"Irissë?" A chorus of confusion sweeps around the room at the mention of my actual name, followed by half-curious, half-suspicious looks.

"Uh, yeah. That'd be me..." I shift my weight uneasily as Fury chuckles.

"I thought your name was Iris." The Cap states bluntly, sounding hurt and unbelieving.

"Technically, it's both. While I was in Russia, Irissë was the name given to me. I just prefer to go by Iris." The previous tension in the room dissipates almost completely. "I guess it's just preference as to what you'd like to call me. But either will get my attention." There are nods all around the room. "Right, okay, so aren't you dead though, Fury?" I tilt my head a tad as I watch him pour some tea into a glass. "Shouldn't you be enjoying life on some mysterious island beach? Enjoying death?"

"Indeed." He simply says.

"Sooooo...does this make you a ghost then?" I move forward with the intention to poke his shoulder, but he stops me with one look.

"Don't even think about poking me, Iris." Nick says while glaring at me.

"Aye aye, Cap'n." I grin and back up a step.

"No, the Captain is over there." He points a single finger over at where Rogers is leaning against the wall. "And stop with your pirate jokes." I smirk at him and slowly nod. I've missed him and our usual banter.

"I'll think about it." Fury gives me a sharp look, raising the brow over his good eye. I chuckle and move out of the kitchen to stand by the counter's outer edge. Fury clears his throat to get the entire team's attention before speaking with his serious business tone. Figures he'd be here since the crew has royally screwed up this time.

"Ultron took you folks out to buy himself time." I watch as Clint's young daughter runs into the dining area carrying a drawing which she passes to Natasha, who smiles greatly in return. "My contacts all say he's building something."

"Maybe a new personality." My comment elicits a snort from Tony, who's throwing darts on the other side of the kitchen. Fury rolls his eyes at me.

"I forgot how damn sarcastic you are, Iris." Nick looks over at me while fighting a smile.

"I'm offended, Nick. My sarcasm is my shining trait. It's what won you over 4 years ago. You know you've missed it." He simply shakes his head at me. The rest of the team look between the two of us in confusion but decide not to question our history at the moment. We have more pressing matters.

"The amount of vibranium he made off with...I don't think it's just one thing." Fury continues without missing a beat.

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve breaks in and looks over at the ex-SHIELD director.

"He's easy to track. He's everywhere." Mr. I'm-Against-Fun Fury replies. "The guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit."

"You should get some dating advice from him, Steve." The World War vet turns his gaze over to me and shakes his head. I manage to catch him smiling.

"I don't think I should take any kind of advice from him." Steve says with a half amused tone.

"Even if he says you need to go out on a real date?" I inquire with a smirk.

"Shut up, Iris." Steve shoots back playfully.

"You gonna make me, grandpa?" My eyebrows arch upwards, daring him.

"You know what, don't make me have Natasha get out my wheelchair. I'll run you over." Steve threatens.

"I'll do it." I look over at a grinning Natasha, surprised she's taking part in our playful banter. A small smile forms on my face. Nick sighs and looks exasperated at the three of us.

"It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though." Nick continues on with his original briefing speech.

"Is he still going after launch codes?" Tony questions from where he's still throwing darts.

"Yes, he is." Fury sounds mildly confused about it. "But he's not making any headway."

"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare." Stark gloats.

"Well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that." Fury says. I chuckle under my breath.

Busted.

"Nexus?" I turn my head toward Steve, away from where Fury's chopping a carrot on a cutting board.

"It's the world internet hub in Oslo. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on Earth." Banner cuts in to inform the curious 96-year-old.

"So, what'd they say?" Clint asks, observing a dart that had previously been on the counter.

"He's fixated on the missiles." Fury responds without looking up from his personal task. "But the codes are constantly being changed..."

"By whom?" Tony asks after pulling all the darts from the board, only to have one thrown by his face suddenly. He jerks back and looks at the board before looking around to find out who had thrown it. Hawkeye shrugs and gives an unapologetic smile toward the billionaire.

"The party's unknown." Fury states.

"Does that mean we have an ally?" I ask hopefully.

"Ultron's got an enemy. That's...not the same thing." Fury clarifies. I sigh and nod. So much for that hope.

"Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is." Tony says more or less to himself.

