I feel like I needed to do a chapter in between last episode and Insecurity. ((I am not writing about Agendas bc that is all about Conner.))

Undisclosed Location

November 29, 20:38 ???

It had been a week since the mission in Quarac and Wanda was still fuming. Here she was, practically risking her life to ask for help from the team and they turn her away?

Inconceivable. Unacceptable.

How dare they blame her for her parents death? She was a child just discovering her abilities,  unable to control them or understand what was happening to her and they had the audacity to blame her in her moment of weakness, when she came to them seeking asylum?

This will not stand. Wanda will not allow this.

They accept her brother with open arms yet turn her away? Do they fail to see the hypocrisy of it all?

Well, she was going to show them the errors of their way. One way or another, Wanda was going to make them pay.

Letting out a soft gasp, Wanda stared at herself in the mirror that sat across from her bed in her room, noticing the dark red glow in her eyes, the scarlet hue that surrounded her body, the levitating objects that floated around her room.

She was losing control of her emotions and therefore her powers, letting the incident get the better of her. She was turning into something she wasn't, something she swore to Pietro she would never become.

She was becoming a true agent of the Light. And that terrified her to her core.

Mount Justice

November 29, 20:38 EDT

Pietro stood in the bathroom attached to his room, staring in the mirror. Physically, he was at the mountain, but mentally he was back in Harjavti's office with the team and Wanda, imagining how different everything would have gone had the team accepted Wanda.

Would she have been brought back to the mountain? Would he have been exposed as a mole? Would they have been accepted then? Or would they have been turned away, shunned from the team and the League, forced back on the run for the rest of their lives? Or worse, turned over to Sokovian authorities?

Pietro had found a home here and he couldn't risk losing it, and that made him feel sick to his stomach. He had betrayed his sister. And for what? To save his own skin? To protect himself? He had always had a purpose in life, to protect Wanda and keep  her  safe and now here he was, throwing that purpose out the window to be selfish. 

Yelling in a rage, Pietro's fist shot out from his side and punched the mirror, shattering it. Glass shards went flying everywhere, some embedding themselves in his fist. He deserved the pain, it was nothing in comparison to what his twin was feeling because of him. 

He was a terrible person and an even worse brother. 

A knock on his bedroom door brought him out of his mind. 

Pietro sped around the bathroom, cleaning up the glass and bandaging his hand before opening the door to see Zatanna standing there with a concerned expression on her face. He smiled easily at her presence. "Hey, Zee. What's up?"

"I was on my way to get you for movie night when I heard a yell. Is everything okay?" She peeked around the speedster into his room, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. 

Pietro shrugged. "Yeah. I was yelling because I got frustrated with my closet door. No biggie."

"What happened to your hand?" She gestured to the bandages, her brow furrowed. "That wasn't there an hour ago, was it?"

Pietro gulped inaudibly. "I, uh, I don't want to talk about it."

""tro - "

Tensing at the nickname only his sister uses, Pietro pulled back from Zatanna's touch before brushing past her, closing the door to his room. "Come on, it is movie night. We don't want to hold the others up."

Zatanna watched her boyfriend's retreating back for a moment, confused as to what she did to upset him, unaware of his inner turmoil and the demons that haunted him. 

Pietro made his way to the lounge where the rest of the team was gathered in their civvies and sprawled across the furniture, a Disney movie cued up on the television. They all turned when he entered the room, Zee not too far behind him. "Look who finally decided to join us! Took you long enough."

Pietro sneered at Wally as he took his seat, Zatanna tentatively sitting next to him. "Can it, West." 

The other's noticed his mood and instantly began asking him questions, poking and prodding the silver haired speedster with their inquiries while blatantly ignoring Zatana's warning looks. Pietro was growing increasingly frustrated, grinding his teeth with his arms crossed over his chest. 

It wasn't until Artemis asked him a particular question that he blew up. "What's with the crappy bandaging on your hand?"

Pietro shot up from the couch, glaring at his friends. "Shut up! All of you! My goodness, can't you see how annoying you are all being? I don't want to talk about it! I am fine! Perfectly. Fine. Sorry I can't bandage my hand right, Artemis, not all of us had to  learn how to bandage ourselves at a young age like you." Artemis narrowed her eyes at the teen and Pietro realized his mistake too late, but he couldn't take it back without making it worse. He stomped to the edge of the room. "I'm going to bed. I don't feel like movie night tonight. Tell Tornado to mark me absent or whatever it is he does. Good night."

As he was leaving he heard M'gann ask Artemis what he meant by what he said. Pietro cursed mentally as he went to his room, slamming the door shut. 

Crawling into his bed, he stared up at the ceiling as his mind wandered back to thoughts of his sister and how she was fairing. He hadn't had any contact with her since the mission in Quarac and he was worried. 

"Sestra...please. Give me a sign that you are okay. Please. I need you."

...I am here, Pietro.

Pietro shot up out of bed.

Where? Can I see you?

No. I am at the base with the Light.

Pietro furrowed his brow. 

But that is halfway across the globe! How can you reach me? Shouldn't I be out of range?

I...I have advanced my abilities considerably. Training with Klarion and Psimon has done wonders for me. 

You've been training with Klarion?!

...yes. Does this bother you?

I-I don't know. He is chaos, Wands. Please, be careful. 

I know what I am doing, 'tro. 

...I know. 

Do you?

What is that supposed to mean?

I don't know, you tell me. I am a telepath, remember. I know that you are afraid for me and of me. I know that you have your doubts of my sanity. I know that some part of you blames me for mama and otec deaths. I know - 

Wanda, you are crossing serious boundaries by reading my mind, that you have to know. 

When were you going to tell me you and the magician were dating? Is that why you didn't want me with the team? Afraid I would disapprove? 

I didn't tell you because we haven't spoken in a week. And don't change the subject. 

We haven't spoken because you didn't stand up for me, not until it was too late.

Again with the reading my mind!

I was still there, you nitwit! I just disguised myself from your minds.

So you were spying on us?

Yes. And thanks for calling me psychotic. Love that. 

I said you were possibly psychotic to protect our relation...Wands, can we please not fight? I hate it when we fight. 

...me too. I'm sorry for reading your mind, 'tro.

I'm sorry for not defending you.

You had a perfectly valid reason. 

No, I didn't. You always come first. I could've found a way to stand up for you and protect our status. But I failed. 

You did not fail, 'tro. 

How did I not fail?

I am alive and we will be united very soon, so you did not fail. You were protecting yourself and the mission. 

How can you be so sure?

Everything is coming together on the Light's end. They will soon make their move. 

And what is their move?

I am not privy to that information. Not yet. But I will find out. Soon. And then I will tell you.

Or Robin.

'tro...no fighting. 

Sorry, sorry. 

I have to go though. This far of a telepathic bond causes immense strain. I love you.

I love you too, sestra. Take care.

You as well.

Pietro laid back down in his bed, a smile on his face. He repaired his relationship with Wanda and was soon going to get intel for the team on the Light. 

All was right in the world.