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Discussion in 'Elysium' started by Wanda Maximoff, Sep 13, 2018.

  1. Wanda Maximoff

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    DATE | September 7th, Year 108
    TAG | @Steve Rogers, @Pietro Maximoff

    Wanda skipped school for this.

    That wasn't urgent, nor was it anything close to being a problem. She wasn't nine. She was twenty-four (or twenty-seven if she counted the past three or so laughter and tear-inducing surreal years) undergoing... a bizarre predicament, and if she spent another minute crammed inside a classroom desk pretending to learn or re-learn her vocabulary and her algebra, pretending that even a single thread of her surroundings made any sense, she would lose her damn mind. Besides, Pietro.

    And she would have totally gotten away with it if weren't for Steve catching her climbing over one of the school fences. Well, Steve had been quick to understand anyway and even offered to escort, so it wasn't like she hadn't gotten away with it.

    So they found their way to the Pandopolis travel hub. They rode up the elevator to COSTA, her large green eyes staring distantly into star-speckled views. They took the first available shuttle to Elysium. Ever so often, and perhaps driven by that nine year old impulse, her hand searched for Steve's and tugged it as if to reassure herself that he was still there, instead of being a mirage like most people and places and everything tended to be. She was confident that she could've made it this far with just her little backpack for company, but his company ended up meaning a considerable amount to her after all.

    She hadn't even known him for that long, in the fairest sense of the word. But he knew her, and that... meant something too.

    And finally, finally...

    "He couldn't have known," she tried to convince the jail warden whose silvery eyes seemed lit from within. Through some cybernetic implant or other. Holographic frames and images flickered from the walls. The window behind the warden offered a view of spiraling towers and a flurry of air traffic. Wanda might have been in awe, if she hadn't been so jaded by being in awe by now. Her head barely overtook the surface of his desk, so she had to step up on her tippy toes to make her case. She sounded especially baleful as she struggled to shutter away memories of him his life draining from him, the sight of it, the feel of it a stab wound through her heart. Twice, it had happened now. "He... must have arrived just then, or he wouldn't have..."

    The warden was barely paying attention. He raised his hand, looked to the scruffy man besides her instead with a profound interest, and leaned forward with gloved hands lacing together beneath his chin. "Hold that thought, kid. Did you say your name was Steve Rogers?"

     
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  2. Steve Rogers

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    Steve briefly thought of better days when his life hadn't been so complicated. He believed it was a Thursday...

    Pandora had been a tough pill to swallow from the beginning, but it didn't get any easier as the next few days came and went. His thoughts still lingered on home. On Earth and the surrounding universe. He couldn't get the thoughts out of his head. If he listened closely, he almost thought he could hear the screams. There hadn't been any, of course, it had been quiet. Too quiet. That didn't change anything though. Maybe it was the guilt of it, knowing that he had failed so many. He didn't know for sure. What he did know, however, was that he had someone he needed to protect.

    Normally, he would have thought that Wanda Maximoff could have taken care of herself just fine. She was strong, competent, and capable. However, she was also stuck in the body of a nine-year old... He couldn't even begin to describe how lost he was on that. How did such a thing even happen? He didn't ask too many questions, mostly because he figured he wouldn't understand the answers regardless. If nothing else, he only hoped that Wanda could return to normal soon. Not for his sake, but for her own. He remembered school and he didn't want to attend it a second time.

    Suffice to say he understood when he found Wanda hopping the fence and was ready to move when he realized why she had. He hadn't known Pietro Maximoff very long, but the man had helped in the fight against Ultron and he was clearly very important to Wanda. That was enough reason for Steve to accompany Wanda into space, something that he never thought he'd ever say in his life.

    Space travel came with its own bundle of emotions, the most prominent being excitement. Steve kept his demeanor calm and reserved, but his heartrate increased dramatically when they took their seats on the shuttle. He couldn't help but stare out the window practically the entire time, though his attention was split between that and Wanda when she gripped his hand. He looked down at her and tried to be as reassuring as he could. They'd figure this out. They'd save Pietro. He was an Avenger after all. At least, he had been. Somehow he got better. Not that it was a bad thing, just surprising.

    Maybe I should be used to this by now, He thought idly as they approached the warden to convince him to release Wanda's brother. How many fantastical things had he seen so far in his life? Far too many to really be surprised anymore. Or maybe it was just something you'd never get used to.

    Blinking, Steve eyed the warden when he was addressed directly. "I am," he said with a nod. "That man in there is a friend of mine. I assure you that, regardless of what happened, he is a good man and he means well." He tried to sound as convincing as possible without devolving into his PSA voice. He doubted it would help them.
     
  3. Wanda Maximoff

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    A breadth of a second before Steve managed to formally conclude his statement, a high pitched sound-- like water coming to a boil in a tea kettle-- emitted from the warden's pursed lips. His eyes had widened with every word that confirmed the man's identity, and by the end of it they were all but bulging from their sockets.

    "Captain America!" the warden squealed.

    Wanda stared on, blankly. It was as if the stiff guardsman had performed a 180 in terms of personality. Despite feeling vaguely unsettled by the abrupt turn, she said nothing for it-- this was a good thing, no?

