REALITY || MARVEL

ᴱᵖⁱˢᵒᵈᵉ ˢⁱˣ ᵖ.¹ ⁻ ᴴᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵉⁿ

"How on earth am I supposed to hit you if you won't slow down!" I yelled as Pietro stopped running, his shoes made a squeaking sound as he came to a total stop. Part of my stupid training in learning how to control these powers is learning how to aim. Which means, dear old dad pitted me and Pietro against each other. Because wouldn't you know ice and speed and total opposites.

It was the case for our powers and definitely the case for each other.

"That's the whole point of this experiment Ronnie," Pietro reminds me. "For you to take me down." I scowled, balling my hands into fists and at the command of my anger ice mist started to seep around my hand. Pietro grinned and got into running position again. "Let's try this again."

Pietro takes off running, the wind hitting my face. I hate him. I tried taking aim at Pietro again. Getting my powers to come out wasn't the hard part, aiming and fighting was different now. Now I could use my powers to my advantage when it came to fights. Dad thinks I can build stuff with my powers.

That's what this is all for, for me it's just about learning control. If I'm ever going to get out of here I need to learn. And if that means dealing with Dad and Pietro then so be it.

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I slump against the ground. Absolutely done with training. We've spent the past 2 hours training but it feels like I've been here for an entire day. I wait for Wanda patiently. We've noticed some patterns. Every time I use my powers to a certain extent my arms break.

Dad and I have done some "tests". Every time I manipulate the temperature in objects it affects my bones. They become brittle, like actual ice. Which figures that Pietro made me use my abilities to this extent.

"Next time I'll go easy on you." Pietro teased as he handed me a water bottle. I rolled my eyes but took the water from him. "Don't. If I'm going to get good I need practice. So don't go easy. Knock me on my ass if you have to."

"If we go somewhere else I definitely could." Pietro said with a suggestive smirk and I should have known he would take my words and twist it that way. Not that I'm surprised, I've been here over a month. I've gotten used to it.

"Leave the girl alone." Wanda scolds her brother as she enters the room. Wanda is the only other girl in this terrible place. So I would be lying if I said I didn't hang out with her often. She's also the only one that can help heal me. We still haven't figured out a way to stop this from happening, and being in a cast is not an option.

"I don't know how you've dealt with him for 25 years." I told Wanda as she sat down in front of me and hovered her hands over my arms. The red whips of power start to work and I slowly feel my arms start to mend. Wanda chuckled and shook her head. "Neither do I."

"I'm right here." Pietro muttered as he closed the water bottle. I laughed a little. "Your Dad wanted to see you." Wanda informed me once she was done. I rubbed my now healed arms. It still felt weird every time she did that. I throw my head back in exasperation at what she told me about dad. Great. Yet another lovely father daughter meeting that's going to end in a screaming match.

We didn't used to be like this. When Mom was alive he used to be present. Or at least he used to appear that way. We used to be semi-normal in the eyes of a 6 year old me. But then she died, and he became neglectful. I still held him on a pedestal, but that might have just been because for an entire year later I went to live with my aunt.

"You need us to go with you?" Pietro asked, already getting up to come to my aid. I shake my head but still make him pull me up. It's the least he could do for kicking my ass. "Thanks but no thanks. I'll see you guys later."