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Chapter 19: Waking Up

"Are you just going to stare at me forever?" Pietro asked me, finally turning around, his dark expression acquiring a smirk.

I reddened and glared at him. "I wasn't even looking at you long enough to call it a stare." I retorted from behind my bars. I hesitated, "How did you know it was her?"

"What?"

"Wanda." I said quietly.

"Fury's eyes were tinted red. And his voice... I've seen people like that before," Pietro said distantly.

"Because you used to hang out with your sister, the murderer," I huffed loudly.

Pietro looked like he wanted to say something sarcastic, but he looked away from me, a flash of weakness flashing over his face. "You could say that." He mumbled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-" I walked over to the edge of my cell.

"No!" Pietro said angrily, startling me. "I mean... " He stumbled to apologize.

We were both silent for a minute. I heard something shift in the cell next to me, revealing someone else's presence in the long room full of cells. "Who else is here?" I asked suspiciously.

No response. "It's too dark in here for me to tell." Pietro told the person softly, "I can see your figure though."

I heard another shuffle, but still, the person said nothing.

"The pain..." I heard someone say, sounding strangled. My head rang with the words, pulsing back and forth painfully. I winced.

"What pain?" I asked aloud.

"What are you talking about?" Pietro said, cocking his head slightly. "I didn't say anything about pain."

"I wasn't talking to you," I said quietly.

"Nobody else has said anything," Pietro said curiously.

"The man in the other cell. I heard him," I said faintly.

"I haven't said anything," The voice said again, sounding weaker inside of me. My thoughts swirled together.

"See! There it is again!" I exclaimed, "I heard you say that!"

Something groaned inside of my head. It wasn't my thoughts, or I would be able to discern it as my own. No, somebody else was groaning, somebody else was in pain, somebody close.

"He's in pain," I said inquisitively.

"How do you know?" Pietro asked skeptically.

"Wanda..." I held my breath, "Wanda experimented on me, too, right?"

PIetro nodded slowly, his eyes widening in realization.

"Doesn't she have telepathy or telekinesis or whatever?"

Pietro nodded slightly in the shadows. "You are reading his thoughts," He seemed awed.

"So, Wanda was able to do that? She gave me this power?" I asked.

Pietro gave a throaty laugh. He sounded unsure."She..."

"Yes?" I asked eagerly.

"Wanda was never able to do that. She could never read anybody's thoughts directly. They always came in images."

The memory of the drunken men flashed through my head. "I've seen images," I said slowly. "Not on purpose..."

"Have you noticed things moving without someone holding them? Possibly glowing? Has light emitted from you on any occasion? Have you got extreme headaches?"