May 14, 2015
sightofthefear
“Just RELAX, dearest brother.”
Her voice was soft as her fingers rested against his temple. Her eyes were distant as she slowly let her magic wrap about his mind, teasing him down into the recesses,
“Just let me help you.”
That was what the HYDRA men had told her she was doing. Helping him. Going in to his mind did not feel….right….
Pietro lay on his cot, tossing and turning, unable to focus on one thing, his sister’s soft voice a balm on his fevered thoughts.
“Wanda...”
He trusted her, he would always trust her, and let his eyes fall closed, welcoming her into his thoughts.
“Make it stop.”
