"Another nightmare?" Pietro's smile vanished when he saw her expression.
"Not exactly. It just doesn't feel real," Wanda said, taking a sip of coffee.
"So you're just overthinking it—Harry Osborn is supposed to be coming to Sokovia. Do you want to go see him?"
Pietro's thoughts jumped around, but he was straightforward. Since Wanda said she was fine, he would not overthink it.
Besides, Wanda did not look deeply troubled. She just seemed a little lost.
Wanda rose from her chair with her cup in hand and headed for the door.
"Better not join the excitement. You know we..."
But before she could finish, she froze.
"Wanda Django Maximoff, Pietro Django Maximoff—were you two just talking about me?"
Harry Osborn himself was standing in the doorway!
Smack.
Wanda went blank. Her hand loosened, and the cup fell straight down. Fortunately, Pietro was quick enough to catch it.
"Nice reflexes. Ms. Maximoff, you seem a little too surprised. Relax, I'm not here to lay anyone off."
Harry shrugged and sat down on the office sofa.
"Please, sit. There are a few things I'd like to discuss. I'll need a little of your time."
The Maximoff siblings exchanged a glance, then sat across from Harry with some hesitation.
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm her brother. Since our parents died, I've been the head of this household, so..."
Hearing Pietro's words, Wanda gave him a look that said, "Are you serious?"
Honestly, Pietro usually seemed more like the younger sibling.
"Of course I don't mind—it's not as if it's some shameful secret." Harry did not care. Both siblings had useful talents, so there was no reason to leave either one out.
As he spoke, Harry tossed a Holographic Projection device onto the table. The image showed a Synthetic diligently adjusting a