Pietro had waited patiently and quietly for his little twin sister to return to him. He had not lost faith, not when his memory was missing of this place and where he had been since she disappeared. Wanda was the missing part of him, and they had never been parted. He would tear the world apart to keep her safe from harm, no matter how she would protest.
Putting his phone away, Pietro had run his fingers through his hair before zooming off around the island at lightning speed. Actually, he thought he was a little quicker than lightning judging by how quickly he located his sister. She was unkempt and looked tired and powerful at the same time. Pietro did not sleep so much that night, keeping a watchful eye on the little bird on his bed.
She stirred fitfully and he immediately sprang from his snoozing, cradling her hand in his, "Wanda, Wanda, Wanda... quiet now."