UNSPOKEN WORDS are whispered through feather-light touches of reassurance, a language conveyed and deciphered only through themselves. two souls, eternally bound to one another. torn apart by the severance of fate, only to be stitched back together, but this time------ pietro spared no thought of LEAVING his sister's side. not even if she would ask it of him, her withered mood spurning both concern & anger in his gut. arms wound around her protectively, absorbed the silence of gentle breaths, calming.
“ dorogaya, sestra. ” a soft whisper, muted in resonance with a familial reassurance.
she is a STORM, contained in all her magnificence. scarlet chaos surging through her bones, rendered POWERLESS by chains & restraints & devices, bound like an ANIMAL, for display. it sickens him, repulse crawling like poison through his veins. but he doesn’t storm off - his hotheaded nature stalled by a more pressing matter, Wanda. always first, always his top priority. even the last gulps of air to escape his lungs had been expended with her in mind, to know that she would be left alone in the world, but she had the Avengers. or at least, he thought so. peace of mind had been shattered, however, when Steve Rogers filled him in on the state in which she had been found, sheet white and silent, in a straight jacket and a shock collar.
his own re-cooperation often left him tired, mentally & physically, though it is nothing that he cannot endure, nothing he has not ENDURED before, placing it on a back-burner for her well-being.
“ they are going to pay for what they did. ” an idle threat it may seem, but it is a promise. gentle, yet firm. containing conviction.
