Wanda Maximoff (highlyconnected) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-05-19 18:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff |
Who: Wanda & Pietro Maximoff
What: I walked with you once upon a dream.
When: 19 May, morning
Rating/Warning: Green. Mild Infinity War spoilers.
Wanda dreamed. Nightmares were not new to her, distressingly she was used to those. But this dream felt different. Heavy. She dreamed of stolen moments in Edinburgh, a flat that had been rented out exclusively for dinners and late night conversations. She dreamed of a warm hand against her cheek, a fleeting kiss across her lips. Sneaking away from Steve and Natasha to meet with Vision.
She dreamed they were attacked, that aliens came to try and take the stone from his head and they managed to wound him, something she had not previously thought possible. In her dream, she watched people fall, fighting happen on a scale she had never before witnessed in a country where the sun beat down on her skin and her face.
By the time she woke, it was with a scream on her lips as she watched Thanos rip the gem from Vision’s head - after she had successfully destroyed it. He fell to the floor, sparking and twitching, all of the colour drained out of him as he fell to the floor.
The room was shaking, the tables overturned across the entire floor and the fire alarm had been pulled as no one was entirely sure what had happened to cause everything to shake and tremble, snakes of magenta abilities disrupting everything that it touched. Beside her, Pietro - who had been sleeping peacefully - had snapped into wakefulness the moment she did, his hands on her face and she clutched at him.
“Pietro,” she started, falling into their native tongue, “something is very wrong.”
As she looked at him, her hands touching his face to remind herself once again that he was here, that he was alive she thought how he had not been in her vision. For that was what it had been, she knew that. It was no bad dream, it was real. The reality that she had come from, that they all had.
With his hands on her face, her powers immediately calmed, stilled. Everything that had been shaking stopped, things that had been in the air fell to the ground. Outside, a storm was rolling in. Lightning fired across the sky, forking across the clouds and illuminating their small room.
Pietro unlike Wanda did not have the benefit of the information download from the primary universe given that he was dead and the dead it would seem were not deemed fit for the information to be passed. Of course Wanda’s distress was palpable and immediately woke him from the depths of sleep, hands moving to hold Wanda’s face as he had long ago learned just how much that calmed her down.
He lifted his gaze away from Wanda as the sound of a storm drew his attention, brow knitting together as she was right. The air, it felt heavy, unnatural and he had a bad feeling about pretty much everything right now.
“What did you see?” Pietro asked, also still in their native tongue as it was easier to speak that than try to piece together English.
Another fork of lightning illuminated the room and Wanda clutched at Pietro’s wrists, turning her head to press a kiss to each of his palms. She felt like her skin was sweat-slick, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get air into her lungs, even with the ever present touch reassuring her. She was trying to piece together everything she had seen.
She thought about the shielding techniques that Stephen had taught her, but she wondered if they would be sufficient after the fact, quite probably not. So she closed her eyes and breathed in slowly.
“Vis,” she started, warring with what she knew and what the alternate her felt. “There were- there were- people came for his stone.” She touched her forehead, then Pietro’s, confused and afraid.
Leaning forward, she pressed her face against Pietro’s neck. “Did you- did you see it?”
Pietro’s head lifted at the sound of lightning and immediately drew Wanda in towards him, arms going around her protectively and hand lifting to run over and through her hair as he knew his sister was very physical, it helped to ground her and Pietro wasn’t exactly shy about it.
“I’m afraid not,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “But I know enough to know that whatever you saw is not good especially for you to have woken with such a fright.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Be thankful,” she breathed, arms looping around Pietro’s waist as he held her. “I have never seen anything like the man- the being that is coming.” Because he was coming, she knew that without a shadow of a doubt. She could feel it in her soul. She also felt that whatever she had seen wasn’t complete. It was hardly a breather, she just remembered reaching out and starting to break the mind-stone, the look on Vis’ face.
She pressed her face against his neck and breathed in slowly. Pietro was still not there, in the primary timeline. He was still… dead. But at least here she had him. This was one benefit to the alternate timeline.
“I can show you?”
Pietro nodded his head. “Show me.” He couldn’t help if he didn’t know and the more he knew the better. He didn’t like the thought of Wanda facing something that he couldn’t help her with and now he was back he intended on being there.
Wanda pressed her lips together and then drew back, hands catching the side of his face again and drawing his forehead against hers. Her eyes glowed, as did her fingers, and she drew herself into Pietro’s mind, sharing what she had seen, from the stolen moments (minus the bits that actually took place inside the bed), the attack in Edinburgh, Steve and Natasha and Sam, Wakanda… Right up until she was standing in front of Vision, her heart breaking, channeling her power into the mind stone, feeling it cracking, her other hand outstretched to defend herself against an attack from an assailant she couldn’t look at.
Her heart was hammering all over again as she withdrew, nudging his nose with hers and releasing her touch to his face as she waited for him to open his eyes and look at her.
Pietro was more familiar with getting a download of information from his sister but it was never something you got used to especially when there was a lot to process and not a lot of it was pleasant or things a brother needed to see. Thankfully she had saved him what had happened in the bed between her and Vision, that was appreciated.
He exhaled a slow but shaky breath when Wanda pulled back and took a moment to simply process the information he’d been given before he opened his eyes.
“A lot has happened, sister.”
Wanda nodded, pulling back a little bit and then climbing out of the bed. She was confused and distressed, pushing her hand through her hair as she moved to the mini-fridge.
Retrieving two bottles of water and throwing one towards Pietro, she touched it to her cheek which felt fever warm.
“It has,” she said, her tone grave.
Pietro caught the bottle as it was thrown in his direction and he cracked it open to take a few short swallows which were faster than most people but then Pietro did everything faster than everybody else.
He stepped out of bed and sped to join Wanda.
“I think we should talk to Captain Rogers.”
Wanda nodded her head, reaching out for Pietro almost out of habit now, her fingers closing around his. She hadn’t even opened her drink, but he was right. Pietro was rarely wrong, save for his incessant need to steal things for pretty women that he flirted with.
“Yes,” she murmured, “we should. I wonder if he is awake.”
Pietro’s eyes lifted to the sky as it rumbled with thunder and a streak of lightning lit up the sky. “Oh, he will be awake.” There was no doubt in Pietro’s mind about it.