River of Dreams

[Pietro Maximoff]

::A silver eyebrow rose towards Pietro's hairline. His tone was difficult to decipher.:: "Lest I succumb to the pied piper's tune?"

[Typhoid]

She gave him a look that said he knew better then that. "Because two pairs of eyes are better then one."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro would certainly not refuse the opportunity for her company, even if it meant he would sacrifice running for a train ticket. Further she was correct that it was best to have multiple pairs of eyes to watch, particularly in such a situation.:: "You're welcome to come with me."

[Typhoid]

She nodded. "If you think it's faster to run to get there, we can. I...think...I'll be ok." She'd been experimenting, over the past few days-finding out that her powers didn't harm something living when she went transparent and passed through it had been an added bonus she'd only discovered the day before. The fact that Rogue had already absorbed her abilities when the first incident occurred hadn't made her want to repeat the experience quickly; she had thought it was a fluke. "Even if a part of me does disappear, I won't hurt you, and it won't hurt me."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"We can take the train," ::Pietro said, shaking his head. Her own difficulties with her new powers aside, her body could not handle his top speed, or anything close to it, which meant extended use of safer, but still unsafe speeds while he carried her. At that point, it would be an hour and a half of running, or three hours of train ride or driving, and the latter would keep her safe.::

[Typhoid]

She nodded in aquiesence- he knew his abilities and tolerances much better then she did. "Did you plan to go soon?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Wanda needs to make a final decision. Perhaps in a week," ::Pietro replied, thinking for a brief moment.:::

[Typhoid]

"Let me know, then." Ty quietly mused over how this experience would be. She'd been raised a Catholic, but the sisters were always kind to her and her twin, and it had been less like a cult and more like an attempt to give parentless children something solid to stand on. A cult...the word made her suspicious in and of itself.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"I will," ::Pietro gave his word that he would seek her out before leaving. He leaned forward in the chair, breaking from his thoughts on the subject. He had been over the information again and again, what he had seen, what he had read, and beneath it all, Wanda's happiness.::

[Typhoid]

Ty went to stand in front of him, moving a lock of hair out of his eyes. "I'm glad you found something that might work."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro lifted his head as she smoothed back his hair. The possibility was all they had, and he did not like gray areas.:: "I hope for her sake it does."

[Typhoid]

"So do I, even if I'm suspicious." She smiled a little wryly, self-depreciating. "She's your sister. What worries you worries me."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro, too, was suspicious, but he had seen something. How the other man did it, and the exact process...he would learn that in time. But it was a possibility, when Hank's antidote had failed her.:: "I say the same to her. You are essentially in our family now, Rossignol."

[Typhoid]

That comment made her breath stick in her throat a little. Her next comment came out hoarse. "Thank you."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro had not thought the declaration out of the ordinary; surely she must have noticed it before. And he had thought for some time that she would make a fine Maximoff. He took her hand, drew it to his lips and brushed the back.::