Wanda Maximoff (MCU) (controlmyown) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-07-19 10:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, pietro maximoff / quicksilver (mcu), wanda maximoff / scarlet witch (mcu) |
Who: Wonder Twins + Pinocchio
When: Sunday, July 19, late morning
Where: Sokovia
What: Missing/extended scene from the movie, or “How did the twins start working for Ultron?”
Rating: Low, minor mentions of NPC death and injuries
While healing had hardly been a focus of von Strucker’s experiments in expanding her capabilities, Wanda had on her own realized that if she could pull out people’s fears...she could also pull out their comforts. At the moment, she sat at the bedside of a young girl whose mother had died only minutes ago in the cot behind her; the girl was hardly older than herself when she’d lost her own parents, and Wanda knew just how she felt. Using bits of stray energy, she soothed the child and sent her into a deep slumber so that she would not further exacerbate her own injuries.
Blinking away a tear, she stood slowly, then stepped to one side as a doctor moved in to check the child’s bandages. Turning, Wanda’s eyes took in the pain of the people surrounding her, of those who’d been caught in the crossfire between theAvengersinvaders and von Strucker’s men. After a few minutes of this, she finally moved towards the exit where her brother waited, reaching out to slip her hand into his to draw comfort of her own.
“They must pay for what they have done to our people,” she said firmly.
Pietro still didn’t fully understand why Wanda hadn’t let him deal with Stark at the castle. Of why she had let him take the scepter. But he knew she would not have done so if she didn’t have a good reason. And when they had realized that the castle was lost, Pietro had grabbed Wanda and rushed them to safety back down in the city. It was there that they saw the damage the invaders had brought with them by attacking von Strucker’s base. While Wanda comforted he raced along the damaged areas pulling everyone he could find out and getting them to safety.
A few days later, as his twin comforted the young girl, his hand tugged out a small picture and he stared at it. It was old yet well cared for. He studied the familiar image of himself and Wanda when they were younger as well as their parents. Soon. Soon they would be avenged for what Stark and the invaders had done. He was pulled out of his thoughts of what he’d like to do to Stark when he felt his sister approaching.
He slipped the picture back into it’s pocket and squeezed Wanda’s hand. “They will. And would have sooner if you had let me deal with Stark a few days ago,” he murmured, his voice quiet so as to not disturb the patients.
She shook her head a little and drew him further from the temporary hospital so that they could head down the road. “It wasn’t the time,” she replied just as softly though they were out of earshot of the patients. “The things he saw, what he fears? He will destroy himself. And we will be there to watch it happen.” Somehow, she knew they would be a part of it. Their fates were linked with Stark’s now, even more so than they had been for the past decade.
After a few minutes, she spotted an odd marking on a wall and move closer to it. Running her fingers across it, she started to come to a realization. “And I believe the next step begins now,” she told her brother, glancing back at him over her shoulder. This mark - this message - was for her. Tracing a fingertip across the cross in the center of the circle, she smiled a little. “Come,” she ordered Pietro, almost imperiously - just as bossy as she had been most of their lives.
He had always been on the impatient side even before last year. But before he could open his mouth to complain again, he saw Wanda seeing something. He followed her gaze then watched her run her fingers across it. “We’re following graffiti now?” he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and arching a brow at her. True that mark hadn’t been there the day previous It was usually the main square that was often graffiti'd and even then it was to protest the invaders, never a cross in a circle.
He moved closer and frowned a little. “The cross looks like it’s in the center of the circle…” he realized. Pietro glanced at Wanda. “Do you think this means the old church?”
“It is the center of town. Besides - what do you have better to do right now? Von Strucker is taken by those people, and his men are scattered or gone. No one is controlling us or telling us to be patient, to wait for our chance. Here it is, if I am right.” She gave him a small smile, then started off down the street. He could get them their faster, but at the moment she wanted to walk so that she could see her people suffering and continuously be reminded of what they had to do next, in order to keep this from happening again.
He scowled at her, knowing that she was right. “He should have let us fight. He should have listened to Dr. List.” True they had gone off on their own but if they had been allowed out sooner, maybe the outcome would have been different. “No doubt SHIELD is gathering up the men who were scattered.” He fell in step beside her and tugged out some food he’d been given by one of the survivors. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just some bread wrapped in cloth. The people of Sokovia often had to take care of their own because no one else seemed to want to.
