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Chapter 2: Farm

Clint wasn't even facing the surveillance cameras but he knew exactly what the boy, Pietro, was doing, running into a wall. He rubbed his forehead. The girl, Wanda, hadn't moved for two hours, she was crunched up on the bed, staring at oblivion.

He had put them in the bunkers he had under the farm, one on either side of the grounds. He had put them in when Stark's place was blown up, encase it was discovered and someone tried to bomb them they would have somewhere safe to go which would defend from any bomb short of an atomic. Why he had put them either side of the farm he had no idea, but they were both underground so surveillance couldn't see them. Each bunker consisted of six bedrooms (with an ensuite) which were 6ft x 8ft and one large room which was 16ft x16ft. The twins were in separate bunkers locked in one of the bedrooms. As it happened Wanda couldn't blast through the concrete and Pietro couldn't run it down either, although he was trying.

Clint felt guilty about separating them, back on the jet Pietro had managed to force himself out of a deep sleep so he could remain with his sister. Not to mention when they touched down the girl Wanda had woken up, and she was fully awake.

The girl snapped up as she realised her surroundings. Instantly red began to circulate around her fingers, Clint pulled one of the arrows he had stuck on her head earlier.

"Try anything and I'll stick this on you, then my friend over there" he said motioning at Steve "will fire a bullet through this punk's leg." Steve pointed a gun at the boy's leg.

The effect was instant. The girl stood down as soon as her brother was threatened. She remained quiet as Clint put handcuffs on her, she never stopped looking at Steve, who was still pointing a gun at her brother's leg.

"Get up"

The girl obliged and winced slightly as Clint tied a blindfold round her eyes.

"I'll take her to her room. Thor come with me. Tony, go to the house and tell the woman that Natasha and Bruce need to go somewhere safe. Then come back with Steve. Steve, don't move that gun" Clint snapped, he was the only person on that plane whose thoughts weren't elsewhere, it was his turn to make orders.

Thor accompanied him quietly to the bunker. Clint told him to wait outside as he took the girl down. Only when she was in the room did he take the blindfold and handcuffs off. He stood in the corner of the room as she surveyed her surroundings.

"What's your name? It feels a bit weird calling you girl."

She turned and stared at him oddly.

"You know my file."

"Yes but I'm lazy and wasn't exactly concentrating on a briefing when I was recovering from having a patch of skin regrown."

"Wanda"

"And your brother?"

"Pietro."

He nodded and a silence fell over them.

"Why did you join Ultron?"

"Reasons"

"What? I'm not really getting a 'kill all humans' vibe from you"

"It's not a kill all humans, it's a destroy the avengers"

"That makes more sense, but why do you want to kill the avengers"

"The world would be better off"

"We help people, we save people"

"No, you fight your wars and people die, innocent people. But you don't consider them, you just continuing living like the General, who considers it a victory regardless of the death toll, who sits above the rest allowing the chaos to gather as they remain safe"

"Kid, I don't know if you know this, but I don't exactly sit on the side lines, and neither do the others."

"You still leave chaos, I can pinpoint over 90 occasions when innocent people have died and suffered because of your actions, you've never even been to see the damage you caused in New York"

"How the hell..." he grabbed the arrow he had threatened her with earlier and moved to grab her, she jumped out the way but he caught her arm, he held her close, the arrow a centimetre from her head.

"I won't look again!" she cried.

"Good" Clint had been planning to stick the thing on her head anyway but he felt bad, at this distance he couldn't disregard the fact that she was ultimately a kid, sure, a messed up punk of one, but a kid all the same. He let go of her arm and backed off. "I'll get you some clothes to change into, through that door is a bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet. I'll also bring some basic toiletries and other things. Make yourself at home." He turned to leave.

"Why didn't you bring Pietro down with me?"

"Because he's not staying anywhere near you"

"What"

"Why would I put him near you? What have either of you done to earn that? Have you any idea what you did to Bruce, or Natasha, or pretty much the whole team?! You deserve absolutely nothing, you're only here because I'd prefer not to have the blood of two dumb kids who thought they knew what they were getting into on my hands. Not to mention Ultron recruited you for a reason, and I'm guessing that you haven't completed that reason as we're all still alive."

"You don't understand, he has to be near me." Clint could see the panic rising in her.

"Why?"

"He just has to"

"See, maybe if you'd given me a reason I would've said ok and looked him up next to you but… goodbye Wanda, I loved the talk."

"No wait…" Clint shut the door and walked off to join Thor.

Clint shook his head, why these kids hated them so much he had no idea. They particularly hated Stark, which wasn't difficult, but these kids didn't even know him! The way that they had looked at him back on that boat though, the boy especially, just pure anger and hatred.

He turned back to the cameras, Pietro was lying on the bed for a change. Apparently asleep. There was nothing calm about how the boy slept, he was face down on the pillow, but he was also hugging it, clinging like his life depended on it, his entire body was shaking violently. As Clint watched, the boy's body shot into a ball shape, the pillow was crunched in the middle of the tight ball, but Pietro soon let go of it and started to claw for something, the hand search became more desperate as he couldn't find what it needed, the boy rolled over and Clint could see he was obviously muttering something, suddenly his eyes snapped open, and he became a blur. The blur spat across the room and reformed in the corner, Pietro was crunched in a ball shaking, panting, staring terrified at everything, his eyes darting everywhere. Finally his breathing began to slow and the shaking changed into sobs that shook his whole body, the boy buried his head in his hands.

Clint felt and overwhelming pity for the boy, this was probably why Wanda had wanted to be near her brother, he looked at her live feed, she hadn't moved but small tears where now dribbling down her cheeks, she knew.

Sighing and knowing he was going to regret his actions he turned off the videos and went up to his room. Careful not to wake Laura, grabbing a clean t shirt and some track pants he then went back down to the kitchen and made a hot chocolate, he then grabbed a blanket off the sofa. He folded the fabrics over his arm and held the drink in the other, with another sigh he headed out to the bunker.

As he entered the room Pietro was still in the corner, only he had stopped crying but his clothes where soaked through with sweat.

"I brought you some stuff" said Clint awkwardly, holding out the drink.

Pietro stared at Clint with distrust.

"Trust me, there's nothing in it, it's just hot chocolate"

Pietro waited a few moments before getting up and reaching out for the drink. Clint handed it to him.

"I brought a blanket and some spare clothes for you to change into, if you want to go clean yourself up in the bathroom."

The boy looked relieved as he took the clothes. He moved off to the bathroom. Clint went out of the room to grab a chair, when he entered again Pietro had the blanket wrapped round his shoulders was sitting with the drink on his bed, his foot tapping anxiously.

"You want to talk about whatever the hell that was"

"It was just a nightmare"

"That was a little more than just a nightmare, more like a night terror"

Pietro sat in silence and drank from the mug, Clint returned the silence silently cursing at how Pietro's barriers were back up. He sat there until Pietro had finished the drink.

"This doesn't change anything" said Pietro as Clint took the mug. "We aren't friends, we aren't on the same side."

"I know." Said Clint walking over to the door. "But you had a nightmare and I'm not sadistic enough to let you suffer"

He walked out.

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