2| Platinum [Pietro M.] ✔

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After Wanda had placed Iris under the sway of unconsciousness, she turned to look at the rest of the team. Out of all the looks, her brother's stood out the most. He looked completely and utterly broken. He looked frightened and horrified. Had the one person he let get close to him fall away like his parents? Had he lost her? 

Additionally, Wanda noticed that Steve looked unnerved. His facial expression was that of nostalgia, but also fright. Clint, Sam, and Scott seemed concerned but also confused. "Iris will be fine." The brunette turned from the group to her dear friend. Iris was still trapped within the confines of a straight jacket. "I hope..." She muttered under her breath. "Her temporal lobe could have acquired damage from that collar. That might be why she couldn't remember us." Wanda held a sad look on her face before determination took hold. "Let's get out of here." She grumbled before leaning forward. The telekinetic placed her hands on Iris' shoulders before gently tugging her limp form forward so she wasn't slouched against the wall. She then maneuvered herself so she could unlatch the buckles that shackled the straight jacket to Iris. Once the garment was removed, she tossed it to the side. 

Just as had been the case with herself, Iris' skin was pale across her arms with an angry red tint surrounding her elbows where all the blood was trapped. A straight jacket was a painful and dangerous device that she considered torturous when the effects that accompanied it were reviewed. However, Wanda was glad that she had freed her friend from the jacket. 

The brunette turned her head and looked at her brother with an encouraging smile. "She's safe now, Pietro." There was a hint of hesitation and concern in the eyes of the blue-eyed speedster as he nodded. It was then as if everybody felt the weight of the situation and began to shift into gear. Pietro quickly moved forward to scoop Iris into his arms carefully, carrying her bridal style, before the group turned and exited the padded cell. There was an air of urgency that surrounded them as Steve led them through the labyrinth-like facility. Considering that all the guards were unconscious or disposed of, the group took a moment to gather their gear and belongings before heading to the landing deck. In the middle of the helicopter pad was the Quinjet that Steve had apprehended during the airport fight. Barnes was nowhere to be seen, much to the confusion of the team. Surely Bucky was alright, otherwise, Steve wouldn't have broken them out quite yet.

Steve led the team into the jet before he and Clint moved to the cockpit. Sam grumbled under his breath about how messed up his sleep schedule was going to be while Scott began to babble about how this wasn't nearly as fun as his first breakout. The twins shared a look before moving to a quiet wing in the jet. The speedster placed his unconscious girlfriend down on the ground carefully as the jet began to take off. He knelt while Wanda sat next to her body. The two stared at her limp form with different expressions. Wanda's was more of a tense concern while Pietro's was an anxious impatience. Neither twin knew what would unfold when the energy manipulator awoke, but they decided that it would be best if she woke up to familiar faces...not that she wasn't surrounded by familiar faces.

"So how's James?" Sam asked from where he sat in a chair, his elbows on his knees while he hunched forward. There was a tense silence as the group waited for an answer while Steve and Clint maneuvered the jet from the ocean prison.

"He's...safe." The patriotic leader cautiously informed. His knuckles gripped the steering mechanism of the plane tighter as his jaw set. It was clear he wasn't ready to talk about the subject, so the group fell quiet. The only sound that pierced the tense air was the hum of the engines as they flew across the ocean. A course wasn't set on the navigation. But why would there be? They had no place safe to go. They couldn't go to Clint's farm, oh no. Stark knew where that was now and no doubt that'd be the first place he'd look for them. They couldn't go back to the States because they were so well-known there that it would be impossible to blend in and hide. They couldn't go to Europe since their faces would be plastered all over the place in an attempt to locate them, and it would only be a matter of time before someone identified them. No. They'd be caught in airspace hell until they figured out a course of action.

A couple of hours past, possibly more, when a sharp movement attracted all attention. Iris jerked upward in a panicked movement as her chest heaved unsteadily. The twins held their hands up in an appealing way as Wanda quietly shushed her, whispering calming phrases. It didn't seem to take well. Her eyes were wide with panic as they jumped from face to face. Her next action was to look down. She found herself free of the restricting straight jacket before sharply reaching up. Her fingers hovered around the skin on her neck. Iris seemed to be seeking the metal collar that once debilitated her. There was a moment of gladness upon discovering its absence. The gladness was, however, quickly fleeting. She quickly drew her knees up to act as some sort of shield in front of her body as she drew her arms to her chest. Iris reached up and ran her shaking hands through her hair while turning her face downwards.

"Hey, Iris..." The blonde looked up to the silver-haired man who spoke with a soothing tone. "you're fine now." He offered her a hesitant smile before he crossed his legs and sat in front of her. Wanda hovered behind her brother, watching tensely. The speedster reached out and placed a hand on his girlfriend's knee in a reassuring way. "We escaped."