    "Oh my god. Oh my god! Why didn't you start with that?" the warden continued giddily, sliding his mug over front and center, from behind the potted plant on his desk. The mug had a fairly recognizable shield imprinted on its side. "Can you sign this? For my kid? His name's Mark." It hadn't escaped Wanda's notice that one of those holographic plaques in the office had the name Mark marqueeing across in an endless scroll. The warden tapped a few buttons on yet another one of his holographic screens. What wasn't holographic on Elysium? "Prisoner Number Five Nine Five Eight Bee? He's free to go."

    Hope stirred in her chest, cutting across her reservations as even her eyes lit up just a bit more. "Is that--"

    "The one with the unfortunate dye job who can't sit still, yes."

    "Thank--" she breathed out, but was again cut off.

    "Don't thank me, thank the Captain for his service!"

    Once the warden, whose name may or may not have been Mark, was satisfied with the signing of his mug (and a selfie... and another selfie... and another photo that Wanda was instructed to snap for them…) they were ushered off down the elevator a few floors to the antechamber that her brother would be released to.

    This was surreal and absurd and she still didn't understand half of it, but by then she had come to terms with the fact that she didn't need to understand. If her brother was here again, the one she could sense and feel in her thoughts as though he were there and solid and alive again with her, what did the rest matter? "I can't believe that was all it took," she said, blinking her eyes up to Steve again. There was a hint of something sheepish in there for having subjected him through maybe-maybe-not-Mark's antics. "Thank you."

     
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  4. Pietro Maximoff

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    Pietro had quickly found out the hard way, that his powers didn't work at all in here. The past week had dragged on -- for what felt like months, years maybe. Everything was... so normal. He passed time normally. He paced around his cell normally. He counted the seconds at a normal pace. How had he stood this before the experimentation? Luckily, no one else had joined his cell since the first day when he had had that interesting encounter with the Captain America groupie. Although by the end of the week, he was sorely wishing he had company. He was only allowed out to go to the bathroom, and only then, in handcuffs. So he still couldn't at least attempt to escape.

    Right now, Pietro was feeling... odd. It was a feeling of anticipation that he did not understand where it was coming from. Something told him someone was coming for him, or something was waiting to happen, but with each passing second he could neither truly dismiss it nor believe it. But he couldn't shake it, and it only made passing time worse.

    When the buzzer to his cell rang and he looked up from the cot he was lounging in with a start. He hadn't even bothered to sit up, just letting his head hang over the edge. Two guards stood there, looking unamused but also indifferent. They lowered the light screen barrier, the yellow tint fading in an instant.

    "You're up. Someone has signed your release forms. Lucky you."


    What? Pietro rolled onto his shoulder, his head following him as he kept his eyes on the guards. He lifted his torso up, resting on his forearm briefly as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, legs swinging down to the floor.

    "You're kidding." Pietro began, but cut himself off. The guard looked blankly back at him and just waited. "No, you're not kidding. Who?" he asked, getting up and walking to the front of his cell, crossing the threshold and into the waiting arm of the guard, who grabbed him by the bicep and led him down the corridor. Suddenly the feeling felt familiar. Not that he knew what the anticipation was, just that he had a brief, flashing thought of who it could be, without having any real idea of why.

    Pietro got no answer from the steely guard, but instead, he got as soon as they entered the antechamber. There, standing there, was the figure he had seen before he died - his sister as she was before everything bad happened in their lives, and another familiar figure, this time an acquaintance, or you could say... a coworker. Steve, albeit looking distinctly shaggier than he remembered him. How long had he actually been stuck in that cell?

    "Wanda. You look... ah... much younger."" he stated as soon at he was released from the guards' custody, a smirk appearing, although a significantly relieved look. He walked quickly over and placed a hand on Wanda's shoulder, before realizing he should probably kneel down for a hug. He was already confused, not many of his questions had been answered, so what was one more confusion? Many questions were left unasked, but he could ask them later.

    He glanced upwards at Steve, offering him a polite smile from where he didn't attempt to break his sister's embrace, and instead spoke to him from kid height. "You grew out a beard. It could be... less scruffy." he offered, grinning. All that was left was leaving this place. And he had an immediate goal in mind that he needed to test out.

    "Go? Yes?" he asked, finally standing.
     
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  5. Steve Rogers

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    Steve blinked in surprise at the warden's apparent recognition. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of his shield on a mug. He knew that there had been an endless line of Captain America merchandise, especially back during World War 2, but that was a long time ago in a universe far far away. It seemed that luck was on his side though and he wasn't about to say no to the man if it meant helping Wanda.

    So he endured the signing of the mug for the man's "son" and took a few pictures, smiling for the camera and everything. He shot the occasional confused glance at Wanda, but said nothing until the warden eventually dismissed them and gave orders for Pietro's release. He sat down in a chair, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Of all the possible outcomes, I hadn't expected that," He said, eyeing the youngster that had once been the Scarlet Witch. She still was, he supposed just... Bite-sized?

