Wanda Maximoff (infrared) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-04-26 10:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannah, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff |
[ooc note: This was started prior to the IJ outage and before Pietro was sent back. I decided to finish it off for ~reasons. The Maximoff siblings give me lots of feelings.] It seemed impossible. It had only been hours earlier that Wanda been talking to Natasha and some of the others about how he wasn't here. How sometimes she even felt guilty for wishing he'd appear since that felt like to her that she was wishing him back from the afterlife, whatever that may have been. She knew he could come from an earlier time, but it was hard to hold out hope for that only to be devastated later when he didn't come. She'd started to accept his death a long time ago, no matter how hard it had been, but seeing lost friends and loved ones coming back here? That made it impossible for those feelings and emotions not to come back and hit her like a train. It was no secret that, at times, Wanda felt certain things harder and more strongly because of her abilities, and this was one one of those times. Seeing Pietro on the network, though, felt like a dream that had the potential to turn into a nightmare. Was he real? Others had seen him too, so he had to be real. Real and alive and here. Wanda knew that she wouldn’t completely be able to trust what she saw on the network until she saw him in person and could see, touch, and feel him both physically and mentally. Even though he was the speedster, Wanda dashed out of her room in record time to meet him. She had so many questions about what was going to happen now. Did he remember anything about that day? If so, did he blame her for sending him away when he had wanted to stay by her side? Would he be able to stay? She’d seen those requesting to stay, but others acted as if those here now may have been a mistake. Would they sent them back whether they wanted to stay or not? She didn’t tell him to meet her far off because she knew he would be there long before she could no matter how fast she was going. Turning the corner, Wanda saw the shop and looked around to see where he might be. It was when she spotted that tracksuit, silver hair, and familiar smile that she took off at a run and launched herself into his arms, hanging onto him for dear life. Tears already had started to fall down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. “I missed you,” she said softly and buried her face in his shoulder. She could feel him with her hands and in her mind. He was really here. Pietro didn’t ask many questions. He’d always been the type of person who dove in head first, figuring things out how they came to him. The quality had become worse after he gained his speed. He couldn’t afford the time it would take to slow down, or at least that was how he looked at it. So the last thing he remembered was being in Sokovia and Wanda’s orders to help people get to safety, which he obeyed reluctantly. He had been running, running to the carrier, then running to save Clint, then ….then he was here. He’d traveled to a different place entirely, one where Wanda had been without him for months. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but he went with it. Pietro didn’t need to ask questions when Wanda was here. He’d been chomping at the bit from the moment he’d been told his sister was somewhere in this place. The more people told him they knew her but didn’t know where to find her, the more aggravated he became. The second Wanda had told him where to meet her, he sprinted to the spot. Even despite getting lost and having to stop to ask directions, he still made it there before his sister. His anxiousness was visible to anyone who looked at him. From his perspective, he’d only seen Wanda moments ago, but as usual where his twin was concerned, he wasn’t worried about himself. Pietro couldn’t imagine being without her for a week, let alone months. Even during the experiments, their cells were side-by-side, not truly seperated. The second his eyes landed on her, his face lit up with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her in the way he always had, albeit a little more securely for the time that she had had to be without him. Pietro didn’t need to ask how she had managed it; Wanda had always been the stronger one. A hand rose to the back of her head and he stroked her hair, trying his best to soothe her. “I’m here now.” He didn’t pull back from the embrace. Pietro didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Wanda needed the hug. “I didn’t know you were here. I had just left you… I didn’t know.” Wanda knew that she probably looked half-crazed with how she'd practically knocked over her brother in her greeting to him not to mention the tears that she had trouble stopping at first. I'm here now. Those three words made her entire body, mind, and soul feel lighter. Like a piece of her that had been forcibly ripped away from her had returned and she could breathe again. She'd moved on with her life, and had begun finding her own purpose as an individual but that didn't mean she missed Pietro any less than the day she felt him leave her. It would have been so easy to stay right here with her arms latched tightly around him, but after a moment she finally pulled away and wiped away some of her tears. From what he was saying, he remembered what happened that day in Sokovia. He remembered being hit. “It does not matter now,” she said and smiled at him. “You are here now.” And no matter what was going on with the Intake systems, she would find a way to make sure he stayed with her. Stepping back, she looked him over for evidence that he was hurt, but his clothes were clear of any trace of blood or bullet holes. “You're okay, yes?” There were healers here who could make sure he would be okay if he was hurt in any way at all. “You remember what happened?” “And I’m not going anywhere.” He smirked, the playful expression he pulled when even he knew he was being more overconfident than he had any right to be. “I’d like to see them try to send me back.” Even if Pietro couldn’t manage it on his own, he knew it was a safe bet that Wanda would not hesitate to make sure that happened. Knowing that he was being put through inspection, Pietro lifted his arms and even gave his sister a turn