"Almost unlimited resources and you think you'd have to pay to figure it out? C'mon Tony, you're brilliant. Take a trip up to Oslo and figure it out yourself." I tell him. Tony nods toward me as the gears begin to turn in his head.

"I might need to visit Oslo." He murmurs to himself. "Find our unknown..."

"Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kinda hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that." Natasha says, crestfallen.

"I do. I have you." Nick says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere. Ears everywhere else. You kids, except Iris, had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world." He pauses for a second and gives the team a moment to process all that he's said. "Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction."

"Ha! Called it. Tony, you owe me 5 bucks." I point at him and grin, only for the rest of the team to look between the two of us. "What? We were spit-balling the other day on what Ultron may be up to." I casually shrug my shoulders.

"Outwit the Platinum bastard." Fury says once I'm done and sits at the end of the table.

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk." Natasha says while throwing Steve a smirk as she speaks.

"You know what, Romanoff? I'll run you over with my wheelchair too." I blow air out of my nose sharply and then chuckle at Steve.

"So, what does he want?" The ex-director asks all of us, referring to Ultron.

"Maybe he's PMS-ing." Clint throws a towel at me after I speak. The wet cloth smacks against my face. "Hey!" I pull it off and glare at him, ready to throw it back until the Captain speaks.

"To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies." He muses out loud.

"Person bodies." I shrug my shoulders and nod along to Tony's words. "The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking. We're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it."

Guy's got a point.

"When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed." Natasha looks over at Bruce, who's walked over to the table. He's inspecting the painting Clint's daughter had brought Romanoff.

"They don't need to be protected." Dr. Banner said quietly. "They need to evolve." The room grows quiet as all eyes fall on Bruce. "Ultron's going to evolve." He deadpans solemnly.

"How?" I ask while trying to wrap my mind around the whole idea.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?" He suddenly questions as his face grows just a shade paler.

"Oh dear." I murmur.

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As soon as Bruce made his revelation, everybody jumped from their positions to get their suits, weapons, gear, and tech. Within 15 minutes, everybody had gotten their things and were now shuffling around Clint's home. "I'll take Natasha and Clint." Steve declares while adjusting a glove.

"All right. Strictly recon. I'll hit Nexus. I'll join you as soon as I can." Tony walks over from the dining area as he dries his hands off.

"If Ultron's really building a body..." I hear Steve's words fade as he and Tony make their way out of the house. I look away from the two men to where Fury is sitting across from me at the table.

"I think you should go with them, Iris. You've got plenty of experience. I didn't have you learn how to fight by one of my very best just for you to sit on your hands, you know." Nick brushes my unvoiced concerns off with a wave of his hand.

"Yeah but...I mean, I haven't exactly been practicing my hand-to-hand recently, Nick. And I've only just started getting a real handle on wielding energy in battle." I lean forward and whisper quietly to him.

"Yes, but I also remember you kicked one of SHIELD's finest asses with your limited knowledge. And at that point, you were still young and naive. Imagine how much more you've grown since then without you thinking about it?" He takes a sip of his tea and gives me a look.

"Nick, come on," I say and lean back in my chair while I fold my hands in my lap. I look at him and lift one brow. "I may have been young, but I was scared and inexperienced. I didn't even know what I was even doing." I explain as I think back to my frightful experience a few years ago.

"But look at you now. You've fought with the Avengers and you've had time to practice, to learn during the past few years on your own. You look like you're getting the hang of it." Fury encourages me as he sets his glass of tea back on the table.

"I still can't completely control my abilities, you know," I comment and cast my attention towards the front windows where I see the team leaving the front yard. "It's hard. Sometimes I think my abilities have a mind of their own." I joke with a chuckle. "It takes so much concentration to control it, to keep it from exploding from within me again." My tone falls to a more solemn one and I turn my attention back to Nick before flashing him a forced smile.

"You're a strong girl, Iris. You seem to be doing alright for yourself. You can only get better, you know." The one-eyed man says, nodding his head to me before looking at the windows. "Go with them. Tell the Captain I sent you." Nick speaks after a brief moment of silence between us. A smile forms on my lips.

"Thanks, Nick." I say. My powers may be unstable, but the Avengers need all the help they can get right about now. Besides, I don't think they'd really mind if I tagged along.

