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She was on edge now, but refused to use her powers. Using direct force would only cause him to become more upset. She didn’t want that. Her objective was to calm him, not have him explode in anger. As he stepped closer her breath hitched and she kept quiet. She didn’t want to knock him back and let the place crumble unless absolutely necessary.

“ I don’t run, because I’m not afraid of you. You aren’t a freak…. There are millions of people like you, and I do have the ability to hurt you… I just don’t want to.” As he angrily spilled to her she guessed that he used his powers to extend a vine out to touch her. She thought at first it was going to wrap around her and hold her captive, but she was surprised when the tip of it slowly lifted her chin. She managed a small smile at the man. “Neat Trick.”

                Darr seemed to relax more by the moment, hearing that there was others like him almost made him drop this intimidating act he was trying to uphold immediately. He managed to maintain composure however, focus on this mystery woman who still spoke. He was curious to the ability that she had apparently possessed which gave her such confidence around him. 

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         It had been another gruelling day, hidden away in his laboratory-- completely shut off from the rest of the world. He still hadn’t come to terms with the result in his accidental splicing, leaving him hideously disfigured so much so that he’d shut himself out from society. There was no way they would ever be ready to see him,            to see what a young scientist had become. The            very thing that he’d built his life around had now            successfully destroyed him.

           He thought he’d been careful, that going out at  only after nightfall had ensured nobody noticed something horrifically wrong with him. So to say that he was more than surprised when he found a guest waiting for him when he returned home one night was the understatement of the century.

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      What was happening to him? One minute he’d been fine, barely waking up despite it being in the afternoon. His sister had been  cooking and left him some food in the fridge, he’d taken just one step into the kitchen before something had happened. He’d ended up encased in stone over his entire body, during such        time, he could feel his body vibrating at an aggressive rate,        practically rattling this stone shell right off him.        

       After that, he’d been zipping and dashing all over the place, slamming into walls and sometimes crashing through them all together. No doubt he’d drawn enough attention to himself by now to have attracted media coverage on the alarming new developments he was experiencing. At one point he’d managed to drain himself of energy long enough        to stand still for a moment and take in his surroundings. He        saw a team of people slowly approaching him, hands up in        a gesture of peace.         

        Pietro’s gaze landed on the brunette woman who stood  upfront with an aura of confidence. Like she wasn’t afraid of him? She acted like she couldn’t handle whatever he was becoming right now.

{ Ship me some plz it's 2:30 am and I'm starving }

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Rebecca simply ignored his protests and guided him towards the friend that she hadn’t been able to stop talking about over the last few weeks. According to her, they had become instant friends within the first few days, and she had been begging for a playdate ever since. 

“Papa! Hurry before they leave!”

Awww babe I'll miss you :( }