"How could you let him get away with the specter?" Bianca asked the brunette, angry raging in her voice. The three enhanced individuals were staying in a motel, and the tension was thick in the small room. The twins were sitting on one of the two beds in the motel, watching the blonde-haired girl with worried eyes. Bianca continued pacing was swift and grace, her footsteps barely making any sound. The room was suffocating her slowly as her mind replayed the events of this morning over and over again, showing her all the things she could have done to stop the Avengers from winning.

Wanda let out a sigh and answered, "Bee, you need to understand that I did it for a reason."

"You keep telling me that, but that is still not an answer," Bianca snapped at her, and ignored the string of guilt that coursing through her. "I need an explanation, and right now your not giving me anything."

Pietro's muscle tensed, and Bianca could dislike the pressure that she was putting on his twin sister. Bianca and the twins met about two years, and even though the blonde would never admit this but the two were the only people she really cared about. Bianca herself disliked putting pressure on the female Maximoff, but with the thick anger coursing through her like a drug, she needed answers so the pain and regret would subside. She trusted Wanda, so if she just gave her an explanation, the whole events wouldn't feel like a huge failure.

Bianca waited, the silence adding to the tension in the small motel room. The blonde watched the brunette closely, trying to see any signs of nervousness or worry, but either of those emotions were visible in the girl's stance. Curiosity slowly filled the blonde as she looked at Wanda's emerald green eyes. They seemed far away, distant, but Bianca should still see the mischievous grin that hid behind the mask, and the sight of that cocky grin made adrenaline spike in the cold-girls veins.

The blonde suddenly stopped her pacing, and crouched down in front of the Maximoff girl. Wanda's green eyes met the fourteen-year-old's blue, and in the glance, a thousands words were quickly spoken. A understatement and apology were both said in the soft glance, and Bianca's shoulder slowly started to untense. The slight relaxation made her head spin, and a light pounding started to throb through her forehead.

Ignoring the newfound pain, Bianca said, "I'm sorry, but I have a right to be angry and so do both of you."

"Bee, we are angry," Pietro told the blonde, placing a soft hand on her shoulder.

"For so long, I wanted to face them, to stop them," I continued, more anger filling every word, "Today we had that and we failed because that stupid billionaire who calls himself Iron Man still got what he wanted. That's why I'm upset because I feel like a failure knowing that he got his hands on what he wanted but I trust you, so please tell me why we gave him what he wanted."

Wanda quietly broke our eyes contact, and her green eyes fell quietly to her hands. A light red orb had formed on her fingertips, and she started to fidget with the small ball, letting it bounce across her fingers. Bianca waited again for a response, but this time inpatients didn't strangle her, because she finally started to put the pieces in her head. The Maximoff girl could look into people's minds, and through HYDRA's experiments, she was only able to do it a couple of time. Memories started to resurface, memories filled with Wanda staring at the wall for hours on end, her emerald eyes lost in the things she had seen. Each time she returned a little bit quicker, but it still sometimes took a toll on her thoughts.

"You looked into his mind, didn't you?"

Wanda instantly nodded, "I saw his fear. It was strong, powerful, and it controls him deeply. I let him take the specter because I know that his fear will continue to control until he does something that he can't undo. He will do with the specter and it could bring about the end of Iron Man."

In comfort, Pietro wrapped his arm around his twin sister's shoulder. Wanda leaned into her brother's embrace, and slowly Bianca watched as the girl returned to reality, leaving the broken fears of the famous Tony Stark behind. A sharp breath escaped from her nose, and a grin slowly started to dance across the fourteen-year-old girls face. The words it could bring about the end of Iron Man replayed themselves over and over again inside her mess of brain. The words were music to her ears, and from the sharp looks on the twins faces, Bianca could tell that it was music to their ears as well.

The failure, the regret, and the pain had already subsided, disappearing once the truth was revealed. The face of reality was starting to slowly flood over Bianca as things started coming to light. For the first time since she was a young child, she wasn't held back by any chains that HYDRA has clipped her in. Finally after years of staring up at the stone ceiling, justice would finally be served to Tony Stark and his gang of superheros. Finally her powers and her mind were free from enslavement, the world finally something she could touch and change.