"Don't mention it. Now get out of here, I have to drop Banner off at the tower." Grinning, I push the chair I'm sitting on away with the back of my knees and bolt out of the house, down the porch, and onto the front lawn. I dig the balls of my feet into the dewy soil, allowing me to run faster as I whip through the gate. It creaks on its hinges as it swings from my passing. 

Pumping my arms at my sides, I catch the back of Hawkeye's head passing through the pathway between the trees and push myself just that harder to catch up. At the last moment, I see him hitting the button to raise the cargo-hold. I use a temporary suction of energy to stall the door as I near it. It creaks upwards at a much slower pace than before. As I near the aircraft, I throw myself over the lifting ramp and slide in last minute. Then I release the hold of energy I had on the door previously. "What the he--" Clint jolts, turning on his heel.

"Language!" I sing-song as I grin like an absolute idiot. "Fury sent me. Said to go with you guys to Seoul." For a minute Hawkeye looks suspicious and then he smiles.

"Well, if he sent ya, I ain't sending you back." He holds a hand out to me, which I gratefully take and he pulls me to my feet.

"Thanks." I sound breathless as I stand, feeling the Quin beginning to lift off the earth.

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"Hey, so really, where is Thor? Do you think he decided to go back up to Space Mountain?" I question thoughtfully.

"I think Space Mountain is a ride at Disney, Iris." Steve laughs while shaking his head.

"I didn't even know you knew what Disney was...but whatever. Same differences." I grin over at Steve, who sits with his shield at his side. Natasha and Clint are up at the cockpit piloting.

"Okay, here's your drop off, guys." Natasha shouts back at us, already lowering the door. Rogers and I stand up simultaneously and look at the gap between us and a house's roof railing -- our destination. It might not have been ideal but this area gives us a good vantage point to see Dr. Helen's lab and observe. That and there were plenty of other houses crowded around in case we had to duck away and hide. You know, if we don't get beaten by an old lady who's just been surprised by us crashing into her living room....yeah.

"Two minutes. Stay close." Steve says, already having made the jump. I jump after he's walked away from the edge of the home. He's already begun spying out the lab.

"It looks like a weird fishbowl made of concrete and glass, to be honest." I brush my hair down with my hand after Hawkeye pilots the Quinjet away from us.

"Yeah, looks nothing like the labs they had in my day." Steve confirms.

"I can only imagine." And then we're off again, jumping rooftop to rooftop in the lab's direction.

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Within minutes we arrive at the lab after seeing it was uncharacteristically quiet. No to mention the lack of movement. Then there was the smashed windows and employees scattered across the lobby, dead. That's when Steve called the mission off of being strictly recon and we both infiltrated the building. We clear the first level and find no survivors, before moving up the levels until we find Helen's scientific research lab. The lab has it's own designated level. The doors were blown out with the lab itself a mess. It looks like someone ripped open a tornado inside the room.

Steve runs ahead of me as I check the fallen doctors and nurses that Ultron must've disposed of. I push my index and middle finger to each of their necks, hoping and praying there'd be a survivor. But there isn't. There are always casualties in war. "Dr. Cho!" My head shoots up. One survivor. Just one. Thankfully it's who we're here for, but my heart is still pained for those who have fallen. Who will tell their families? I get off the floor and scramble around the lab for a moment. If Dr. Cho is alive, I can at least grab anything remotely useful to help her.

"He's uploading himself into the body." The poor lady sounds breathless and in pain. How long has she been sitting there?

"Where?" She shakes her head at Steve as I approach. I'm holding a needle, some thread, sterile wipes, and gauze. Thankfully Cap's already pressed a clean towel over the most serious part of the wound. The burn stretches across her collarbone and shoulders. I kneel down next to her, on the opposite side of Steve, just as he lunges to get up. The doctor reaches out and grabs his arm before he moves out of reach.

"The real power is inside the Cradle -- the gem. Its power is uncontainable. You can't just..blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark." She tells him.

"First I have to find it." Steve says.

"Go." Doctor Cho commands.

"Iris, stay with her." Cap turns his attention to me and nods.

"Got it. Now get your Star Spangled booty out of here." I watch as he charges out of the room before turning my attention back to Helen. "Here." I hand her what I've gathered. "I'll call an ambulance or something."

