Pietro, Dahlia, and Wanda were, quite literally, stuck inside the house.

Natasha, Rhodey, and Tony were leaving the premises, not telling anywhere where they were going. Only Vision was here, and Dahlia was fairly sure it was to keep an eye on them, though he didn't mind spending time with Wanda.

Dahlia was driving herself insane, with only Pietro for company, since Wanda was cooking with Vision in the kitchen.

"You look pretty now." Dahlia said, pleased with her work of braiding Pietro's hair.

Pietro was currently sitting on the ground, with his back to her, waiting patiently as she braided strand after strand.

"I always look pretty, what do you mean?" Pietro scoffed, doing a hair flip with what little he had.

"I'm not gonna argue with that." Dahlia laughed, grabbing a magazine from her side table, thumbing through it. Pietro pulled the hair tie from his head, releasing his hair from the confining braids.

She sighed and flopped onto her back. "I'm bored."

"You're impossible to please, you know." Pietro snorted, turning around to look at her.

Dahlia shrugged. "It's part of my charm." It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being the chirping of crickets outside.

"Do you think everyone's okay? You know, with the fights and all?" Dahlia's voice was small and afraid, two things she hated to be.

Pietro took one look at her worried face and moved to sit next to her on the bed, laying his hand atop hers. "Natasha will be fine, I promise."

Dahlia was silently thankful that he knew what she was thinking, for she wasn't sure if she could be strong enough to tell him on her on her own. "I know she can take care of herself, but I worry, you know? Usually she's right there with me, but now? She's out there and I worry I'll never see her again."

Pietro tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, lightly holding her chin in his hand. "I understand, really. She knows how to kick ass better than anyone else I know, except maybe you. She'll be fine, even if you two are on opposite sides."

"You're awfully wise, Speedy." Dahlia's voice was breathy, her heartbeat quickened by the closeness between them.

"It's all part of my charm." Pietro breathed quietly.

It was as if they were magnets, and staying apart was possible, but in the end, they'd find their way back to each other. And Dahlia believed that it was because of this magnetic force, that their lips naturally found their way onto the other's, melting together in harmony.

She felt like she was dehydrated and Pietro was water, like his heart and hers were meant to be intertwined.

Many people say that when you kiss that special person, you feel fireworks. Dahlia had an issue with that, for it was far from true. When her lips met his, the world slowed down, and all she could think of was Pietro Maximoff.

His touch, hands on the small of her back.

His lips, softly brushing against hers.

His heart, which she could feel beating fast underneath the palm of her right hand.

His hair, which was running through her fingers.

Pietro, at the same time, was internally freaking out. Since he had nearly died in Sokovia, he worried every day that one of them might get fatally wounded before he could tell her how crazy he was for her.

And now, the girl of his dreams was right there, within his grasp. It was needless to say that he was head over heels, for one Dahlia Lilith Anelace.

Pietro's hands ran through her hair, pulling her closer to him, not wanting to let her go.

"Wanda said I could find you in here, we need to go before Vision breaks ou-"

Clint Barton stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

Pietro and Dahlia froze in their spot at his voice, lips still connected, Pietro's shirt collar askew, both of their hair a mess.

Clint's eyes were wide before he shook himself out of it. "Normally, I'd say something about this, but we have to go. Now."

Dahlia gulped and collected herself, Pietro following behind. She grabbed her bag with all three of their gear, suits, and weaponry, jogging after Clint to the kitchen where Wanda was waiting.

"Why do you have lipstick on your face?" Wanda asked curiously when she saw her brother. She turned to Dahlia. "And why is your lipstick smudg- oh my god."

A giddy smile spread across the younger Maximoff's face. She had been waiting for the day this would happen since they first met, but she had no time to freak out, since Clint pulled them all away.

"It's this way." Clint pulled them towards the way out, but Wanda stood still.

"Go without me. I've caused enough problems."

He ran back to her, leaving Pietro and Dahlia standing at the door, looking at the scene with concern.

"You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you wanna mope, you can go to school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass. Shit." Clint swore as he saw Vision break out of the force field.

Dahlia ran towards them, trying to hold off Vision by kicking him, but he easily pushed her to the ground. He moved on to Clint, dodging his blows and getting him into a chokehold.

"Clint, you cannot overpower me." Vision spoke clearly.

"I know I can't. But she can." Clint managed a smirk.

Wanda stood up next to Clint, and Dahlia picked herself up off of the floor. "Vision, that's enough. Let him go. We're leaving."

"I can't let you."

Her hands started to glow red, and Clint slipped from Vision's grip. "I'm sorry."

Vision's eyes were soft as they looked at her. "If you do this... they will never stop being afraid of you."

"I can't control their fear, only my own." Wanda gritted her teeth, and sent Vision crashing through the floor, creating a hole in the middle of the kitchen.

Dahlia looked down the hole on the edge. "Is it weird I want to jump down it?"

"Yes, very." Clint looked concerned.

"No, no, I do too." Pietro stood beside her.

Clint turned to Wanda. "Your brother and his girlfriend are weird."

"It's a match made in heaven." Wanda stifled a laugh.

"Come on," Clint said to the three kids. "We got one more stop."

"And yes, before you ask, Dahlia, there is popcorn for you."

