Pietro was completely unimpressed and thoroughly unafraid. Vision had gadgets at his disposal, it seemed. He could electrify and heat his floor. Pietro had stood up against forces much greater than this.
The shake of the building, the shake that shorted the current, came from Dom. Pietro was grateful he'd come along. When it was over, he'd be sure to thank him.
"Where are you hiding?" Pietro's voice boomed, angry. He was ready to strike. He got off the table. Time to stop hiding and start finding them. He moved into the next room in an eye's blink.
Dom wasn’t dumb. He smelt the gas before he saw it. He pulled his shirt off as quickly as he could and covered his mouth with it, although some snaked into his mouth before it was covered. Being Pietro would be fucking nice right now.
Dom coughed violently and exhaled, not breathing in again until he was sure the gas was out of his lungs. Oh, Dom was starting to get mad. He found the source and sent his tremors through it again. The slight increase of pressure showed the increase of his angry and he wasn’t walking anymore.
Dom looked around as heard Pietro voice, starting to run towards it. Rock spikes shot through the back door, blocking that escape. They couldn’t go that was again away. But it didn’t matter. Right now, Pietro needed his help. Dom pressed his shirt closer to his mouth, finally breathing small shots of damp oxygen, and followed the voice.