[ And he holds her there for as long as he's able, probably willing to hold her for hours if at all possible. Even after being given a second chance to life, it hardly matters at all unless she's there. They'd been side by side through the worst, had only ever survived so many years on their own because they were together.
It isn't fair to find happiness and better ease in their lives without the other present.
Sighing in her hair, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, he sways her as he keeps her in close. He whispers her name gently, over and over, to comfort her sobs and remind her that he's there, that he hasn't left.
And he notices, how her hair flickers lighter, how she almost seems taller, her presence different. But it isn't so easy to sense in what way. ] Wanda. How long has it been?
[He'll be able to hold her as long as he wants - Wanda certainly won't be the first to let go. Not this time.]
A year and a month. Maybe more. [Pietro's attempts to comfort her are working; her voice is not quite so shaky.] Too long.
[And though Wanda answers immediately (of course she counts the months) it's the degree of uncertainty that might be the first clue something more is wrong. She wouldn't have lost track of that unless something bad had happened.
It's difficult to tell how many days have passed in a room with no windows when the lights never dim, more so when one is kept some degree of drugged into compliance most of the time. Ross wasn't taking any chances when he was well aware she could single-handedly free the others if given a chance.
But Wanda really doesn't want to think about that right now. Luckily the people who brought her here healed her neck, or Pietro would probably have an entirely different set of questions.]
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It isn't fair to find happiness and better ease in their lives without the other present.
Sighing in her hair, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, he sways her as he keeps her in close. He whispers her name gently, over and over, to comfort her sobs and remind her that he's there, that he hasn't left.
And he notices, how her hair flickers lighter, how she almost seems taller, her presence different. But it isn't so easy to sense in what way. ] Wanda. How long has it been?
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A year and a month. Maybe more. [Pietro's attempts to comfort her are working; her voice is not quite so shaky.] Too long.
[And though Wanda answers immediately (of course she counts the months) it's the degree of uncertainty that might be the first clue something more is wrong. She wouldn't have lost track of that unless something bad had happened.
It's difficult to tell how many days have passed in a room with no windows when the lights never dim, more so when one is kept some degree of drugged into compliance most of the time. Ross wasn't taking any chances when he was well aware she could single-handedly free the others if given a chance.
But Wanda really doesn't want to think about that right now. Luckily the people who brought her here healed her neck, or Pietro would probably have an entirely different set of questions.]