Alex continued to stare at the girl. The way her familiar eyes glowed, her pearly white teeth glinting in the sun as she looked at Alex with an expression Alex couldn't even begin to describe. It was joy with a dash of pain, a sprinkle of sadness and -though Alex didn't know why- rage.
The moment of exhilaration only lasted for a second however. Kore dropped Alex's hand and her eyes turned brown as another ripple went across the square, making the storm twins lose their balance.
"Kore? What are you doing here? Are you with them?"
"Normally," Kore shouted as she made a beckoning action towards Alex. As she stepped forwards, Alex suddenly found herself lifted into the air by a random gust of wind. Blue eyes glittered with pride as Kore also rose into the air, and together they flew back to Wanda.
Alex teleported sporadically, trying to throw the enemies off, and it worked. Her hand brushed the shoulder of the grey storm twin and she teleported her away. The winged girl spun around and Alex watched, frozen in horror as she ripped part of her wings off and threw it at Alex.
She caught it, but it appeared that was the girls plan as another bolt of lightening was summoned and would have hit Alex, had Wanda not thrown up a shield which immediately shattered under the strength of the lightning.
Alex threw out her hand, reaching for the mind of the storm girl.
|| Iolana'aolani Inoa, eighteen years old. Another Panfortis, codenamed Tempest ||
"Ooh, alliterative name. Are the wings actually a part of her?"
|| The main frame is grafted into her back, the rest are detachable. She carries spare rods around with her so she can strike people more accurately, like how she did with you. Power is weather control ||
"Any vulnerabilities?"
|| Only ever been taught to summon a storm. That does not help you. So let me ||
Alex closed her eyes and surrendered to Theundruk. She teleported into Tempest's mind, straining for the power she had felt before when she controlled Wanda. It was not as strong, but it was there.
Alex made Tempest crack her neck and grin. She made her raise her hands and thunder boomed again.
"Honey, you've got a big storm coming."
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Pietro watched in delight as the power in the compound shut off. He'd been wanting to do it since he discovered where everything was connected but he'd decided to save it for when he really needed it.
Apparently that was now.
Alex could keep teleporting him away and he'd keep returning. It wasn't rejection, like it had been in Italy when she'd all but outright said she knew about his crush and wanted nothing to do with him. It had hurt, badly, especially when she'd teleported him back to the compound without saying another word.
He'd nearly killed himself getting to Italy.
Adelaide had called him almost instantly after their previous phone call, panicking that Alex had gone. Pietro had immediately turned and ran back to the compound, stolen one of the Quinjets and flown it to Italy. He'd nearly crashed it landing and had decided to run the rest of the way, not remembering where Alex's mother lived, just the general area.
Getting to the house, he'd been unable to stop imaging all sorts of horrors awaiting him— and yet there was nothing worse than seeing the quiet house with Alex's mother sat at the table. He had held his gun to her head, ignoring the fresh tears running over the stains on her cheeks, the tremble of her hands as she tried to talk him down,
"Ena left. I promise you, I didn't do anything."
"And why should I trust you? What did you do to her?"
"Nothing. Don't do this, please." It was the please that broke him, the gun slipping from his hand and landing with a crack on the floor. He could perfectly hear Alex saying it, begging for him to stop as he tortured her when working for Ultron.
Sometimes he felt as though that was the day Alex had ruined his life forever.
Without the pity they each felt for each other, life would have been different. Pietro would either be dead or allowed to cause pain, not caught in a purgatory where he called himself a better person but could not hurt anyone, even someone who was a worse person than himself.
It was a hard balance, one that Wanda managed seamlessly and if it wasn't for Alex struggling with the same thing, Pietro may have given up all hope.
But he didn't and he wouldn't. He took a moment to down an energy drink before running off again.
Running was the only place he truly felt safe— at such a speed no one could hurt him. He was beginning to learn every corner of New York from the number of times he'd gone for a run and that meant he could quickly find his way back to Times Square.
He wasn't going to leave Alex on her own, she was already hurt. After the battle, he would make them talk and if she promised she wanted him out of her life, then he would do it.
Skidding into the square, a laugh of recklessness tore out of him as he found it was snowing and he heard Alex belting Frozen into her megaphone.
She was so beautiful, and so, so terrible at singing.
However, it appeared to be working well, as far as strategies go— the boy she was fighting looked both thrilled and terrified as Alex used the ice on the ground to run and slide past him, catching him with a knife as she did so.
The fight seemed more balanced than before— Wanda was fighting against the person Pietro remembered Alex fighting first and another girl had joined their side, throwing a fireball at a boy covered in spikes who literally did a cartwheel to avoid it.
Pietro ran forward to help Wanda but as soon as time resolved itself, he heard someone cry,"Ena!"
The fire girl's leg was bleeding and she was on the floor. Over her, an exact copy of the person Wanda was fighting stood. Pietro looked for Alex and saw her teleport. As she appeared, Pietro's focus slowed and he caught sight of the spiked boy half-way through the motion of throwing something at Alex.
He ran, intending to catch it and throw it back at the boy.
However, as his hand closed around it, he felt himself go numb. Trying to turn, he found his entire body wasn't responding, not even his fingers to drop the spine.
Something hit him in the side, he felt it ripple through his whole body, and he was able to drag his hand up enough to let out a low whimper as his hand nudged another quill stuck in his thigh.
"Wanda?" He tried to say but now his mouth wasn't moving. His mind was slowing down too and he grasped the quill, trying to pull it out but he couldn't manage it. Legs giving way, the quill was only driven in deeper as his body hit the concrete and the scream of pain could not escape his mouth.
"Waste of a good poison." He head someone mutter before darkness overcame him.
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Disappeared- {Pietro Maximoff}
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