Tomorrow would be a new day, and tomorrow, the world was finally going to start changing.

~~~

After many hours of air travel, the Quinjet landed on top of the Avengers tower. The sun was beaming overhead, making the building around New York city shimmer and people show below watched with awe as their protectors returned back. Maria Hill, Helen Cho, and a group of doctors stood by the entrance, watching as the door to the jet opened quickly. Once a loud thump of metal on metal rung through the landing area, the group of doctors ran towards the ship, ready to take care of Hawkeye, or Clint Barton, who was injured from cannon fire in Sokovia.

Once Clint was moved to a wheeled stretcher and had a IV stabbed into his arm, the crew of doctors rushed him out of the jet. Natasha Romanoff, better known as Black Widow, rushed after him, following closely on the heels of the doctors. The famous female superhero had some injuries of her own from her fight with one of the Enhanced, her eyes was slightly swollen, her lip was still bleeding, and there was a large bump on the back of her head.

As the sound of squeaking wheels started to disappear, Bruce, or the Hulk, and Thor walked out of the Quinjet. The long blonde haired god was holding a long gray case that held the specter inside it. His face was written was pleasure as he strolled out of the jet. But as the god and the doctor started into the building, Hill started onto the jet to meet with the two Avengers that we're still inside.

"Lab's all set up, boss," she said.

Tony Stark turned around in his chair and faced her, "Oh, actually, he's the boss." he said, pointing at Steve Rogers, or Captain American, "I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler."

"What's the word of Strucker?" Steve asked, walking over to Hill.

"NATO's got him."

"And the three enhanced?"

"Two of them are twins. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff," Maria said, handing him the tablet as they walked towards the entrance of the tower. Steve looked at the video with curiosity, and watched as the twins walked alongside others in an protest filled with hatred. "Orphaned at 10 when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special, but it's on the way to everywhere special."

"Their abilities?" Steve asked.

"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis," Maria explained, "Her thing is neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation." Steve then turned to look at the girl with confusion in his expression, so she let out a sigh and said, "He's fast and she's weird."

"What about the other girl?" Steve asked as the two came to a stop in front of an elevator.

"Her information was a little bit harder to find," Maria said, bringing up the fourteen-year-old girls forms on the tablet. Steve looked at the screen, and instantly raised his eyebrow. The girl was young and she looked just how Natasha descried her, but the interest part was that her data went back for a long time, long before they got the specter. "Her name is Bianca Vale, and from the data it seems like she has always been on HYDRA's radar. At the age of four she was orphaned, and taken in by scientist of HYDRA. It's seems that they were using her as a test subject for others things before they even got the specter.

Steve pondered this for a moment before continuing, "What are her abilities?"

"Her abilities are similar to the Maximoff girl," Hill explained, "They share the power of telekinesis, but this girl also has the power to control snow and ice."

"Well, they're gonna show up again," Steve said as the elevator binged, telling the superhero that it has arrived.

"Agreed," Maria said, "File says they volunteered for Strucker's experiments. It's nuts"

"Right," Steve said, walking into the now-opened elevator and pressed one of the floor buttons, "What kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?"

"We're not a war, Captain."

"They are."

~~~

Bianca's ice blue eye's widened as she and the twins traveled around the market place. Night had fallen and this was now the third time this week that they were able to escape the stuffy motal room. After the attack at HYDRA's base, the three decided lay low for a couple of days, but eventually, they all knew that the threat was far away.

After spending years listening to Wanda and Pietro's stories about Sokovia, seeing the place with my own eyes felt refreshing. I liked the old builds, the tents where people sold different foods and objects, and the way that the community seemed together even though it had been through so much heartbreak and pain. I also liked hearing the small chit-chatter when I had spent so many sleepless nights listening to nothing but silence.

Troubles still seemed to be following the three of them as they tried to find life in Sokovia. They didn't have any money, so Pietro, taking responsibility for them, started to build his life of crime. Wanda and Bianca disliked that the boy was doing this, but nothing they said stopped him from his newfound life of stealing. He kept telling them that he would be fine, and that they needed to do this for others and themselves.

After walking through the market, Bianca followed behind the twins as they started into an alleyway. The fourteen-year-old squinted, trying to see in the thick darkness, and as they continued to walk further into the mist of black, a shiver went down the girl's spine. Disliking the chilly feeling, she wrapped her arms around herself, even though they would do nothing for the cold.

It only took a couple seconds for the fourteen-year-old to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The three enhanced teenager broke out of the darkness, becoming visible in the dim light of the streetlamps. Unlike the market place, the street they were standing on was unfilled with life. There were only a couple people standing in a small bubble at the end of the street, but they had promised to be here, promised to meet Pietro here.

Pietro's message of life was to always care and share with others, and as he walked over to the group of people, Bianca could see that message shining deep inside of his skin. Slowly, the people in the bubble turned and their eyes widened at the sight of the Maximoff boy, but their curious eyes didn't linger on him, they quietly fell to the large bag that was hanging from his shoulder. Seeing their eagerness, he zipped open the bag and started to slowly take out some of the things that were inside. The things were random, but in the small poor town of Sokovia, anything would bring a smile to their faces.

Bianca and Wanda watched with smiles on their faces as Pietro started handing out things to people as he promised he would do. He gave an elderly woman an antique doll at the same time he gave a young woman a soccer ball. Happiness was shining brightly in their eyes as they started chit-chatting about their gifted objects. The blonde-haired girl couldn't speak Sokovian, so she didn't understand the words escaping their lips, but she did know that they were all works of kindness and love.

Eventually, the group started to disappear as they made their ways back home for the night. The only person that was left was the young woman that Pietro had given a soccer ball, and the only reason she was staying behind was being the Maximoff boy was slightly flirting with her and she seemed to be enjoying the attention from the boy. As Bianca and Wanda watched the conversation, they rolled their eyes in annoyance, disliking the time waited from the flirtatious talking. At some point throughout the conversation, Pietro took out the most expective object that he had stolen, which was a dress. Bianca would have thought the dress was beautiful if she enjoyed the longer versions of t-shirts, but she did like seeing the woman's reaction to having the dress given to her.

Bianca's eyes fell away from the two when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She squinted in confusion at the sight of a young boy, probably barely ten years old, walking alone in the middle of the night. Worry was about to set in when the woman that Pietro was flirting with instantly recognized the young child. She pulled him into a tight embrace, and eventually handed him the soccer ball that she had taken from Pietro.

Bianca thought for a moment that the young boy's eyes was going to light up with happiness. He would say his thank yous to Pietro and the young woman before he would start playing with the ball. The sight would be joyful to see, and Bianca's heart would swoon with happiness at the sight of the young boys happiness. But instead, the boy held a nervous expression, and the expression sent a wave of worry through me. At the same time, me and Wanda stepped forward, wanting to see what was going on.

The young woman started talking to the boy in Sokovian, but he wasn't paying attention to her, his nervous eyes were staring at us. I gulped lightly, disliking the discomfort that was settling upon them.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asked, crounching down in front of the boy.

"I was at the chruch," The boy said, his accent thick, "Someone wanted to see you three."

"Who wanted to see us?" I asked.

"A Iron Man."