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[metalwield]

who ; Erik and Pietro
what ; Lehnsherr family reunion/kidnapping/interrogation
where ; Garden Zone 15
when ; sometime after Black Widow's arrival, and then during this.
warning(s); violence, lehnsherrs being lehnsherrs

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[checkthetapes]

Waiting was one of many things for which Pietro had no patience. So far, everything on this station had been an exercise in killing time. Even fighting with that vile sow Romanov. Deigning to communicate with the baseline humans. It was just killing time, until-

Until what?

He'd never been very good at foresight. It was one of the reasons the Brotherhood had (been neutered, and he hears that in his father's voice) ... failed. And it was one of the reasons he'd contented himself with taking orders from Fury and Rogers back home. He wasn't a leader.

And now Rogers was here, but not the one he remembered. This one was-better. Brighter. He was more than a good soldier, he was genuinely a good man

[metalwield]

The teleporters were really very convenient for laying ambushes. Erik was already wary of them, even if he had certain advantages that should have made any computerized system a non-threat, and after this little trick Quicksilver would no doubt have learned the same lesson and be much harder to catch. He had one chance to do this smoothly and efficiently and without violence

[checkthetapes]

The wonderful thing about having the metabolism of someone whose heart beat twenty-eight times a second was that unconsciousness didn't last.

It was also the awful thing about it.

Because when Pietro jerked awake, he immediately wished he hadn't. He couldn't move, and that was the first thing to incite real panic, more than just waking up in a strange place. He'd done that enough for it to come as no surprise. But being immobilized-

No.

He tried to keep his breathing shallow. To assess the situation. His first thought was Romanov. It would be so like that irredeemable whore to mastermind something like this-

His second, once he realized the fact that he was bound with metal, to a metal chair--

His blood suddenly had all the makings of ice water in his veins.

"Magneto."

The word was hoarse, choked, but it fell just short of being genuinely terrified. Wanda wasn't here. She wasn't here and that made her safe and if Magneto-if his father had him, that meant that he knew everything and that this was going to be painful but Wanda

[metalwield]

That name again.

Erik frowned despite himself, a familiar surge of irritation rising. To him it was still a childishly affectionate nickname, something Raven had come up in that too-brief time Before Shaw had introduced them all to death and terror and betrayal. To hear it used as a name, a title, was associating it with all the awful prospects of his future. The name ‘Magneto’ must remind Charles of his paralysis, of Shaw’s death, of losing Raven.

Magneto was someone Erik didn’t know, and had already started to despise. He might as well have called himself after Shaw.

At least it confirmed something. This mutant did know him, enough to accurately single him out from a list of potential captors. The shackles were probably a dead giveaway to anyone who knew what they were looking for, given that they had no locks or seams.

“You don’t sound very surprised.” He kept his voice mild, quelling the urge to snap that he didn’t answer to that name.