"Good idea." She says, trying to sound joking. I hop away from her for a second.

"Is it still 911 even though we're in Korea?" I question.

"119." She sounds pained as she removes the cloth from her wound. I nod and swallow my uneasiness as I frantically dial 119 on my phone, then raise it to my ear. Two rings and someone picks up...only they're speaking Korean. I almost facepalm as I kneel next to Helen and hold the cell phone up to her ear as she works on disinfecting the large wound. She starts speaking to whoever is on the other line, quite quickly I may add, before nodding for me to hang up. "They're on their way. They said they'd be here in about five minutes."

"Okay, okay that's...that's good, right?" I ask tensely.

"Yeah." She breathlessly replies.

"What else do you need me to get you?" I question, my eyebrows pulled together.

"Up there, on that shelf, you see it?" She weakly nods her head toward a shelf on the far wall. "The yellow bottle. It's a painkiller. Grab two tablets." I nod at her, rise to my feet, shove my phone in my back pocket, and walk over to the shelf. I reach up and grab the yellow bottle, pop it open, and shake two pills into my palm. I then close the bottle and set it back on the shelf before returning to Dr. Cho.

"Do you need any water?" I'm ready to hop back up in order to find some.

"We don't have time for water." Is her only response.

"Right..." She takes the two tablets and pops them into her mouth before swallowing them. I grimace. That must've tasted terrible. "Hey--" I stand back up as my knees begin to grow numb, but find myself unable to finish. An unexpected rush of air comes whipping into the room. The wind sends all kinds of papers flying. "Pietro?" I yelp as he saunters toward me with a determined look and matching walk. He doesn't respond as he lifts me up into his arms and rushes the two of us out of the building, leaving the doctor behind. As soon as the rushing wind battling against my ears begins, it stops. I am then unceremoniously dropped on a curb in the middle of a Korean market side-street. "What the hell, Pietro!" I shout at him and make to stand up, only for his sister to place a hand on my shoulder. She forces me to sit back down on the curb.

"Just listen!" Wanda says exasperatedly.

"Oh, I am going to do so much more than just listen to you. Just you wait. I'm gonna--" Before I can rant any further, Pietro drops to his knees and slaps a hand over my mouth. I stupidly bite his hand.

"Did you just bite me?!" He exclaims while sharply pulling his hand away.

"Did you just kidnap me? Again?!" I snap at him as my eyes burn with hatred for the speedy twin. "Gosh, your hand smells like sewage!" I spit with a grimace.

"Oh yeah? Well, you look like sewage!" Pietro fires back childishly as my hatred is mirrored in his eyes.

"At least I'm sewage with morals and a conscious!" I shout back at him.

"I do have morals and a conscious!" The male grumbles forcefully.

"Oh yeah?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yeah!" He shouts.

"Name one moral!" I challenge.

"Um well...uh..." He falters.

"See!" I cry in triumph.

"You can't just spring that demand on someone and expect them to know them on the spot!" Pietro says angrily.

"Yes, I can!" I gloat.

"No--" Pietro begins, but Wanda is absolutely done with our childish bickering and uses a wave of energy to smack us both upside the head. We both reach up to rub the back of our heads.

"Look, Iris, he went to get you because we want to help." The sister Maximoff steps off the curb and looks down at me, still obviously pissed at me and Pietro fighting.

"Oh yeah? Then why come to me? Why not go to the Captain? I'm just a means to an end, remember?" I use my fingers to accentuate 'means to an end,' referring to our first real meeting in the freighter.

"Because they won't believe us. We just helped Ultron practically end the world." Wanda says and rolls her eyes at me.

"Yeah well, maybe you should have thought about what his real intentions were before you guys helped him." I cross my arms, looking away from her as I listen to Pietro stand up and grumble to himself.

"We did, but it was too late to get out. That's why we came to you now. We had a chance to get out." Pietro sounds exasperated as if he was speaking to a five-year-old.

"Okay, fine, but even if I did want to help, I couldn't. The Avengers won't exactly take my word for it. I'm still a mystery to them so why would they trust me if I try to tell them you guys want to help?" There's a T.V. overhead one of the stalls selling some sort of produce. The news anchor speaks in Korean, but the footage is what catches our eyes. It's Ultron and Steve fighting on top of a semi-truck, right next to a passing train. I sigh and look up at the pair who look at each other seriously. "If you want to make them believe that you want to help, then prove it. Come help take down Ultron. Come help the Avengers." The two of them look back at each other with wide eyes as I get up to my feet, brushing off my jeans as I do so.

