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prompt #160 - trump card - Right Again - sparklybee - Marvel Comics (Ultimate Universe)
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Title: Right Again
Characters: Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
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tamingthemuse 160 trump card
Word Count: 1007
Rating: PG
Summary: The events after Quicksilver is shot in the kneecaps by his father, Magneto.
Author's Note: This takes place in the Ultimate Universe, so beware - there is incest (and it's canon, too). Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cherie_morte, for although she is my mortal enemy, she does not seem to think I need a straight jacket for shipping this pairing. ;)
In the confusion afterward, all Wanda can hear is someone screaming as she cradles her brother’s head on her lap. Pietro – always trying so hard to keep his pain hidden, always trying to be stoic – gazes up at her, his blue eyes slightly unfocused, and mumbles something about how she’ll ruin her voice if she doesn’t stop with the hysterics. It’s only then that Wanda realizes she has been the one screaming the entire time.
“Don’t worry, darling. It could have been worse.” Pietro’s lips twist into a tight smile, and he looks so much like their father for an instant that she can’t stop the wave of pure revulsion choking her. “Dad could have aimed for my head.” And then, mercifully, he passes out before Janet rips his pants so she can better examine his wounded knees.
His knees. Of all the places Father could have targeted, he’d deliberately chosen the spot that could harm his son the most. Pietro needs them, needs to be able to run. Wanda understands that, and their father does too, even if the doctors in the medical ward don’t, with all of their talk about physical therapy and surgeries. She doesn’t know what will happen to her brother if he’s permanently crippled; she doesn’t even want to consider the possibility, and yet that is all she's thinking about as she surveys the machines hooked up to her brother’s still form. Wanda hasn’t been this afraid in a long time.
Resting her hand on her brother’s chest, Wanda can feel his heart beating beneath her palm. Usually it’s so fast that all she can discern is a gentle flutter, but the drugs being pumped into him must be slowing his systems down. She remembers all of the times Pietro had comforted her when they were children, how she would crawl into his lap and listen to his heart thud against her cheek, how he always swore that he’d do everything in his power to protect her. Even now, she never feels as safe as she does when he wraps his arms around her shoulders.
And she had just stood by and watched him get shot tonight.
He won’t blame her; that’s not how Pietro works. Her brother understands the sway their father holds over them, even now, and how it had been impossible for her to stand up to him, much less stop him. But still, she can almost taste the bitter guilt roiling in her stomach. She should have done something.
Now all she can do is keep a vigil beside her brother’s bedside.
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The couch in the room is small and uncomfortable, but somehow Wanda manages to sleep for a few hours. She’s awakened by Pietro calling out for her, and she stumbles towards him in the dark, guided only by his voice and the faint glow of the various machines surrounding him.
“Where are we?” he grunts as she rubs her eyes, his words slurred and heavily accented.
“The medical bay of the Triskelion. Do you remember what happened, dear?” Now that her eyes are adjusting to the lack of light, she can see the familiar white shock of his hair, standing on end as always. She tries to smooth it down, but a few of the long strands insist upon sticking up in spite of her ministrations.
“Father paid us a visit.” Pietro lapses into their native German, but he doesn’t seem to notice that he’s switched languages. “I can’t feel…things. My hands?” He lifts one as if to examine it, nearly poking himself in the eye.
Wanda takes his hand and squeezes it as tightly as she can. “It’s just the drugs, Pietro. You’ll be fine, darling.”
“He’s crippled me. His own son. His only son. And he shot me in the knees, Wanda. What if I can’t…” The thought is obviously as unbearable to Pietro as it is to her; his words trail off into the darkness.
“Oh Pietro, don’t even think of it. You aren’t crippled, dear. You’ll heal from this in no time. I’m sure of it.” She silently prays that she isn’t lying to her twin.
He doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t need to, because she can feel the waves of anxiety and fear radiating from him. It’s time to play her trump card, whisper the little words that always get him to push past his overcautious nature and act on pure, raw emotion.
“You have to get better, Brother. The Ultimates want me to work for them permanently, but I can’t do that without you by my side, darling. And if they aren’t on our side, we’re all alone, with no friends at all, and what will happen to us then?” She can see his jaw tensing at her words, and she smiles softly before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “To me?”
He grips her forearm when she starts to straighten, turning his head so he can better look at her. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Wanda.”
“But Dad hurt me tonight, Pietro. Making me watch while he hurt you, unable to help…” The words catch in her throat, and the tears filling her eyes aren’t part of an act. “I was so afraid that I’d lose you, darling. You’re all I have.” Wanda kisses him again, this time her lips brushing against his, and she can feel her tears slipping down her cheeks as Pietro winds his fingers in her hair.
“You’ll never lose me,” her brother murmurs when she at last pulls away. “Nothing will ever separate us, Wanda. I promise.” She can hear the determination in his voice as he speaks. “And Father will regret what he’s done tonight.”
She doesn’t really care about revenge, but if rage towards their father is what fuels him to get better, she won’t complain; she’ll even fan the flames, if necessary. All she wants is her brother out of this hospital bed and by her side; once that happens, everything will be right in Wanda’s world again.
also posted here and towritingbug.
