Rally at City Hall

[Pietro Maximoff]

::With a last squeeze of her hand, Pietro turned and left the holding area. He had more arguging to do, and Uncle's name to drop if that did not work.::

[Typhoid]

Typhoid went back to her bench in the corner to wait. She kept track of Pietro's heartbeat, and to pass time, tried to find the others she knew from memory, trying to see how far her range was without overloading her senses. it was a game she played when bored, and it took her mind off both the bars and the ever present desire to turn them to dust and leave.

[Pietro Maximoff]

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::A while later, the Captain of the precinct walked toward her holding cell with Pietro behind him. He had argued, he had threatened to file a complaint - which was not an idle threat as he only had to do the paperwork and he *would*- and he had dropped Uncle's name. Then the attorney had made a few legal threats and the precinct had seen it their way.::

[Typhoid]

Ty had actually fallen into an uneasy, light sleep born from the somewhat cathartic game she'd been playing. It had been almost three hours since Pietro had left the first time. As a result, she didn't hear them approach. Her head was leaning against the wall, her eyes shut.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::The Captain unlocked the door of the holding cell, and Pietro stepped inside, giving him a last glare. He then approached Rossignol's sleeping form.::

[Typhoid]

The holding cell door opening caused Ty to wake up, going from sleep to totally awake fast. She saw Pietro before her, the door open, the captain behind Pietro. "I...can't believe I fell asleep."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"We can talk about it on the way home," ::Pietro told her. He did not wish to rush her from rudeness, but the quicker they left this place, the better.::

[Typhoid]

She got up, hearing him talk about leaving, and he seemed like he was in a hurry. That might have not been odd if he lived up to his alias all the time, but in general he didn't hurry her at all. "What happened?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"I am filing a grievance, and I want to get you out of here," ::Pietro told her. He glanced over his shoulder briefly at the Captain who was retreating. Apparently an apology was too much to ask for.::

[Typhoid]

"All right." She zipped up her jacket. "Let's go." He was behaving as if there were danger of some sort, and if he said they needed to leave, they needed to leave.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro led her out of the police station in silence. Only when they were across the street and down the block did he speak again.:: "That should not have happened to you."

[Typhoid]

She should have been feeling in a rush, in a hurry, as if someone were chasing them. She didn't. A part of her found it odd that she hadn't lost that sense of calm after living a 'normal' life for so long. As it was, she put her arm underneath Pietro's, holding onto him. "I could have killed them,' she said, her voice calm and flat. "Even without wanting to. If they'd held me long enough, I could have killed them."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro held onto her, letting her choose how tightly she wished; he did not think twice about the physical contact, because he knew her needs after these years.:: "I know."

[Typhoid]

She stared straight ahead, walking in pace with him, but obviously far away, not seeing the pavement in front of her. "One second, that's all it takes...a quick touch and they're gone..." She put her free hand in her pocket, clenching it hard, as if the lack of a glove on it made her hand hurt, as if her body hurt as it used to.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::That was...not what happened and Pietro turned to look at her curiously. He was concerned about her, since she was squeezing him more tightly than usual and babbling about an aspect of her powers that had since been altered. He reminded her,:: "You can touch."