister in a clean swoop, "Keep up, old man."