I woke up once again in this cold empty dimly lit room.  I'm so tired and I just want to be with my brother. I hope the team noticed my absence, that is unless there is a different, replacement of me.

God i really hope they figure it out before I'm dead. I shake my head telling myself not to think like that. But my main concern is Peter.

Please let Peter be okay.
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Peter's POV

I better keep an eye on Wanda, she's been acting strange and I have this awful gut feeling that won't go away it's like flashing red lights in the back of my head almost like my spidey sense. I'll interrogate Wanda later, for now I just need to get home and do some things.

I walked to my room and sat down at my desk trying to focus on homework but too many thoughts about Wanda are swarming my mind making me unable to concentrate maybe i should interrogate her now.

I got up almost knocking my binder off my desk then going next door to Wanda's room and knocking. "Wanda it's me can we talk for a minute?" I asked.

I heard her footsteps coming to the door and next thing i knew I felt a breeze and she was standing there looking at me in annoyance then her face softened. Her face usually melted instantly, something wasn't right here.  "What's up peter?" She asked.

"Oh um i was wanting to ask you about playing chess with me the other day how come you let me put it nicely sucking at it and losing."

"It's because i've never played chess before Mysh."

"No, I taught you how to play three years ago when we first came to the compound." I explained. Wanda would never have forgotten, she used those memories to help bring me back. Something is definetly wrong.

"You did right sorry i forgot it's been a weird couple of days."

I eyed her suspiciously because how could she forget everything i taught her? Now this is getting stranger by the minute so I decided to ask her a question that she couldn't get wrong. "What was mama's favorite song?"

"Jolene by Dolly Parton."

That wasn't mama's favorite song. "No it was "Here come the sun" by the Beatles." I felt angry, this wasn't right at all.

"What's gotten into you lately? Wanda, there's no way you would forget mama's favorite song when we were at the orphanage you and Pietro use to sing that to me every night because of my nightmares about mama and papa."

"I'm sorry Peter."

I scoffed, "Yeah sure you're sorry whenever things get tough you run away like a coward talk to me when you actually remember something."

"I'll make it up to you." She said. Her voice sounded distracted, almost preoccupied.

"That sounds like a promise oh wait you can't keep one don't bother trying."

I walked out the door angry, sad, and confused there's definitely something up with her and the golden trio is going to figure it out i just have to act like a spy like aunt Tasha taught me.

A/n I'm sorry this is short i promise the next chapter will be a long one.
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The End of Chapter 18