so that she could see there were no secret wounds he was hiding from her. “I’m okay.” His tone was firm, if only a little heavy because of her next question. Did he remember? On the surface, the details were fuzzy. The pit in his stomach warned Pietro from pushing farther. “I remember getting to the carrier. Clint was trying to protect a lost child…” His voice drifted slightly as he tried for focus on what came next. “I remember that I died saving him.” A shiver ran down his spine as the memory of being shot flashed through him. He barely had the chance to feel any pain then; whatever he felt now was just an echo. He gave Wanda a serious look. “You were there for that,” he asked, his tone apologetic. He’d been so sure that he was too fast to get hurt, that nothing would stop him from finishing his mission and getting back to Wanda. Pietro wasn’t sure he could put into words how sorry he was for leaving her all alone. Wanda just shook her head and smiled as he turned as if on display for her to make sure that he really was okay. His familiar humor and a quick visual inspection satisfied her that he was. If he hadn't been, she would have pulled him by his hair back to the medical ward herself. He explained what he remembered, and she just watched him. He remembered enough. Too much as far as Wanda was concerned. She would have rather him have been clueless about anything that happened on that carrier. “Yes, I was there.” She could still feel her insides screaming when she felt him leave her. “I.. I told you to leave. You wanted to stay by my side but I had you leave.” Blaming herself was wrong. How many times had Steve or Clint told her that? Knowing and believing were two completely different things though. Just as blaming herself for Ultron or Wakanda. It was something she was still working on. Pushing past her dark thoughts, Wanda smiled and squeezed his hand. “You're here now though. Just as you should be. Let's go somewhere we can talk. Or are you hungry? We can find something to eat or go where I'm staying.” She was going to have to introduce him to his namesake. Pietro didn’t want to imagine what it must have been like for her, not only for their connection as twins, but for the place she held in his mind. He didn’t want to think about life without his sister. It was all too painful, too unfair that they should still have to suffer after everything they had been through. No one deserved happiness more than Wanda, regardless of his bias. He simply shook his head at her statement. There wasn’t a single ounce of blame in him, and he wouldn’t have her put that on herself, now or ever. “How many times did you warn me to be careful, hmm? And I didn’t listen? More than I could count.” Pietro still had a way to go before he accepted that his death had been no one’s fault but the being that killed him. He’d get there, sooner or later. Again, he moved his head, nodding in complete agreement. “Starving,” he answered with a grin. “If you have food, then let’s go there.” Had Pietro known their destination, he would have made the decision and carried Wanda there before she had time to blink. Wanda knew how her brother would react to her admission of self-blame before she ever spoke the words. She'd known it all along, and could hear his voice inside her head telling her that she had nothing to do with it. Rather than arguing with him or even saying anything at all, she hugged him again, a little less fiercely this time, and kissed his cheek when she pulled back. He was here,and that was enough. “I have food,” she said and grinned. Food was usually an easy way to occupy Pietro, so she wasn't surprised that he'd shown up to Atlantis with his appetite. Thankfully it wasn't too long of a walk, and she stayed close to him as they walked. Once at the towers, Wanda led him through the lobby and eventually to the apartment she now shared with Buffy. She hadn't gotten to know her quite as well as she had Clarke before the room switches, but they had gotten along well so far. Not long after the door closed behind them did a fuzzy cat come out of her bedroom. The cat, who had grown a lot but was still relatively small and lanky, yawned and stretched his front and back legs before he stopped and sat on the floor while staring at Wanda and the newcomer. He was a Siamese mix of some kind, with light brown tips on his paws, nose, and ears. Wanda scooped up the sleepy kitten and smiled at her brother. “I made a new friend while you were away.” --- Pietro eyed both his sister and the fuzzball that emerged from the bedroom. “I can see that. What's this friend's name?” He stepped closer and held his hand out for the kitten to sniff who did for a moment then resumed licking his own paws to clean his face. Rubbing the kitten's head, Wanda smiled sheepishly before looking up at her brother. “Django. His name is Django.” Doing his best to hide his surprise, the name of the cat made Pietro want to both laugh at his sister and pull her close never to let her go. She'd named him after him. Instead of doing either, though, he settled for something in between. He took step closer and just smiled, leaning over a bit to locked eyes with little him. “Does that make us kindred spirits?” he asked, still engaged in the staring contest. “More than you might think,” Wanda said and watched the two together. There was both a mild interest and also disinterest on Django’s side. He then yawned right in Pietro face before jumping down out of her arms to stretch out in a sunny spot on the floor. Pietro grimaced at the smell of cat breath, and Wanda laughed. “See? He's just like you.” She stepped into the kitchen to start preparing a quick meal for the two of them, and Pietro followed her. They made easy conversation as if they'd never been apart. Neither brought up what had happened back home or the fear Wanda had that he'd be taken away from her again. After the food was eaten and dishes put away, they settled on the couch together. Pietro with his arm resting on the back of the couch, and Wanda leaning into him, content to feel him close both in proximity and in her mind. Eventually, Django the cat jumped up on the couch and nestled himself between her and Pietro Django the person. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but it came easily to her with her brother there by her side. Her other half, and the missing piece of her soul was intact again. |