"Let's do it." Pietro and Wanda tell me simultaneously, small smiles on their faces.

"Right. Let's go kick some platinum robot rear." I declare.

"Technically he's vibranium, Iris." Pietro corrects.

"Shut your mouth, Pietro."

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Pietro takes Wanda first, then comes back for me. He manages to get us both on the train Ultron and Steve have taken their fight onto. A train that just so happens to be carrying a large number of civilians. So much for keeping innocents out of this fight. As soon as Pietro safely places me back on my feet, he speeds off through the train. He heads towards Ultron and Steve. I'm left to shuffle past grumbling people as I made my way back three cars to the ensuing fight of Ultron against Steve, Pietro, and Wanda. Thankfully I manage to arrive just in time for the drama. Yay me. "Please, don't do this." Ultron says to the twins as if they're his rebel children.

"What choice do we have?" Wanda asks. Ultron seems to grow angry at this before he turns and shoots a high-energy beam from his fingers. The energy is shot toward Pietro, who's guarding a door in front of me. The speedy Sokovian manages to duck away last second. Unfortunately for me, I am not so quick. As soon as Ultron releases the power, it hits me square in the chest and knocks me back a couple of feet. I'm able to absorb most of it until it becomes too much for me to contain. It causes my internal temperature to spike acutely. This causes my eyes to glow a brighter gold than before. I'm soon unable to contain any more of it and fall to the side, allowing the beam to shoot past me through the train. It goes straight to the conductor's area, killing the man while frying all the train's controls.

"Iris!" I hear shuffling footsteps and someone smashing a door from a train car to escape.

Ultron.

"I lost him! He's headed your way!" Steve shouts.

My vision is hazy and distorted as energy flashes across my eyes every couple of seconds, but I'm able to make out a blurry Wanda crouched over me. There's a hand reaching down to touch me. "No, no." I feel like I've been set on fire. "Energy overload. I feel like a baked potato and my temperature is dangerously high. You'd burn yourself." I manage to say between short gasps. I groan and screw my eyes shut as I hear more shuffling and then a crash, sending the train jolting and swaying as it derails. "Wanda, help Steve. I'll be fine." From the main cab, I hear Steve shout something over the noise and then a whoosh.

Pietro.

"Can you stop this thing?" My vision slowly returns. I blow air past my lips and then struggle as I sit up. I reach out to a metal pole to pull myself up. A sizzling noise occurs as my hand comes in contact with it. Then a loud crash transpires as we smash through a building, sending me crashing into the pole which is burning hot from where my hand grips it. I shout in surprise and then suck it up, pulling my feet under me. People all around us are screaming and holding onto whatever they can. Cap suddenly comes tumbling backward, crashing into the bench across from me. Everything in me tells me to go make sure he's okay, but I know I'm still roasting hot. My attention shifts as I see Wanda gear up and use her own abilities to begin stopping the train.

A lightbulb goes off inside my mind.

If I have all this energy coursing through me, why not help Wanda out? It would expel some of the excesses and hopefully return my levels back to normal. I suck in a deep breath and then concentrate on switching the brakes on while also using energy like friction against the front of the train. I feel a drastic drop in energy inside me as the power is sucked away to stop the runaway train. It's worth it. The train begins to stop much quicker than it had been when just Wanda was working on it. Slowly we come to a halt and I release a breath of relief. We didn't die, so there's that. 

The moment we come to a complete halt, terrified passengers begin tearing open the doors and dashing to get out of this crazy train. I don't blame them. Once the majority have exited, Wanda hops out one of the doors. I look up after calming my breathing to see Steve exiting the halted locomotive. Figuring it's probably a good idea to jump out as well, I follow after him. Albeit at a much slower pace. My legs feel weak after going from extremely hot to extremely drained. It's like a power trip or something. "I just need a minute." I hear Pietro pant from where he's sitting on a crate. Wanda nervously stands in front of him.

