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█ SILVER EYES / REACHING FOR PARADISE / I'VE SEEN IT A MILLION TIMES █
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comin for you bb~

[hydric]

let me know if this scenario works!!

[turbos]

[ he feels ... alive. of course, it's all a stark difference to what he might have felt just moments ago, bullets pelting deep into his body, feeling the very moment everything gradually began to shut down inside of him, realizing that this, this, could actually very well be his final moments. and he thought they were, except when he wakes up in a hospital room, he can feel the rush of blood, the fast beating of his heart, and skin healed as if he hadn't been penetrated with bullets at all, even as he sees the circular markings of scars along his arms and chest.

westview memorial is what he reads on the white board above notes of his condition, something that doesn't really clue him into where he is, only that the english clearly means he's definitely not in sokovia. instead of lingering around, he pulls away all the wires from his body, monitors beeping loudly at the removal before he zips off with high speed, only stopping to steal away a pair of pair clothes that would prove to be more comfortable with a hospital gown.

slipping out of the building, he races around the town, pausing at anyone he finds walking around to see if they know the name wanda maximoff, eventually finding some sort of mailman who happily points him in the direction of a few blocks down, giving him the number of the residence that she lives in.

lives in, that doesn't seem possible. why would wanda live here?

but rather than question it, it's more important that he finds his sister, moving into high speed again until he finds the house, giving a shout of her name at the door once he knocks, before he finds it unlocked, immediately slipping inside and peering around room to room until he makes his way up the stairs.

it's in a bedroom that he finds her, sheets tangled all along her legs, looking peacefully asleep. despite how all his running has exhausted him, panting a little as he tries to steady himself again, he manages a relieved smile in seeing her, in knowing that she's safe, even if he has plenty of questions of his own. for now, he could set that aside to instead kick off his shoes, climbing onto the bed to lay on his side behind her, bringing his fingers to stroke gently over her hip. ]

it's perfect bb

[hydric]

[The control Wanda thinks she's exhibiting is slowly starting to fray at the seams. It's not due to the power it's taking; there's so much going on in the background that she's unaware of, but she's realizing the more she pokes, the more things seem to come undone, and it doesn't matter how much of this bubble she's put up-- to protect herself, to protect her sanity, to give herself some semblance of sanity, the pressure it's under is enormous.

And it's starting to effect her. If she thinks too hard, she remembers the grief. Maybe it was merely mentioning Pietro and Ultron that allowed her to bring him back-- somewhat unconsciously. Not even she's fully aware of what her powers are not only doing but capable of doing. She's been using them to seclude her off, to do what she needs, but not even she has seemed to breech their limits (something someone else has clearly been made aware of).

Wanda tells herself she just needs the day. It will all just come together. It will go back to the way it was. She can do that. She can make that happen. But even she's noticed the glitches. And she's tired. She's so tired. There's so much that weighs on her heart that she refuses to acknowledge that it's nearly bursting out of her.

Curled in the mountain of blankets, she doesn't even hear him come in. Maybe its some fever dream, a want that's been calling out for years. The touch barely stirs her. It should, but it's soft and warm. There's a love there she's aware of, and while it startles her enough to turn over slightly. At first the face doesn't register. It can't. But then all of this has been created on can'ts, impossibilities that shouldn't exist. But Wanda has wished it into being. And here he is. Somehow in the flesh. There's confusion in her eyes, but it gives way to an unsure happiness as her hand reaches up to touch his face.]

Pietro? [This must be a dream.]

[turbos]

[ as she stirs awake, turning to face him and giving him the soft sound of his name from her lips, he manages a soft smile, relieved to hear the one thing that makes him feel more alive than anything else. though the world appears different, being in this strange place, and she looks slightly different from how he'd left her, her voice remains the same, calming any sense of discomfort he might have felt in waking up here. ]

It's me, sestra. [ he whispers, paired with a sokovian tongue. lifting his hand to hers, gentle as he takes her wrist, he tilts his head, sliding his lips to her palm to offer gentle kisses to her lifelines, soft and tender. ]

I am here.

[ there's plenty of questions to ask, of what's going on, of why they're even here in the first place, but he resorts to sinking himself in the familiarities first, leaning down to press his lips to her cheek, giving her skin the warmth of his mouth so she can feel him here with her. ]

[hydric]

[She is still not entirely unconvinced that this isn't some sort of dream. But then if it is an illusions, shouldn't she know she is creating it? Has she truly lost her mind? But then he's tenderly placing gentle kisses over her palm and then to her cheek. And there is no doubt that what she is feeling is real.

A hand wraps around his wrist, brows raised. She doesn't know how. But is she ready to ask those questions? She's already pulled at the strings of the world she's created in Westview, and look how that is turning out now. Her smile falters for a moment.]

You can't be-- [But he is. She can feel him in her hands, when she leans her head against him. She can feel that void in her own consciousness that was ripped from her when he was killed. The 'how' of all this suddenly feels less important if once again this place can truly give her the family, in all its forms, that she's wanted.]