[week 29]
Title: Right Again
Characters: Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Prompt:
tamingthemuse 160 trump cardWord Count: 1007
Rating: PG
Summary: The events after Quicksilver is shot in the kneecaps by his father, Magneto.
Author's Note: This takes place in the Ultimate Universe, so beware - there is incest (and it's canon, too). Thanks to
cherie_morte, for although she is my mortal enemy, she does not seem to think I need a straight jacket for shipping this pairing. ;)In the confusion afterward, all Wanda can hear is someone screaming as she cradles her brother’s head on her lap. Pietro – always trying so hard to keep his pain hidden, always trying to be stoic – gazes up at her, his blue eyes slightly unfocused, and mumbles something about how she’ll ruin her voice if she doesn’t stop with the hysterics. It’s only then that Wanda realizes she has been the one screaming the entire time.
“Don’t worry, darling. It could have been worse.” Pietro’s lips twist into a tight smile, and he looks so much like their father for an instant that she can’t stop the wave of pure revulsion choking her. “Dad could have aimed for my head.” And then, mercifully, he passes out before Janet rips his pants so she can better examine his wounded knees.
His knees. Of all the places Father could have targeted, he’d deliberately chosen the spot that could harm his son the most. Pietro needs them, needs to be able to run. Wanda understands that, and their father does too, even if the doctors in the medical ward don’t, with all of their talk about physical therapy and surgeries. She doesn’t know what will happen to her brother if he’s permanently crippled; she doesn’t even want to consider the possibility, and yet that is all she's thinking about as she surveys the machines hooked up to her brother’s still form. Wanda hasn’t been this afraid in a long time.
Resting her hand on her brother’s chest, Wanda can feel his heart beating beneath her palm. Usually it’s so fast that all she can discern is a gentle flutter, but the drugs being pumped into him must be slowing his systems down. She remembers all of the times Pietro had comforted her when they were children, how she would crawl into his lap and listen to his heart thud against her cheek, how he always swore that he’d do everything in his power to protect her. Even now, she never feels as safe as she does when he wraps his arms around her shoulders.
And she had just stood by and watched him get shot tonight.
He won’t blame her; that’s not how Pietro works. Her brother understands the sway their father holds over them, even now, and how it had been impossible for her to stand up to him, much less stop him. But still, she can almost taste the bitter guilt roiling in her stomach. She should have done something.
Now all she can do is keep a vigil beside her brother’s bedside.
----------
The couch in the room is small and uncomfortable, but somehow Wanda manages to sleep for a few hours. She’s awakened by Pietro calling out for her, and she stumbles towards him in the dark, guided only by his voice and the faint glow of the various machines surrounding him.
“Where are we?” he grunts as she rubs her eyes, his words slurred and heavily accented.
“The medical bay of the Triskelion. Do you remember what happened, dear?” Now that her eyes are adjusting to the lack of light, she can see the familiar white shock of his hair, standing on end as always. She tries to smooth it down, but a few of the long strands insist upon sticking up in spite of her ministrations.
“Father paid us a visit.” Pietro lapses into their native German, but he doesn’t seem to notice that he’s switched languages. “I can’t feel…things. My hands?” He lifts one as if to examine it, nearly poking himself in the eye.
Wanda takes his hand and squeezes it as tightly as she can. “It’s just the drugs, Pietro. You’ll be fine, darling.”
“He’s crippled me. His own son. His only son. And he shot me in the knees, Wanda. What if I can’t…” The thought is obviously as unbearable to Pietro as it is to her; his words trail off into the darkness.
“Oh Pietro, don’t even think of it. You aren’t crippled, dear. You’ll heal from this in no time. I’m sure of it.” She silently prays that she isn’t lying to her twin.
He doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t need to, because she can feel the waves of anxiety and fear radiating from him. It’s time to play her trump card, whisper the little words that always get him to push past his overcautious nature and act on pure, raw emotion.
“You have to get better, Brother. The Ultimates want me to work for them permanently, but I can’t do that without you by my side, darling. And if they aren’t on our side, we’re all alone, with no friends at all, and what will happen to us then?” She can see his jaw tensing at her words, and she smiles softly before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “To me?”
He grips her forearm when she starts to straighten, turning his head so he can better look at her. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Wanda.”
“But Dad hurt me tonight, Pietro. Making me watch while he hurt you, unable to help…” The words catch in her throat, and the tears filling her eyes aren’t part of an act. “I was so afraid that I’d lose you, darling. You’re all I have.” Wanda kisses him again, this time her lips brushing against his, and she can feel her tears slipping down her cheeks as Pietro winds his fingers in her hair.
“You’ll never lose me,” her brother murmurs when she at last pulls away. “Nothing will ever separate us, Wanda. I promise.” She can hear the determination in his voice as he speaks. “And Father will regret what he’s done tonight.”
She doesn’t really care about revenge, but if rage towards their father is what fuels him to get better, she won’t complain; she’ll even fan the flames, if necessary. All she wants is her brother out of this hospital bed and by her side; once that happens, everything will be right in Wanda’s world again.
also posted here and to
writingbug.[week 29]