Wanda (hexcaster) wrote in misassembled, @ 2011-05-13 14:39:00 |
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Wanda's been in jail before. Not anything high-tech like this. Always minimum security, always some unsuspecting folks thinking they can hold her. She's taken down the halls, escorted into a room. She keeps her eyes down, on the shackles. Once inside, she sticks her hands through the slot in the door, in hopes that maybe this guard is an idiot and will remove them.
"Yeah right, girly." The guard smacks his baton against the door, "Talk quick, we're taking you back in fifteen."
Wanda turns to look at the room. It looks a lot like the interrogation room she was in with the redhead. Only it's smaller and her brother happens to be in this one. She's fully aware they are letting them speak in here, because they're recording their words and actions. They're watching them on the other side of that mirror. She also knows they're in so much trouble at this point, it doesn't matter what they say on the record.
A small, soft sound, "Hi."
Maybe it was sexist, but Pietro was far more bound that Wanda was. Maybe it was because they... didn't exactly understand what she did, and Pietro's mutant gifts were easy to define, that his arms were bound across his chest, his feet locked in heavy boots and all his limbs locked to his neck with in a death row prisoner's metal shackle.
His head was tipped low but he'd been staring at the door like a hungry pit bull, waiting and slowly gathering his fury. But instead of a SHIELD agent, his sister walked through the door and the anger was set aside like an overfull Big Gulp in a moving car.
"Are you alright?," he asks her quietly.
The sight of Pietro like this causes Wanda's face to scrunch up. She moves quickly to stand near him, her shackled wrists move so that her hands can pet his hair. "I'm all right, what about you? Oh, Pietro. Oh, we're in a lot of trouble. Oh oh." She collapses into the chair next to him, presses her cheek against her shoulder. She mumbles against the scratchy prison uniform, "Ohgod ohgod." Wanda can freak out now, she's with her brother.
His jaw clenches as Wanda goes to pieces and he can't even scratch his nose, let alone smooth her hair. "Wanda, Wanda, shhh...," he soothes. "No no no... they can't hold us, Wanda, this I swear..." He'll get out of these stupid things and the first person he's going for is the one who put those cuffs on his sister. "It's alright..."
"Nooo, they can hold us." Wanda whines, frustrated at this whole situation. Frustrated with trying to appear tough. "They've got us. This is big." And she's a traitor now, it seems like. "They want to execute us. Wanted, they don't want to now." Figures they talked to Wanda first. Maybe it was sexist, she's the girl. Because she's weaker or because she's more rational?
"They're not going to execute us!," Pietro declares, less angry with her collapse under pressure than the savagery of their captors. "Wanda..." A sigh, he lets his head droop. "We're going to get out of here." He's a little disheartened but no less resolved. He has to get them out of here... somehow.
"No, they aren't, they're going to use us." Which is just as worse in her book. Wanda looks into her brothers eyes, calming down a bit. He's familiar, he's home to her. They're not going to die, the crazy Russian bitch made them a deal.
"For what?"
His blue eyes have gone from sympathetic to cold in a heartbeat. "What did these genetic jokes tell you?"
Wanda puts her face her in hands for a moment. He's not going to be happy with this, no need to beat around the bush any longer, "I agreed to work for them!"
"What?" He'd lean in but his current condition makes him uncomfortably and irritably confined. "Work for them how, Wanda?"
"It all happened so fast! We're going to work for them and they won't put us in jail or execute us. We'll be good guys now. Their version of Good Guys." Wanda collapses dramatically onto the table.
"Their version," Pietro spits with contempt. He's been working so hard in his life to fill other people's versions that repeating this digs under his skin. "If our own flesh and blood left us here, then what reason do these humans have to keep from throwing us to the wolves?" And to pick on his sister, to allow her to agree to such a thing- He's growing quiet, stewing in his restraints, his temper simmering to a rapid boil.
Wanda's voice is tiny, like she doesn't really want to be speaking at the moment. "Just... just do it for me. We don't have much of a choice, the way I see it." The way they've made her see it, same difference.
"Do what, Wanda?," Pietro returns, coming back with a tone less biting and almost begging. "Why do we have to be beholden to them for anything? They are just humans, they will make a mistake and then we'll leave."
A mild outburst, "To work for them! I don't know what kind of work, but work!" It's not that she's annoyed, but she feels foolish. "Wouldn't you rather be working towards freedom than sitting and rotting, waiting for death?" She knows that sitting and waiting is just as good as death for Pietro. But on the other hand, working for SHIELD? Is it worth it?
"I would rather be free than to die on my knees. From one madman to the next, this is no way to live!" A heavy hop, he can scoot his chair closer to his sister. It's not much, but it's something he can do. "Wanda... don't give up. Don't be afraid of them."