After a small amount longer of teasing, the Maximoff children left the base.  This was possible by Pietro scooping up Wanda and Lorna, and Anya hopping on his back. This was quite painful for the man, but he managed to get them back out into Novi Grad, the capital--and their home city.

"Pietro! Alex!" Lorna insisted, pointing back in the direction of the base. "We can't just leave him!" Her tone was urgent. Wanda wondered if she had any sort of feelings for him...Hmm.

Pietro grunted as he set all his siblings on their feet. "He can leave on his own. He's smart." He looked to Anya, who nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the area. Citizens were scurrying about, frightened by the sound of the battle at the base. Judging by the crumpled pile of metal that vaguely resembled Iron Man suits, Anthony had set off his suits on the city to get them to evacuate. Clearly, it hadn't worked.

"Come," Anya beckoned, waving them over to the center of the square, where people were handing out clothing and food for those who didn't have any. 

"Are we just going to help them?" Pietro sounded annoyed. "We must come up with a plan to fight the Avengers!" Wanda couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. He sounded like a little child throwing a temper tantrum. She wouldn't be surprised if he stomped his foot.

"Yes, we are. Now help." Anya's tone was firm as she gently made her way through the group of people, to the front, where she helped hand things out. Pietro sighed, blurring away before coming back with his own box full of stuff. Wanda scowled--he was stealing things again.

At the front of the line was a blonde woman with a blue scarf. The siblings recognized her as Zrinka, the woman who had lived down the street from them with her younger brother, Costel. "This is for your brother," Pietro said, taking out a football, "and this," he took out a shimmering silver slip dress, "is not for your brother."

"Oh, no," the woman said, holding it up, "this is too--"

"Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris? At least Gertie's looked warm," Wanda piped up sarcastically, making the woman look confused and Pietro scowl at his sister.  Wanda merely turned round, making her way down the street.

"Uh, she's kidding," Pietro said, making a face, before following after his sister.  "You're jealous you're not getting a dress." He grinned mockingly at her. 

"You keep stealing, you're going to get shot," Wanda shot back, glaring at him. When he scoffed, she added, "I mean it. At speed, nothing can touch you, but standing still--"

"Do you think I want to be? You said, "Wait." I'm waiting. I don't know for what. We had Stark helpless. All these years and you--"

"Costel!" Zrinka's voice cut through the air. She ran past the twins to a little boy--Costel--standing near them. "Costel, where did you go?"

"The church," he replied, then looked up at Wanda and Pietro. "The man says you need to come to the church."

"What man?" Wanda asked, suddenly on guard. Who could possibly want them?

"The Iron Man."

The twins exchanged a look. This could be interesting.