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She stumbled backwards, losing her footing. An elbow knocked something over as she struggled to simply breathe. It was Pietro. But it WASN’T Pietro. His words seemed to be both a helpful tip and a threat wrapped all into one. It scared her. “What’s wrong with you, Pietro?” Why was he acting like this? Why was he like this? “You don’t even know who I am.” she whispered though her voice cracked, Wanda forcing herself to choke back a sob. It didn’t help.
Pietro felt an urge to go and help the girl, wanting to protect her. He ignored it, but felt guilty about it. “Why do you know my name?” His voice came out shakey. She shouldn’t know who he was, his identity was supposed to be hidden. The Service had promised him he would be kept a secret so no mutants would come after him. If she knew his name, she might know his power. “No, I don’t know who you are. It’s better that I don’t.









