~The old me is dead and gone~

This chapter is split focus between B&T and W&P, just FYI

As with last chapter, dialogue in italics is translated from Sokovian.

A few hours after the encounter with the twin Avengers, the two teen boys were sitting in their room at the new location of Hydra, staring down at two pictures in the brunettes hand. One was a picture of the young Maximoff twins and the other was a picture of them, a striking similarity between Wanda and the two teens.

The white haired one snorted, standing up off the bed to pace the small room. "How could she not see the resemblance? We have her face!"

The brunette took a minute to respond, his eyes glued to the pictures. "Brother, she is not expecting us. She did not know to even begin to think of us that way."

The speedster paused, sitting back down next to his brother with a sigh. "You are right, Wiccan."

"Of course I am, Speed." The brunette responded easily, dodging his brothers jab. He paused, looking at the brother named Speed. "Brother, why do we refer to ourselves and each other by the names Hydra gave us and not the ones we chose for ourselves?"

Speed shrugged. "Force of habit, as they say. Would you prefer I call you Billy?"

"I...I do not know. Would you like to be called Tommy?"

"I believe I would, yes. Is that too much trouble for you?" There was a bit of snark in Tommy's voice as he addressed his brother. 

Billy rolled his eyes. "Nothing is too much trouble for me. You know this."

"Oh, right. How could I forget that my twin brother is all powerful whereas I got the short end of the power stick."  Tommy scoffed. 

Billy stared at his brother for a moment, the photographs forgotten in his hands. "You really feel that way?"

Tommy looked to Billy, studying his face for a second before he looked away and snorted. "Of course not! Look at me, I am amazing and perfect just the way I am." Billy chuckled, attempting to elbow his brother. Tommy, of course, was much too quick for him. The lighter haired boy laughed as he ducked out of the way of his brother's elbow, zipping to the other side of the room. "You have got to be quicker than that, brother."

Billy groaned. "You and those awful jokes. No wonder mother doesn't love us." Tommy grew still, his eyes narrowing at the wall next to his head. Billy realized his mistake a millisecond too late. "Tommy, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking I - "

"I'm going to go train." Tommy spoke with ice and venom in his voice, stalking over to the door. He ripped it open, storming through it and slamming it shut behind him, leaving his brother to sit on the bed in the same position he was in before, staring at the closed door. 

The brunette teen sighed, looking back down at the pictures. He stared at the face of young Wanda Maximoff and felt a spike of anger and hatred fill his body. "This is your fault. If you are as great and powerful as they say, you should've sensed something about us the moment we were in range. Or at least noticed we have your damn face!" Billy's hand ignited with blue fire, burning the picture with Wanda and Pietro Maximoff to ashes. He stared coldly at the ashes. "Next time, it won't just be a picture I burn."

 + + +

Quicksilver groaned as he opened his eyes, his head throbbing. Looking around his surroundings, he found himself to be on the Avenger's quinjet, which appeared to be in the same position it was in before he was knocked unconscious. 

Standing up in a confused daze, the silver haired speedster walked through the jet, trying to find another person. As soon as he began looking, he found Bruce sitting in the co-pilot seat, drool dripping out of his mouth as he slept. The speedster scoffed before he shook the man's shoulder, jerking him awake from his slumber. 

"Huh? What? Pietro? What are you doing back?" Bruce asked, wiping his chin and mouth with the back of his hand. 

"I was going to ask you the same thing, Banner. The last thing I remember was being K.O.'ed by a teen with Wanda - oh my gosh, where is Wanda?" Quicksilver asked, grabbing the scientist by the collar of his shirt. 

"I don't know, as you can see, I was asleep." Bruce drawled.

"We have to find her, she could be hurt or wor - "

"Which is exactly why Stark installed tracers in all of our uniforms." Bruce cut Quicksilver off, pulling up a computer and typing on it. His brow furrowed. "Huh. That's odd."

"What is? What is odd?" Quicksilver asked, tapping his foot impatiently. "Where is my sister?"

"It says her and the rest of the team are still in the Hydra base. But why would you be out here with me? And why were we asleep?" Bruce scratched his temple. "It doesn't make sense."

Quicksilver shrugged. "We can figure that out later. Right now, I am going to go check on the team. Make sure they are all alive and possibly wake them up if they are still snoozing. Coming?'

"Sure." Bruce nodded, standing up out of the chair with a stretch. "Just let me grab a  - " Swoosh. " - jacket. Really, Pietro, we need to work on your patience."

"And we need to work on your sense on urgency. Our friends and teammates could be in grave trouble in there and you are worried about a jacket?!" Quicksilver rolled his eyes, stepping over unconscious Hyrda bodies. "Let's split up and find them. Given the looks of these goons, they are probably still asleep."

Quicksilver ran through the compound, easily finding and waking up the rest of the Avengers before Bruce and regrouping them in the courtyard. Iron Man looked at the rest of the team. "So, let's compare notes. We were all pulling recon when we got knocked out at the same time?"

"Sums it up nicely." Sam replied. 

"Actually, Wanda and I were confronting two...teens? Both enhanced, like us. They were wheeling a gurney with a body on it when we were discovered. They were talking nonsense in Sokovian when one of them simply said 'sleep' and next thing I knew I was waking up on the quinjet." Quicksilver supplied the team with an explanation. 

"Same here. Except, I woke up in the same place." Scarlet Witch looked to her brother. "They probably moved you to the quinjet before leaving because of your rapid recovery time, due to your accelerated metabolism."

Everyone nodded at that. Quicksilver had a thoughtful look on his face. "Still, it's been at least an hour or two. I should've recovered in minutes. What...what did that kid hit us with?"