Wanda and Pietro, post-takedown
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ax_mainWanda visits her bro in the infirmary, and Maximoff Time happens.
Wanda paused for a moment outside the room Hank had said they'd put Pietro in, wondering whether or not she should interrupt if he was in there with Lance. They'd want time, she knew...
Fuck it. Lance had already seen Pietro. He'd rescued Pietro. And while Wanda didn't regret having gone after Tommy instead, she wanted to see her brother. Not that she thought they'd lie to her, but...seeing was believing.
Much to her surprise, Lance actually wasn't inside the room when she barged in. Just Pietro, looking as if he'd just woken up a few minutes before, or as if...
"They fucking drugged you, didn't they?" Wanda accused as she came over and sat down on the edge of his bed, already reaching for his hand. "What the fuck is up with that?"
He found her hand instantly, even though he still felt weirdly off-kilter. Not slowed down anymore just... gross and groggy? Or something. "Scared to face me otherwise," he joked half-heartedly.
"Not going to argue that. You kinda look like shit," she teased back with about the same level of conviction. "I'm scared to look at you, too." She squeezed his hand and let her smile fade. "I should've turned the bastards inside out."
"Today I'm gonna say yeah, probably." Pietro sighed and squeezed back. "Tomorrow I'm gonna say we got em so fuck it--and use this as fuel for my righteous indignation and youtube domination.
"Stupid Tommy." Pietro made a face, though, that showed he didn't mean it. "He okay?"
"Not so as you'd notice," Wanda grumbled. She felt rather than saw the hex energy starting to gather in her hands, and forced herself to take a deep breath. "He will be, Hank says. But they fucked him over pretty good. Billy's in with him."
"Our family is weird," Pietro said, wrinkling up his nose and scooting a little closer to her.
"It takes an abduction and some weird-ass drugs for you to notice that?" Wanda offered a faint smile, then let it fade. "Anyway, whether he's actually my kid or not, I'm not okay with anyone fucking him over. And I couldn't very well leave rescuing him to X-Force." She gave Pietro an apologetic look, because really, she should have insisted on going on Lance's team. And she hadn't.
He shook his head, knowing exactly what she was thinking. Obviously. "Agreed. You did the right thing--you know you did. Lance had me. And you're here now.
"Even if it's kinda Tommy's fault they got me... it's not. That's victim blamey. Sorry. I don't actually blame him. I blame them for doing that shit to him in the first place. I bet it was good for him to see your face." Where this charitable streak was coming from he didn't know, and he wasn't sure he liked it, but... well, Tommy was family, now.
"Yeeaah, the 'she's not my girlfriend' was there." Wanda smirked, just a little, just to drive home the similarity between him and Tommy. Because seriously, she'd heard that for years, about Lance. She hadn't believed it from him, either. "Pretty sure he hardly noticed I was there. But that's okay."
"Ha!" Pietro's laugh was dry but not exactly fake. "If they had him any where near as fucked up as me--shit, I barely noticed anything. Did think Lance was being heroic tho. It was pretty hot."
"Ugggh. Do not need to hear about Lance being hot, thank you." Wanda stuck out her tongue at him, then smirked. "Clint, on the other hand? Looked awesome in that bulletproof spandex shit."
“Gross.” Pietro wrinkled up his nose. Then, deliberately: “yes, I see what you did there. You’re amazeballs.”
"Yeah, well, so are you. When you're not talking about Lance the hot hero, anyway. Or getting your ass abducted." Wanda's smirk softened into a smile and she squeezed his hand.
"I can't believe it." He squeezed back again and sighed, slumping. "First I get shot. Then I get nabbed. I'm like the Brotherhood Damsel in Distress. Ugh."
"That's what you get for being the prettiest," Wanda joked, then sobered and made a face. "But yeah. If you could take a break from that? I'd be really on board. Let YouTube girl get nabbed or something, huh?"
Pietro pretended to consider. "She's not as pretty as me, but she'd do."
"They'll have to settle." Wanda sighed and shook her head, then smiled faintly. "Anyway, did they say how long they want to keep you here? Or if there are going to be any fucked up side effects?"
"Just until I'm stable again--as if I've ever been stable." Pietro snorted. "So soon, anyhow. And I don't know about the side effects. They guessed what they used on me, but with my metabolism, who knows. Maybe it's all out of me. Maybe the constant horse dosage crippled my liver or something. They took blood so..." He gave a little shrug.
Wanda's smile faded and she looked concerned. "Maybe I should go talk to Hank and find out what's going on."
"Wait. Not yet. Stay with me for a little while?" Pietro felt stupid asking but... seriously. All he'd wanted in there was his sister. Not that he wanted her to be captured, because hell no, but--yes. That.
