Fast As Silver

He blinks, and he doesn’t understand. The words bring static up in his mind, the static that covers out any point of true thought. Because how can he not be an Asset? He stares back at the Soldier, stares back at the man who took him from the labs. The labs, that were all he truly remembered, the labs, and the pain, the experiments, the things done for the betterment of Hydra. Pain, to make him a better Asset, a stronger Asset. Pain had been good, had been meant to help him. That was the point of all those times, strapped to the table, or dragged to the chair. He remember all that pain, and he remembered them telling him it was to make him better. What was the point of all the pain, all the training and the drugs, if it wasn’t to make him a better asset? “I am an Asset,” he says, because it’s one of the few things that he does know. Asset, asset, asset. “The soldier is superior Asset. Not enemy.” There’s something about that statement though, the moment that he says it, that feels wrong. Like there’s something in his mind saying no, no, don’t believe that. “Why would you lie?”

His eyes drifted downwards to his hands, and he licked his lips to wet them. “Pietro…” He took a deep breath. “Do you know a girl by the name of Wanda?” He was at a loss for what to say. It was better to start small and build up, then bring it up out of nowhere when Pietro was clearly distrustful of the entire establishment.

How did you find them?

Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel (via yidquotes)

                       There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle…

Pietro sucks obediently on Clint’s thumb, wrapping his tongue around the finger, cleaning it dutifully, with his dark eyes wide. Sucks on it for far longer than needed to just clean Clint’s cum off, savouring the slight weight of it against his lips, how he looks staring at Pietro like that. When he does pull his lips off with a pop, it’s to start pressing hinting kisses down the curve of Clint’s palm, matching Clint’s savage smile with one of his own. “I think it’s your turn to pick. Though I do have some ideas.”

Above Clint’s head, Tony is moaning into Steve’s mouth, Steve’s hands playing over Tony’s nipples. And it’s like Clint’s not even there, for the amount of notice that they give him. Even as Tony’s hips thrust his cock past Clint’s lips, it’s Steve who gets his attention. Clint’s there to take their cocks, and their cum, and they all know that’s how he likes it. Of course, then Natasha and Thor return, and Natasha puts her hands in Clint’s hair, starts directing him hard onto Tony’s cock, as the billionaire moans and groans and gets ever closer to his orgasm.  “Finish him off,” Thor growls, slapping his hand across Clint’s ass. “And then I shall fuck you.”

“Really? I thought it was just a cough. Don’t tell me there’s something more wrong with you, old man.”

Pietro bits his lip, but he sits up next to Clint, concern not leaving his face. Not concerned for himself, no, that’s not the worry that crosses his expression. It’s continuing worry over Clint. “That doesn’t help me feel better that you’ll be okay. If you get this often.”

He is humming under his breath. In the confined space, it echoes. There is not much sound in this small room, no chance for the hum to become a song. The concrete walls absorb too much. He sits on the floor, his back to the window, eyes seemingly on a spot beyond the thick metal doorway. His grey hair has been cut short, his eyes and cheeks sunk low in a hollowed out face.He rocks, slowly, back and forth, as the door opens.“Pietro,” the nurse says in a soft voice, and Pietro’s head jerks at the sound. “You have a visitor.”His expression twitches, disinterested.

“I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.” Pietro says, over and over, his body shaking against Clint’s arms. And then his words are cut off, as his eyes go distant, his expression going slack and distant.

Pietro is tense, as the guards talk to Magneto, and that tension does not ease just because there is an apology issued. He thinks, words do not matter, and he thinks, you want me alone where no one will hear me scream. But he follows anyways, because this is Magneto, and coming to Genosha had been the dream, and he has few other options. Magneto seems like there’s something more that he expected, and yet Pietro is here, just as confused, following into the study and keeping his eyes on Magneto rather than dare to look around at all. “I do not think,” he says, his accent pointed and thick, hard consonants dominating his voice, “that good news comes after being brought away by soldiers.” He is off guard, uneasy. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the moment that Magneto lashes out. Where he is questioned and pressed for information that he does not have. And the only thing he can think of that counts of news that could be delivered by the King is that he has been accused as a traitor and will be exiled. So that is what he waits to hear, despite Magneto’s words that he is not in trouble.

“What? Find Ca…. You must be kidding me.” but giving it another thought, this could actually might be fun. “Okay then we can have it your way. So… whatever I want?! Are you sure? I’m’a pretty weird guy.” he smirked sheepishly at the boy as he made sure that the binds on his hands and legs are tight enough.

He murmured lightly as he looked down on him “I told you, Pietro. I’m not the monster that you think I am. I don’t say that I’m not… just not exactly what you or most would make of me.” he toned with a grin as his fingers moved slowly in his hair and down to his cheek, ghosting over his lips. “I’ll be patient and you’ll learn not only to trust me but to trust yourself and what you’re capable of handling.” his words were vague but hidden in his tone was, at the same time a reassuring promise and a dark and twisted implication that seemed unnamed and unknown. A mystery that Brock kept to himself, it was for him to know and the other to find out.

His gaze dropped. “I couldn’t follow Hydra’s orders either, else I wouldn’t be here but here I am.. here you are. We’ve just gotta work on our problems.”