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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 2:55:52 GMT -5
"You're lying," she said softly. "I can hear the effort in your voice to not focus on how much it hurts." If he continued to sound that way, she would stop and pull him down with her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 3:00:44 GMT -5
::Pietro took a deep breath, walked slowly, shared his weight with Wanda, did everything she asked. He was mildly offended that she would accuse him of lying.:: "Fine to walk, not to run."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:05:02 GMT -5
"We'll let Hank see," she told him. While she adored her precious brother, she knew when he was acting, or covering up when he was in pain, physically and emotionally.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:10:51 GMT -5
"Yes," ::Pietro agreed, as he had already promised to let the other man examine him. They reached the patio door and he stretched out to open it.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:38:14 GMT -5
He grabbed the door handle and opened it, when she could have done so. She gave him a look as if to say 'don't push yourself', and they continued into the mansion. "You know, as much as I am loathe to admit it..." she thought the shape-shifter had been genuinely worried about him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:42:10 GMT -5
::The door slid shut harshly behind them, when Pietro removed his hand. Thankfully this part of the mansion seemed empty, and there were no others present to bear witness to this. They took another few steps left that room towards the staircase. He grit his teeth, and knowing Wanda would worry less, urged her to change direction towards the elevator.
He knew what she was about to say; how could he not? And he was in no mood to listen to it, not now.:: "Wanda, please, do not say it."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:47:38 GMT -5
She did not complain when he suddenly moved to take the elevator instead; it would be less taxing on him, and the elevator was right by their room. She ignored his protest. "I think it was genuine." Her concern, her worry. Then again, her maternal instincts were in overdrive, due to the pregnancy.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:52:32 GMT -5
::The elevator doors slid open and they walked inside. When they closed, he leaned against the railing and closed his eyes.:: "She is the one who distracted me."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 9:58:10 GMT -5
So was it guilt? "What did she do?" She asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 11:46:32 GMT -5
::Pietro brought his arm to his chest, checking his ribs. His eyes remained closed as he spoke.:: "She called for me; she could not see me and I turned."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 13:11:12 GMT -5
"But she didn't do it with intention to harm, at least," she said. If she had, she would be having a word with her...and Uncle.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 14:33:30 GMT -5
"I didn't say that," ::Pietro replied. Just because she had not expected him to have a collision did not mean she actually cared.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 14:57:21 GMT -5
"It could be those maternal instincts kicking in, you know, because of the pregnancy," she suggested. Meaning that just because she seemed to be caring now, she could change completely after she gave birth.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 15:08:14 GMT -5
::The doors to the elevator slid open just as Pietro made a low, irritated noise. He did not want to the be recipient of any of the shape-shifter's twisted urges, maternal or otherwise.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 26, 2007 15:16:50 GMT -5
She grasped his waist tighter, so that he would be forced to lean on her. His noise of disgust or irritation wasn't lost to her ears. "Almost there," she told him.
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