Iron Assassin

Chapter 9: Talking Helps

You know it really sucks when you keep waking up to the same med bay ceiling. It was definitely night time now, not much light was in the room. The only light I could see was coming from a lap on the table to my left. I looked around and saw there was three people that I could see. Well see might be a stretch, they were just blobs on the chairs to my right and left. All of them seemed to be a sleep, though. I reached my hand over to the lamp and turned it to a higher brightness. Now I can see who is around me. To my right, sleeping in the chair, was my dad. To my left was a tear jerking scene. In the chairs were Pietro and Wanda. Pietro was holding Wanda to his chest looking like he was never letting her go again. Wanda looked like she had be crying, and me knowing her, it was both her brother and what she did to me probably. I wish I was there when they reunited. Actually I wonder how they got her out of her evil thing. Carol did seem to get out of it pretty easily so maybe it was the same for Wanda. All of a sudden my chest started burning and I couldn't breathe like what happened in the vision. I tried to touch my chest like a normal person would do but realized my suit was back on, most likely fixed by my dad. I needed to help my breathing, only thing I could think of was that maybe outside air would help.

Going to the roof was a great idea. I couldn't take off the suit because of the danger of not being able to control the powers but I could take of the masked. The cold air hitting my face made me feel way better. I haven't been sitting out her for that long but staring out into the city felt like hours.

"Are you okay?" I turned my head to the sound of the voice and saw Pietro leaning on the door of which I came up here through.

"Yeah." That was a major lie.

"You know you don't have to lie to me." Of course he knew it was a lie. Why does he know me so well without us spending any significant amount of time without something crazy happening.

"Who said I was."

"I just know you are. Is it about whatever Wanda showed you." I knew I had to tell him the truth, well I guess I don't have to say it. So I just shook my head and turned back to the city lights. I hope he doesn't keep pushing it but I also want him to. I want to and also don't want to talk about what happened.

"Do you want to talk about," Pietro said with a nice and soothing voice. I couldn't get any words out. Just thinking about what my evil self did to him made me want to just crawl in a ball. "I can guess what you saw but you and I both know that would be almost evil to assume what you went through. So you can take as long as you want to tell me what happened." I still couldn't look him in the face. What happens if I tell him what I saw? He could think I was actually her, and maybe I was, and he would do what he does best, run. Well I guess it's better to tell than try and keep this hidden, eating me from the inside.

"The thing Wanda showed me... I hurt you and Daisy and who knows what else if the vision went any longer." I then told him everything. I tried to say the story quickly but at points I had no words. Pietro didn't ever try to rush me; he actually didn't say a thing through the whole story. I couldn't even look at him while telling the story, to be honest. I knew that if I looked at him I would have probably broke. Once I finished I decide I probably had to look so I did. I turned my head towards him to see him just looked at me like I went to hell and back.

"Nicole, I don't know what to say."

"What about if the vision was real? What if I am actually evil? What if those things in the vision actually become reality?"

"There is no way that would happen."

"Can you tell me that with one hundred percent certainty that that would never happen."