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A Change Is Gonna Come

Oct 12, 2011 16:03

Characters: Hank McCoy, Wanda Frank, Pietro Maximoff
Date & Time: September 30th, mid-morning
Setting: NYC
Summary: Those first steps are always a doozy.
Rating: PG-13 but subject to change
Status: Semi-Closed

( It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die/'Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky )

wanda frank, hank mccoy, pietro maximoff

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chaosmagus October 13 2011, 03:32:10 UTC

Wanda flung the bathroom door open and padded barefoot out into the room she was sharing with Pietro, drawing her hair back into a loose braid. Showers had become a thoroughly enjoyable occurrence, and she took full advantage of again having access to one again. It was taking some getting used to, this... cohabitation with a surprisingly familiar stranger. It was a comfortable partnership, all things considered, but having someone almost constantly around was something that had begun to grate at her in increments. Caution made her venturing outside a careful affair; but they did need money, and until she could get back to her usual place of residence it was up to her and her abilities to get it ( ... )

swiftargyros October 13 2011, 04:06:38 UTC

It was a strange sensation, being able to read another when you'd known them for little more than a fortnight. Pietro had charted the expressions that danced across his parent's faces as he grew, cataloging each nuance of muscle and tilted angle until they had become like a secret language that he could decipher in an instance. That was an acquired art, the possessive right of all children to determine. But Wanda...he couldn't have recited many facts about his new companion but he understood her as intimately as he did Mama and Papa. It was disconcerting. Pietro was not the sort to believe in soulmates, no matter what the Old Ones in the gypsy camp had taught; but for the first time in the scope of his existence, he felt as though he were one of a pair of bookends and that the whirlwind of a woman marching toward him stood at the other end of the shelf ( ... )

chaosmagus October 13 2011, 04:55:14 UTC

Wanda frowned thoughtfully down at the image for a long moment, before slamming a hand on top of it. She clenched her fist, crumpling the paper (somewhere, in what passed for the living room, a lamp sparked and died with a sudden, violent pop) before she flung it off to one side. There were more. Not that she was surprised, but it angered her as much as it worried her.

“They’re дрзак, for robots. Or perhaps it’s the puppeteers behind them that are. Regardless, they seem незабринут with being seen now. Else it was just where their prey led them and the mission is more important than witnesses.” She’d found that, since spending so much time with Pietro, more and more Serbian was slipping into her speech without any sort of conscious thought behind it ( ... )

swiftargyros October 13 2011, 09:44:21 UTC

When he had first left home, his mother's favourite scarf (the one made of pale grey thread like smoke, embroidered with tiny birds in a thousand different shades of blue so that one was dizzy with the brilliance of soaring just by looking at it) wrapped carefully around a bundle of brittle photographs at the bottom of his bag, Pietro's hair had been down to his shoulders, a wispy-bright tangle of silver sea grass that curled lazily as though permanently windswept. It had always been long and pale as dust. As a boy his locks had been so blonde as to be white and Old Nan the storyteller, her gnarled limbs and nutbrown-creased skin a testimony to the many years she had worked into the soles of her tiny, twisted feet, had called him their little Norse wanderer. She'd been the first to know he was different ( ... )

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