Pietro was impressed with this phone. It was lasting much longer then the keyboard had, Stark clearly knew what he was doing. He'd had a rather good day, the therapist said he was making progress, highlighted by the fact that he had stopped calling her a filthy ape when he thought she couldn't hear him. It wasn't so bad here. They'd kept him safe all this time, maybe he didn't need to worry.
Then the lights went out.
His head darted up, confused, the distinct thrum of the engines cutting out and his heart a lit with a certain terror, which was soon shown to be quite justified as he was dragged quite suddenly from where he stood, slamming into the wall.
Grimacing, and chest heaving with panic, he cried out for Wanda, fingers flying about the buttons of his phone, sending out as many messages as he could, struggling against the powerful force keeping him stuck to the wall, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Wanda?!"