|| Do I post a list for who I ship with Pie, or am open to or nah?
I only ask cause yes, I'm still getting used to Rping here, not on fb, but i got introduced to some ships & connections I hadn't even thought of but now kinda love.
(Ex: SilverWidow, Pietro x Yelena. Also SilverSergeant, Pietro x Athena Grant. )
|| So, just straight up, my own anxiety to write & interact here is irritating the everloving hell out of me; so how do y'all recommend just getting over that anxiety? Ripping off the bandaid so to speak
Pietro and his sister Wanda had been in this group not that long after all this started. Pietro didn't like this group at all, they just gave him a bad feeling; to the point he's genuinely surprised his sister didn’t pick up on it.
Maybe it was the fairly fresh trauma of seeing their parents dying, turned into...𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...that wasn't human — but maybe it was because of this, that made all these red flags fly under the radar.
Pietro was laid out on the ground, a mixture of fresh and drying blood coming from a wound on his head.
As his vision begins to blur, and the edges of his world starts to go dark, the last thing he sees is his sister, 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, screaming for him, and two guys holding her back from running to him, effectively pulling her away from him.
He tries to speak...but nothing comes out.
While he does understand why they'd do that, considering the bite on his chest, Pietro tries to communicate to them; to 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, that he was okay. From his place laying on the ground, his chest pressed against the grass and dirt, his head turns to the side so he could try to make eye contact with her; stretching out his arm, fingers twitching, trying to get her to see he's okay, he's 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚.
Somehow, and he didn't know how exactly, but... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸...he was still okay!
The next thing Pietro knows is a 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 pain in the back of his head, and finally... the darkness overtakes him.
What that pain was had been one of the men in their group hitting him in the back of the head with a rock...𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
Yes, he'd been bit, but they'd left him when faced with walkers, hitting him once with a rock that left him temporarily incapacitated, and even though he'd fought back, and even made it back to their camp; he'd clearly been bit.
But he never got the chance to tell Wanda, or confront the men, before the bite had been noticed and the momentary relief he felt was gone seconds later, as he's tackled to the ground, before he can say anything.
It was this second much harder blow from the rock that'd knocked him out.
It's the pain that wakes him up, that makes him grit his teeth as he scrambles into a seated position. As his eyes scan the immediate surroundings, there's only one thought going through his head:
|| Would anyone be interested if I brought back my older oc? Marvel originally, adopted daughter of Natasha, sold from the red room to hydra, electricity manipulation.
( There's also a spn verse where she's a demigod, turned private investigator/hunter)
The bio's a bit old for her main verse — aka marvel. But if I added her with that old bio, and the basics (till I can update the older one) would anyone write with her?
I attached her muse cards below the cut if that helps?
& for the record, her name is pronounced like “Ava-Leen” or Avie
He's scared, doesn't know what's going on, doesn't know who all these people who claim to know him are; he doesn't really know himself anymore does he?
I mean at least Pietro had figured out he had super-speed – 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? – but he couldn't control it, didn't know how to turn it on or off, he didn't even know 𝘩𝘰𝘸 he had it.
Whenever he tried to remember, it was just flashes, flashes of pain and dark rooms, but there was one girl he thought might've been Wanda.
At this point, Pietro was getting overwhelmed, reaching his limit. It was all so much, and he still wasn't any closer to finding his sister who'd brought him back.
𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸.
So, yes, finding a seemingly abandoned hospital room was a godsend, even more so when his attempt at speeding into the room and effectively knocking over quite a few things didn't seem to bring any attention.
He was overwhelmed, and needed to hide; or wanted to hide at least.
He's so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he doesn't even realize there's someone else there.
