Oh were they going to kill him. They neared the house together, Pietro holding onto Dom and speeding down the street. "This is it," Pietro said. This was the address that they'd been given. Pietro didn't bother with knocking. He simply slammed his fist into the door. Wood splintered and the door rocked back. His vision was red with rage.
He heard the shout, soft and muffled, in the distance. There were no words. Pietro just was thinking about his sister. About how he'd let her get hurt. About how badly Vision was going to die.
Dom pulled from Pietro’s grip and let his feet touch the floor. For a moment there, Dom had almost forgotten that him and Pietro were two separate entities. He could feel the shared rage between them, that made their fists shake and their blood boil.
Dom knew Wanda was here. He could hear her. And before that, he had known Pietro had somehow just…known. And before that Dom knew that Edward hadn’t made a flaw. He just knew. Because there was no room for doubts or mistakes in this. You just had to believe and convince yourself you knew. There was no room for errors.
Since Pietro had come to his door, Dom had been thinking about ways to hurt this man. He didn’t care who he was, how powerful he was or thought he was or his excuse, etc. There was no excuse and no mercy. He knew the feeling was shared by just looking at Pietro.
Dom bent down and picked up a rock in his hand. The vibrations started to grow in it making it shake and protest. He closed his fist around it and put it in his back pocket with purpose, knowing exactly what he would do with it.
Dom caught Pietro’s arm (and was surprised he could) and looked at him. Just looked, but it was a special kind of look. A jerk of the head and Dom was sure that Pietro knew what he meant. Dom let go of Pietro’s arm and left to go around back. They’d trap this bastard in.