Wanda knew that her brother wasn't here. If he was, then he would be with her now. It was a fact and something that Wanda not only knew but felt in her heart. He wasn't here and he wouldn't be coming to find her...

She exhaled a short breath, watching as the liquor shifted in her bottle. "He's rash and quick to get angry. He's always protecting me and reminding me that he's a few minutes older than me." Wanda didn't mind Steve's lack of social skills, she wasn't particularly skilled at talking to people either. "He is admirable. We're twins."