"Anya! Anya!" Ten-year-old Wanda squeaked, jumping up and down. "Do my hair! Please?" Her green eyes glittered pleadingly as she gazed up at her eldest sister from her spot on the floor in the kids' shared bedroom.

Fifteen-year-old Anya chuckled, nodding as she sat down on her rickety bed. Anya, as the oldest, had the largest bed. Wanda and her twin brother, Pietro, shared a bed, while Lorna, the youngest at age five, had her own small bed. "C'mon, sit on my lap," Anya said. Sokovian rolled off her tongue so easily, Wanda marveled at how pretty her voice was. She used to make her sister sing lullabies to her at bedtime, and it helped her sleep.

Wanda hopped up on the bed, crawling onto her sister's lap obediently. Anya smiled, brushing out Wanda's hair as she hummed to her.

"Anya! Anya!" came Pietro's whining voice as he came in, kicking a football. "Tell Lorna to stop following me!" Little Lorna toddled after her brother with a giggle. The youngest Maximoff had latched onto her big brother, following him everywhere. She wanted to be just like him when she was older, she had proclaimed.

Anya laughed softly. "Do stop following Piet around, Lorn," she told her youngest sister as she started Wanda's braid. "He doesn't like it." The toddler sighed heavily, nodding her head.

Pietro kicked the ball around, sucking in a sharp breath after having kicked the ball so hard it hurtled into the wall, creating a hole. "Shoot."

"Mom's gonna kill you!" Wanda sang with a grin, kicking her legs a little as she clapped her hands. Lorna giggled, clapping her own chubby hands.

Pietro scowled in response. "Be on my side for once!" He protested, stomping his foot.

"Kids! Come to dinner!" Marya, the kids' mother, called. Anya tied off Wanda's braid, before helping her off the bed and out to the dining room.

"Mama! Mama!" Wanda chirped with a smirk. "Pietro kicked his ball into the wall and it made a huge hole!" Marya's expression fell into a stern look, and Pietro looked horrified at his sister.

"You snitch!" Pietro whined. "It was an accident!"

"Well, you'll be helping the neighbors to get the money to fix it," Django, their father, declared as he spooned spaghetti onto the kids' plates. Pietro huffed quietly, but said nothing and merely sat down at the table along with his siblings.

"No, no, I can pay for it." Anya shook her head. "I have plenty of money from working at the market. It's no big deal, Mama, Papa. Really."

Marya's expression softened. "Anya, what did we do to deserve you?" She asked with a soft smile. "You're so good."

Anya giggled. "Thanks, Mama," she replied as she spooned herself spaghetti. "I think it was your good cooking that made me good."

"More! More!" Lorna squeaked, reaching her small hand up to place atop her father's. "More food, Papa!" Django chuckled, spooning more spaghetti for her.

Pietro huffed in annoyance as no one was handing him a roll, and stood, reaching across the table to grab one. Just as he did so, though, the ceiling caved in as something large and dark dropped through it, causing a massive hole in the ground right through the center of the table. Marya and Django pushed their children away, though ended up falling through the hole. 

Pietro cried out in fear, yanking his three sisters away from the hole and up toward their parent's bed, rolling beneath it with them. "Mama! Papa!" Wanda screamed, her eyes round with fear as she curled into herself. Her parents were dead. They were dead!

Another large dark object dropped easily through the hole, landing on top of the first one. It was inches from their faces, blocking their way out from under the bed. Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, waiting on it to go off, to end their lives. She wanted it to go off. At least then she would be with her parents. She would be at peace. 

But it didn't go off. It just sat there. Wanda slowly opened one eye, then another, looking at the object. It was made of metal, and rounded. It had two words painted on the side facing them: Stark Industries.

"Tony Stark owns that company," Anya told her siblings quietly. "And we're going to kill him. Just as he killed Mama and Papa."

Wanda did nothing but nod in agreement. Tony Stark must pay.