Wanda's expression softened and she tightened her fingers around Pietro's. "Long as you want me to," she promised.
Wanda paused for a moment outside the room Hank had said they'd put Pietro in, wondering whether or not she should interrupt if he was in there with Lance. They'd want time, she knew...
Fuck it. Lance had already seen Pietro. He'd rescued Pietro. And while Wanda didn't regret having gone after Tommy instead, she wanted to see her brother. Not that she thought they'd lie to her, but...seeing was believing.
Much to her surprise, Lance actually wasn't inside the room when she barged in. Just Pietro, looking as if he'd just woken up a few minutes before, or as if...
"They fucking drugged you, didn't they?" Wanda accused as she came over and sat down on the edge of his bed, already reaching for his hand. "What the fuck is up with that?"
He found her hand instantly, even though he still felt weirdly off-kilter. Not slowed down anymore just... gross and groggy? Or something. "Scared to face me otherwise," he joked half-heartedly.
"Not going to argue that. You kinda look like shit," she teased back with about the same level of conviction. "I'm scared to look at you, too." She squeezed his hand and let her smile fade. "I should've turned the bastards inside out."
"Today I'm gonna say yeah, probably." Pietro sighed and squeezed back. "Tomorrow I'm gonna say we got em so fuck it--and use this as fuel for my righteous indignation and youtube domination.
"Stupid Tommy." Pietro made a face, though, that showed he didn't mean it. "He okay?"
"Not so as you'd notice," Wanda grumbled. She felt rather than saw the hex energy starting to gather in her hands, and forced herself to take a deep breath. "He will be, Hank says. But they fucked him over pretty good. Billy's in with him."
"Our family is weird," Pietro said, wrinkling up his nose and scooting a little closer to her.
"It takes an abduction and some weird-ass drugs for you to notice that?" Wanda offered a faint smile, then let it fade. "Anyway, whether he's actually my kid or not, I'm not okay with anyone fucking him over. And I couldn't very well leave rescuing him to X-Force." She gave Pietro an apologetic look, because really, she should have insisted on going on Lance's team. And she hadn't.
He shook his head, knowing exactly what she was thinking. Obviously. "Agreed. You did the right thing--you know you did. Lance had me. And you're here now.
"Even if it's kinda Tommy's fault they got me... it's not. That's victim blamey. Sorry. I don't actually blame him. I blame them for doing that shit to him in the first place. I bet it was good for him to see your face." Where this charitable streak was coming from he didn't know, and he wasn't sure he liked it, but... well, Tommy was family, now.
"Yeeaah, the 'she's not my girlfriend' was there." Wanda smirked, just a little, just to drive home the similarity between him and Tommy. Because seriously, she'd heard that for years, about Lance. She hadn't believed it from him, either. "Pretty sure he hardly noticed I was there. But that's okay."
"Ha!" Pietro's laugh was dry but not exactly fake. "If they had him any where near as fucked up as me--shit, I barely noticed anything. Did think Lance was being heroic tho. It was pretty hot."
"Ugggh. Do not need to hear about Lance being hot, thank you." Wanda stuck out her tongue at him, then smirked. "Clint, on the other hand? Looked awesome in that bulletproof spandex shit."
“Gross.” Pietro wrinkled up his nose. Then, deliberately: “yes, I see what you did there. You’re amazeballs.”
"Yeah, well, so are you. When you're not talking about Lance the hot hero, anyway. Or getting your ass abducted." Wanda's smirk softened into a smile and she squeezed his hand.
"I can't believe it." He squeezed back again and sighed, slumping. "First I get shot. Then I get nabbed. I'm like the Brotherhood Damsel in Distress. Ugh."
"That's what you get for being the prettiest," Wanda joked, then sobered and made a face. "But yeah. If you could take a break from that? I'd be really on board. Let YouTube girl get nabbed or something, huh?"
Pietro pretended to consider. "She's not as pretty as me, but she'd do."
"They'll have to settle." Wanda sighed and shook her head, then smiled faintly. "Anyway, did they say how long they want to keep you here? Or if there are going to be any fucked up side effects?"
"Just until I'm stable again--as if I've ever been stable." Pietro snorted. "So soon, anyhow. And I don't know about the side effects. They guessed what they used on me, but with my metabolism, who knows. Maybe it's all out of me. Maybe the constant horse dosage crippled my liver or something. They took blood so..." He gave a little shrug.
Wanda's smile faded and she looked concerned. "Maybe I should go talk to Hank and find out what's going on."
"Wait. Not yet. Stay with me for a little while?" Pietro felt stupid asking but... seriously. All he'd wanted in there was his sister. Not that he wanted her to be captured, because hell no, but--yes. That.
Wanda's expression softened and she tightened her fingers around Pietro's. "Long as you want me to," she promised.