    They didn't have to wait long before the buzzer sounded, announcing the opening of security doors. Eventually the door separating them from the rest of the prison opened and out stepped Pietro, looking just about the same as he had been the last time Steve saw him. He tilted his head and briefly considered his new reality. A child Wanda and an alive Pietro. Not the worst situation to be in, he supposed, though it was only one small light in an otherwise dark universe of pain and suffering. He was glad to see Pietro was okay, but that didn't change everything else. It didn't change their predicament.

    He nodded in greeting as the man approached. "You and I are going to have a talk about picking fights with the wrong sorts of people," He said in a stern, almost fatherly way. He smiled though, not letting on if he was being wholly serious or not. "It's good to see you, Pietro. It's been a long time." He wasn't sure if Pietro even knew that he had been dead, but that was something he could discuss with Wanda when they were alone. If he didn't know, Steve didn't want to be the one to have to inform him.

    Going. Yes. That did sound like a good idea. He gave one last approving nod to the warden who shouted something nonsensical about Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Steve left before he got the last words out, thankful when the door closed and his voice cut off abruptly. That was better.
     
  6. Wanda Maximoff

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    The only response she could give was a helpless shrug. As far as the little peculiarities went, she had a much easier time when she stifled her impulse to overthink question everything. Her thoughts were already anxiously centered on Pietro by then, desperately clinging to the sensation that he as all right. For once, he would be all right, and for once, maybe he wouldn't disappear again.

    A mounting pressure built within her, spurred on by irrational fears that something- anything- could go wrong again. Then finally a dam burst when she saw him appear from those doors. Wanda sprang forward mindlessly and met him somewhere in the middle, maybe closer to her end, because he was always much faster than her either way. "I missed you," she muttered, small arms around him and head buried into the crook of his shoulder.

    Nothing about their circumstances was normal. They were twins, but she was small and he was not. Steve had a beard, and they were on a moon in a dimension set apart from all other dimensions that had only just undergone a violent cycle of destruction and rebirth. People, important, people that she knew were still missing including the ghost of the man she loved and the goat she had sent with him. That eldritch abomination Satan clown was still out there— Altogether she truly had something to laugh and cry and scream about, but in this moment where she finally had her version of Pietro who was all right, she could forget about the insanity and fixate solely in the comfort of her brother's presence.

    He was here. He was here and healthy and whole.

    "I thought I lost you twice." The words came out muffled and strangled, and by the time she drew back she was struggling to surreptitiously dab the back of her sleeve against her eyes, and failing miserably. If she counted those other versions of Pietro, it might've been upwards of a half dozen times..

    What a group they made, as the doors to the detainment facility slid closed with resounding finality behind them. Peacekeepers and Guards were still posted about the premises, but they wouldn't bother them anymore. She had a thousand things to say, all of which could afford to wait. They were still on the moon and it wasn't as if she had (an important) class to hurry back to.

     
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  7. Pietro Maximoff

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    Pietro had mixed feelings as he felt tiny arms wrap partially around his chest. He reached up and let fingers run gently through her hair in consolation. As much as he could remember from those days, she looked exactly like she had before... well, everything. Innocent and pure, but none of it made any sense. In some way, he felt like he had lost a part of his sister. Pietro felt a new surge of frustration that he had been keeping to himself ever since he woke up and found himself in Pandora, but it passed quickly as he felt her pulled away. The slight frown changed into one of concern and he instinctively let his hand slide from the top of her hand to her cheek and wiped clear tears that she had failed to salvage. "Twice? I'm pretty sure you are counting wrong. I recall once." he said, offering her a teasing smile to try and protect her from any sad feelings she was feeling.

    When they were alone, he would have to apologize for leaving her. It had been... he knew what he had been doing, but the aftermath he had not had time to consider. That he could have hurt Wanda with his actions was something that he saved from dwelling on when Steve spoke to him as Pietro stood up and looked him in the eye.

    Reactively, and without much thought at all, Pietro groaned under his breath and could not help but roll his eyes up to the top of the ceiling. "I think I got the lecture already from the guards, thanks. I've been tortured enough by simply passing the time the regular way." he quipped, reaching down and holding out his hand for his sister. It was subconscious effort.

    "Which is why I don't like this place. We go now." he said, giving the sliding doors he had come out from a reproachful look before heading out through the lobby to the front door, sister in tow. He have the front desk an quick glance, noticed a mug displayed proudly off to the side of the officer who manned it. He noticed a certain scribbled writing on the side of it and turned to look at Steve, giving him a knowing grin and a pointed look. He didn't know outright, but he was guessing and watching the other for a response that would confirm it. He didn't need words to suggest that someone had been using their influence to certain gains - like the bailing people out of jail type.

    Pietro dropped Wanda's hand when they were faced with the overhead of stars and the bright glare of neon-colored holographic signs. Before anyone could say anything to discourage him, Pietro stepped forwards away from the other two. "Don't feel lost without me, yes? Be right back." he said before he broke into a run and disappeared, leaving behind a wisp of bluish air and an impression of where he had been before before it faded to nothing at all.
     
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