"Finally, this team is supplying my needs."

•

"So, you're telling me that Captain America, needs me to help?"

Scott Lang was a very cheerful, childish man, and Dahlia Anelace found him very interesting.

He immediately gave her fun uncle vibes, and they got along very well.

"Yes, Scott, that's what we're saying." Clint, on the other hand, was not amused.

"Woo-hoo! Let's go, then!"

Five hours later, they were off of the plane and in a dingy old van, rumbling along the road.

Wanda was sitting in the corner, watching the ball of red in her hand, playing around with it while Scott watched in amazement.

Clint was driving the van, desperately trying to stay awake.

Dahlia and Pietro were sat across from each other in the back, laughing in quiet tones.

"I'm telling you, babies are gross looking! If someone told me that my baby looked like me, I would cry."

Pietro laughed at her words, snorting a bit by accident. "Dahls, they're not that bad."

He was quiet for a moment with a smile on his face, and Dahlia waited for him to finish.

"But they're definitely no models, that's for sure."

Dahlia chuckled, resting her head on the back of the van. "Ugh, we've been on the road for hours, I'm so bored."

Pietro looked straight at Dahlia, not hesitating before saying, "Be careful with that, remember what happened last time you were bored?"

Dahlia turned a deep shade of scarlet as Scott asked, "What happened last time you were bored?"

Wanda started laughing loudly as Dahlia and Pietro hurried to explain.

"Nothing, it was nothing." They both said in a rush.

"I get the sense it wasn't nothing." Scott whispered to Wanda.

"It wasn't."

•

"Heya, Rogers! Didja miss me?" Dahlia grinned widely at the man, leaning up against the car.

"Of course I did, kid." Steve rolled his eyes at the girl in front of him. "Buck, this is Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, and Dahlia Anelace."

A man stood far behind him, who Dahlia recognized from the files as James Buchanan Barnes.

"Hey! I'm Dahlia." She smiled and held out a hand for him to shake, which he did hesitantly.

Bucky wasn't used to anyone approaching him so easily. Usually, everyone stared across the room for a while or just ignored him, but this girl was so very open, grinning brightly at the sight of him.

"Bucky." He said carefully, but a smile found it's way onto his face. The girl's happiness was infectious, he couldn't help it.

She turned away from him and ran up to the boy who had been introduced as Pietro, talking animatedly.

Bucky nudged Steve's arm a bit with his elbow. "That one seems like a handful, huh?"

Steve chuckled, as did Clint, who had heard what he said as well. "You have no idea. Luckily Maximoff seems to keep her in check."

Clint grinned. "You owe me five bucks, by the way."

Steve frowned. "What? Why?"

"I caught your innocent little Dahlia with her tongue down the speedster's throat when I picked them up."

His jaw dropped. "Are you sure that was Dahlia? I didn't think she liked him that way!"

Clint laughed and clapped him on the back. "Oh, Steve, it's clear as day."

Steve shook his head before returning to the discussion at hand. "You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice."

"Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt."

"Thanks for having my back."

Wanda joined the conversation, obviously tired of listening to Pietro and Dahlia's weird conversations. "It was time to get off my ass."

"I was perfectly content on mine, but I wasn't about to let my dear Wanda go alone." Dahlia interjected.

"How about our other recruit?" Steve turned back to Hawkeye.

"He's raring to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but... he should be good." Clint opened the door of the van, revealing Scott, laying flat on the floor.

Scott squinted his eyes, stumbling out of the car. "What time zone is this?"

"Come on, come on." Clint helped him out, and that was when Scott noticed Steve, his jaw going slack and launching into full fanboy mode.

"Captain America." Scott moved to shake his hand, not letting go once he did.

"Mr. Lang." Steve's voice was formal, and Dahlia scoffed at the treatment Scott was receiving.

"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America."

Dahlia watched in amusement as Scott made a fool of himself.

"Wait. I know you three! Like, I know we hung out in the car, but you're superheroes too, right?" Scott looked excitedly at the Maximoff twins and Dahlia.

"You're the Belladonna, right? You're my daughter's favorite."

Dahlia grinned at the idea of being any kids' favorite Avenger. "Remind me later, and I'll sign something for her."

He smiled and turned back to Steve, feeling his shoulders. "Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super-people, so... thinks for thanking of me."

Scott caught sight of Sam. "Hey, man!"

"What's up, Tic-Tac?"

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I..."

"It was a great audition, but it'll... it'll never happen again."

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asked, not wanting to scare him off with too much information.

"Something about some psycho-assassins?" Scott scratched the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how little he knew.

"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?"

Bucky called to Steve. "We should get moving."

"We've got a chopper lined up." Clint said as he grabbed his arrows from the passenger seat.

A voice crackled over the speakers. "Dies ist eine Notsituation. Alle Passagiere müssen den Flughafen sofort evakuieren."

"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky translated.

"Stark." Sam's voice was gruff.

"Stark?" Scott asked.

Steve's attention was drawn away from the situation as a loud burst of laughter came from Dahlia and Pietro.

The girl ran over, a goofy grin on her face. "Hey, Cap. Real quick, do you know what a Stucky fanfic is?"

"Suit up, Anelace."

"He's definitely read them."