𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

WARNING: descriptions
of mild violence

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EIGHTEEN
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴
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THE YOUNG SOKOVIANS gave each other glances, both of a distasteful nature. Pietro was angry at his younger sister, how could she be willing to leave him like that?

"I said I'm sorry, Pietro," Wanda attempted to strike conversation with her brother, she placed a hand on his shoulder - her hand was quickly sped away.

"Actually, you didn't."

"Well," Wanda placed a hand on his shoulder again, squeezing it tightly so he wouldn't move, "I am."

"Just don't get yourself injured out there," Pietro staggered to his feet as the sound of a car screeched next to them.

He was previously crouched in the van, Scott Lang was beside him on the seats - fast asleep, it was getting boring waiting in there. Wanda had called shotgun.

The twins hopped out of the grey vehicle, there was a cacophony of car doors slamming while Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers crawled out of their blue mini.

"Cap," Clint walked towards the Captain, his hands extended to him.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I didn't have a choice," Steve shook his former teammate's hand.

"Hey man, you're doing me a favour," His head gestured towards the Maximoffs, "Besides...I owe a debt." Pietro had still saved his life.

"Thanks for having my back," Steve faced Wanda.

She crossed her arms, a smile on her face as she turned to Hawkeye, joking of something he didn't know, "It was time to get off my ass."

"Pietro?" Steve's eyes crossed over to him, "I'm glad you came."

"Of course," Pietro didn't take Steve's rejection to heart, "I've always got your back, Rogers."

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STEPHEN STRANGE KNEW exactly where he would find Wanda Maximoff, there was only a few places she knew in the city besides his Sanctum and Avengers HQ.

Plus, he knew that she wouldn't have left because she would have been stopped by one of the other Avengers. She wanted to go rogue, so she would be either in the streets or...in Germany.

"You sure she'll be there?" Wong asked, he held a ancient spell book in his hand as he walked behind Stephen who was hurriedly getting suited.

"She has to be, she has no where else to go," Stephen said, the Cloak of Levitation wrapped around his neck, settling down his back in a flourish.

"Will she speak to you?"

"I don't know, that's what I'm going to find out."

"Are you guys even still...together?"

Stephen's feet stopped, his chest raised as he took a slow breath, "I...don't know."

He raised his hands, swirling them into a circle, the ring on his fingers creating a blazing portal, he entered trough it swiftly to see a scene on the other side.

Wanda Maximoff was indeed exactly where he knew she would be, she stood in Leipzig-Halle airport, the display behind her making it perfectly clear whose side she had chosen as she threw cars towards the others, who were dodging them.

Flames flooded the scenery, turned over cars, he watched as her hands sparked with bright red, taking ahold of a car, throwing it towards War Machine, he dodged it effectively.

He couldn't believe she'd been so reckless to choose the Captain's side, she was under enough government castigation. However, he had better things to focus himself on then politics, and quite frankly, so did she.

"I need you to come with me," Stephen didn't make it a question, "We need your help, Wanda."

Wanda's head turned, in mock confusion, a playful smile on her lips, almost finding it funny he showed up, "You need my help? I don't trust you."

"I don't need you to trust me, I just need you," Stephen held his fists together, his nails scratched the inside of his palms, his lips held together firmly - expectation for something great written all over his face.

It seemed childish to him that she would discard the most intimate of moments they shared together. He thought she cared enough about him to stay. Oh.

"This won't end well for you, Maximoff."

She didn't say anything else, turning away from him. He watched from a distance as she walked away, turning her back on not only him but his feelings for her. The inside of him broke as she ignored his words, like she was forgetting everything that happened between them when she turned around.

"Hey! Who are you?" Sam Wilson sped towards the Doctor, Strange held out his hands, creating a portal for Falcon to fly through, sending him flying out the other direction - away from him.

She ran towards the action, spotting Vision had sliced through a control tower, sending it crashing down where Steve and Bucky where running towards.

Her powers were promptly in action, red beams glowing to hold the building upward, allowing them to run ahead into the entrance, where the Quinjet was...

Stephen lifted himself off his feet, his cape carrying him carefully to the roof. He ran across the walls, pushing directly against the pull of Wanda's telekinesis, trying to push the tower further down.

Pietro was the only one to spot a sneaky Black Panther on the side, running to the entrance of the hangar with them, he sped quickly, holding T'Challa back with a few blue accented punches, the wisps disappearing as he kept him from moving with several hits. His speed allowed him to catch the appreciative nod Steve gave him, though he wouldn't be able to catch the smile he sent back.

The battle between the two didn't last long before War Machine glided by, knocking her to the ground with sonic waves, they circled her body, sending shocks to her brain. His efforts were in vain, however because the super soldiers still ran through, the gap being just big enough.

"Aah!" Wanda held her ears, the blast going straight into her head, causing her head to ache.

Strange's head snapped around, he landed next to her as soon as she fell, catching her softly, his hands touched her lower back, a place that reminded her of his hands on her hips...for other reasons. He caught the catch in her breath, moving his hands slowly upwards.

"Are you okay?" His eyes searched for any scratches on her, even though there wouldn't be.

She took a deep breath as she felt the ringing in her ears slow down, she was forced to stare straight back into his eyes. "Yes, thank you."

"Wanda..." He recomposed his sentence, getting straight to the point "Forgive me."

"Me too," He helped her to her feet, lending her a hand, "I might have overreacted."

She held his shoulder, using it to steady herself, he supported it with a hand on her waist, it was then he noticed that she was wearing the suit he had gotten for her. "Come with me?"

Wanda looked for Pietro, he was still a few metres away, getting tangled in the giant Ant-Man scenario that was happening behind them, "I can't just leave him again."

There was a blue wave and Pietro stood next to them, he placed his hands on the two of them, still catching his breath from running. "Look, Wanda, go with him."

"No, I can't. I have to stay with you, you can't be alone. They're going to take you-"

"I'll be fine," Pietro's words reassured her, "You gave up some of your freedom for me, it's about time I do the same."

Stephen drew the portal in front of them, the wail of sirens blared in the distance, helicopters chuffed above them, Wanda's head lifted to the sky.

"They'll take you away," Wanda told him, clutching onto his shoulders, "I can't just let them capture you."

"I'm too fast for them anyways," Pietro winked, "Go, get out of here with the old man before I change my mind."

"I'm sorry," Wanda grabbed ahold of his arm, tugging on it, pulling him into a hug.

Pietro fell into it for a moment, enjoying the embrace of his sister before the blare of sirens snapped him out of the fleeting moment, "Go."

And it was only seconds as Wanda ran inside the blazing circle, following Stephen Strange, who had saved her from the clutches imprisonment once again.