"I'm very tempted not to give you one." Steve says upon approaching Pietro and Wanda. They look over at us. I give a weak smile, still feeling woozy. I probably look pale after that experience. It's not every day I do something of that nature.

"The Cradle, did you get it?" Wanda asks, getting straight to business as Pietro curiously looks at me. I stand next to Steve's shoulder.

"Stark will take care of it." Rogers notices me and jumps, about to take a step away before I wave my hand.

"I'm fine. I'm not going to roast you alive anymore." I say tiredly, sounding out of it. He nods and then turns his attention back to a horrified looking Wanda.

"No, he won't." She quietly says.

"You don't know what you're talking about. Stark's not crazy." Steve tries to defend his friend.

"I'd like to contradict that last comment." I take a seat next to Pietro, groaning as I do so. He grins sideways at me before throwing an arm around my shoulders as if it's the most casual thing to do. I'm too tired to smack him or give him a snarky comment right now though. I'm just trying to stay conscious. The Maximoff twin seems to notice as I duck my head. He carefully gives my shoulders a shake, trying to keep me awake. "I'm fine...I'm fine." I whisper in his direction. "Just feeling a bit drained." The Sokovian snorts.

"I'd figure after that you'd still be teeming with energy, hot potato." He mocks.

"Shut up." I lazily elbow him in the ribs. "I used a lot of it to help your sister stop the train faster." He just simply chuckles as we both turn our attention to Wanda and Steve, who are very strongly discussing Stark.

"Stark, come in. Stark." Steve turns away from her and tries to get in contact with Tony. "Anyone on comms?"

"I think they're down..." I simply state.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?" Wanda questions Steve.

"Tumblr?" I look up at Wanda, an uneasy feeling washing over me.

"I don't think so, sweetheart." Pietro breaks in while laughing at my suggestion.

"Lovely."

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After Steve's revelation that Tony is, in fact, crazy, he orders us all to stick with him. He makes a call to the government and arranges for a private jet to bring us back to New York ASAP because you know, global emergency. They tell him they can have a jet ready for us in five minutes. Now, of course, it doesn't take us five minutes to get there.

Us meaning Pietro, Wanda, and I.

Pietro simply lifts the two of us over here but is unable to do so for the Captain. So Cap has to find his own way over to the airfield. It isn't too far from the train, though, so he arrives at the airstrip about five minutes after us, which is perfect. We're able to climb aboard as soon as he gets past security. Once aboard, the pilot informs us that he'll get us to NYC as fast as humanly possible. However, it might take a few hours, to which Steve tells him we didn't have a few hours. Either way, I duck out of the conversation and sit near the back of the jet. Pietro and Wanda sit across from me on the opposite white leather couch. I grunt, pull my feet up, and close my eyes with the intent of taking a nap before we have to deal with Tony's crap.

"Hey, Pietro." I say after a few moments of silence.

"Yeah?" He questions.

"I'm sorry for referring to you as the dick brother whenever I thought about you." I bite back a laugh.

"You thought about me?" He asks slowly.

"Mostly about how I was gonna smash your forehead into a counter, but yeah." I hear Wanda chuckle as she shifts.

"Oh." He sounds a bit disappointed. "Well, I'm sorry for what I said in the freighter."

"No worries. I've learned grudges don't get me very far." I assure him.

"And me being 'the dick brother?'" He questions cautiously.

"Oh no, that still applies. Keep referring to him as that." Wanda breaks in, the teasing obvious in her voice. It makes me chuckle and open an eye. Wanda leans against Pietro, his arm draped over her shoulders while she kicks her feet over the armrest on the opposite side of the couch. The male Maximoff twin scowls at his sister.

"Okay, sure." I snicker. "Hey, Wanda? I'm sorry for making you smash your head into that wall on that boat."

"It's no problem. That headache went away a couple days ago." She says and I wince.

"Ouch, I'm really sorry for that then." I apologize.

"Nah, I got my payback." I look over at her, eyes fully open.

"I hit you in the back of the head with that log?" The brunette says slowly.

"Ohh yeah. I think that gave me a concussion. You've got a mean swing." I compliment her.

"So do you." There's a brief pause as we all relax.

"So does this mean we're all like, good now?" I finally ask.

"Yeah, I think we're all good now." The twins respond.

"Good. You two are pretty cool." I smile and drift off for a nap.