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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 0:37:23 GMT -5
::That she refused to let him go was nothing less than infuriating. Pietro wanted nothing else but to go back to his bedroom and be left alone, but she could not even do that. If she wanted him to snap, he was about to.:: "Either let me go, or hold tight."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 0:43:26 GMT -5
Wanda had been walking along the grounds, looking for Pietro. She knew he would be going on his security sweep around now, but usually he lingered on the side of the grounds, right by the gardens. Not seeing him, she kept on walking. Then, she spotted someone, kneeling over a body...oh god, Pietro. It was Mystique, kneeling beside Pietro.
"Pietro!" She cried, running to his side as fast as she could. Her worst fears immediately coming to the front of her mind.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 0:45:40 GMT -5
::Pietro's head snapped up at the sound of his sister's voice. This moment could only get more humiliating if he were to vomit, which he felt inclined to do.:: "Wanda is here. Let me go."
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Post by Mystique on Sept 26, 2007 0:52:01 GMT -5
She looked to see Wanda on his other side. "Wanda, he lost control and ran into a tree, he needs to lie still and get medical attention," she told the other woman. Looking back at Pietro, she eased the pressure put on him, and pulled her hands away.
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 0:55:14 GMT -5
Wanda looked to Mystique, then back down at Pietro. He collided with a tree? She took in his physical appearance, bruised and battered. When Mystique pulled her hands away--had she been keeping him still?--she edged closer to her beloved brother. "Pietro, don't get up," she told him softly. If he had been going top speed, he could have seriously damaged something, more than just a bruised rib or two.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 0:57:12 GMT -5
::Pietro glared at the shape-shifter, but his expression instantly softened at his twin. He shook his head slightly; he would be damned if he would stay out here a moment longer.:: "I want to go upstairs."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:05:54 GMT -5
She nodded. "Then we shall get Hank and get you upstairs, but he is going to look you over," she said, protectiveness in her voice. Even though she was loathe to admit it, she owed the shape-shifter for this. Pietro was being stubborn. "Will you please go get Hank?" She asked her quietly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:07:44 GMT -5
"Wanda," ::Pietro said softly, easily the kindest tone he had ever used in the shape-shifter's presence. This entire situation was bad enough; he could not take being carried like a helpless infant by a man he had once beaten up in childhood.:: "Let me walk by myself."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:09:54 GMT -5
"No," she said firmly. "Look, you destroyed your boots. So even if I let you walk upstairs, you'd cut your feet. And secondly, you very well could have some internal damage and not know it." She looked to Mystique, and gave her a nod; in acknowledgement, and, god help her, thanks.
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Post by Mystique on Sept 26, 2007 1:11:24 GMT -5
Mystique accepted Wanda's nod with one of her own, and rose to her feet, albeit slowly. She began to head back to the mansion, intent on finding Hank, and then Charles to tell him what had happened to his stubborn nephew.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:12:10 GMT -5
"I can remove my boots," ::Pietro protested. He was not above begging his sister, but he could not while the shape-shifter remained here. He would argue this, could not take any more humiliation this afternoon.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:16:01 GMT -5
"No, Pietro," she said. "Please, don't do this." She put a hand on his arm, looking at him imploringly.
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Post by Mystique on Sept 26, 2007 1:16:35 GMT -5
Mystique entered the mansion, completely forgetting her book and bottle of water, and headed straight for the med lab.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:18:34 GMT -5
::As soon as the shape-shifter was out of sight, Pietro became less tense. He reached up, took Wanda's hand and all but begged her.:: "Wanda, I promise he can examine me upstairs. In the name of Django's God, please don't humiliate me."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 1:23:25 GMT -5
She squeezed his hand, and used her other to run her fingers through his hair. His face was horribly bruised and scratched. "Pietro, you can recover from humiliation, but if it turns out you have internal injuries, and I let you make it worse, I will never forgive myself," she told him seriously.
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