Breaking the bread apart, he handed the bigger half to Wanda. He had been given more food but had passed it out to those in the hospital they had left. They needed it more than the twins. “You better be right about this,” he murmured. “Else we will need another way to get to them and kill them.”
“There are times that fighting is not always the best response,” she admonished gently. “They did not allow us to go out because they did not want to tip their hand right away. They knew they had lost the castle the moment the Avengers arrived - I could see it in their thoughts. They did not want to lose us, too.” She took the bread and began to eat it absently. She knew it was the larger half, but years of arguing had not changed Pietro or kept him from giving it to her, and she rarely protested these days.
“Of course I am right - I am always right,” she replied with a small smile. Absently tugging her red jacket a little closer, she continued down the road with her brother. When they finally reached the remains of the fence surrounding the falling down church that Sokovia could not afford to rebuild, she stopped in place while finishing off the bread in her hands. After swallowing, she spoke quietly, “There is something...but I’m not sure what.”
He knew she was right. While he was fast and the Avengers would be hard pressed to catch him, Wanda was not fast. She could have been hurt or killed if they had fought. “But they know about us now,” he returned. He wondered if the archer had made it or not. Either way they’d soon find out. He hoped. “No doubt they will try to find us.” He finished off his own bread quickly. They had discovered he had a slightly quicker metabolism so he did need to eat more to keep his energy up so he could keep running quickly. But old habits died hard as the saying went and ever since they had been orphaned he had always made sure Wanda had her fill or bigger portions. At least Wanda no longer argued with him on this. Just everything else.
He snorted, his face reflecting his amusement and he playfully nudged her. “Smartass,” he muttered. Once at the church, he studied it before doing a quick perimeter check to ensure it wasn’t some kind of trap. He gave a nod to Wanda in that it was clear. “Whoever left the message must be inside.” He was curious now though. Just WHO had left them that message? Why?
Wanda waited patiently in the two seconds it took her brother to make sure all was well, then nodded her agreement. “But I don’t sense a man,” she replied with a faint frown. After a moment, she picked her way over the wreckage to reach the large hole in the side, stopping just across threshold. In the center of the former church was a chair that almost appeared to be a throne, and a cloaked figure sat upon it. Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion as she mentally reached out in an attempt to find out just who this individual was and why they were wanted here.
Pietro slid in through the hole as well and followed Wanda into the church. He looked over at the throne and the figure sitting on it and shifted a little away from Wanda, ready to attack the figure if he proved a threat. Whoever this man was, he was big. But size didn’t matter and Pietro was fast.
She tilted her head ever so slightly, shoving confusion aside while instead taking on a more haughty manner. “Talk,” she told the figure. “And if you are wasting our time…”
Pietro watched as the figure shifted but didn’t reveal himself. “Did you know this church is in the exact center of the city? The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief.” The figure shifted, as if his head was half turning towards Wanda and Pietro tensed slightly. “You’re wondering why you can’t look inside my head.”
Her eyes were still narrowed, and she took a small step closer. “Sometimes it's hard. But sooner or later, every man shows himself,” she retorted.
“Oh, I’m sure they do. But you needed something more than a man.” The figure stood and Pietro’s eyes widened as the blanket was tossed aside revealing a robot. “That’s why you let Stark take the scepter.”
Her own eyes widened a little and she drew in a breath, but rather than be afraid, Wanda was intrigued, and after a brief pause she explained her reasoning as she had to Pietro. “ I didn't expect - But I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him, make him self-destruct.” She couldn’t disguise the undercurrent of pleasure in her voice at the prospect.
“Everyone creates the thing they dread. Men of peace create engines of war.” He got up and began walking around. “Invaders create Avengers, people create...smaller people?..uhh...CHILDREN!” He gave a small laugh. “I lost the word there. Children.” He grew serious. “Designed to supplant them, to help them...end.”
Wanda tilted her head slightly, interested despite her misgivings about talking to a robot. “Is that why you've come? To end the Avengers?” He wouldn’t be the first to have tried.
“I’ve come to save the world!” he announced grandly, causing Pietro to give his sister a ‘really?’ look. “But also...yeah.”