If You Are Wasting Our Time...

All we'll ever need is each other. Absolutely, that's true, my dear brother. But if you'd stop being so cynical for one second and take this chance with me, we might finally find ourselves a place where we belong. With the Avengers. (Closed Blog for West Coast Avengers RP)

[sokols]

she’s so fkn done

[thefeelswillkillme-deactivated2]

[thescarletsokovian]

Yeah, you tell’im, girl. 

[thefeelswillkillme-deactivated2]

[thescarletsokovian]

I am ashamed that I only now realized the magic literally went through her. 

[weaponofthemind-deactivated2016]

Options || Xavier & The Maximoffs

[thescarletsokovian]

weaponofthemind:

Entering the Avengers tower was such a different experience than just strolling into the Stark Tower, it actually catches Charles off guard at first.

First of all, the warmth of Miss Potts lovely voice and polite manner was completely absent. He strolled in to a place filled with people who, where up to his general knowledge, did not want him here. He was on friendly terms with Barton, Romanoff gave of a polite air edged with the right amount of ice to her words and Anthony was not available at the moment to be of a support beam.

So Charles came in blind.

The Russian spy had not lied, and accommodations for him had been made. He made it around the facilities in ease, from the wheelchair accessibility to the gentle visual aid he had been offered before coming into the place, yet… He was about to deal with two people who would grow into a defensive stance so strong, it would put the school’s most brash teenager to shame.

He cleared his throat. Charles was a professor, he has dealt with resistant young people all his life, most of them with extraordinary gifts as well, why might these two be any different?

His instructions had been to wait at the living room-type of room, so it seemed more of a greeting than an examination, a nasty titled to which Charles had objected to but nevertheless he had to abide to, so he patiently waited, staring at the door, waiting for it to open.

Hoping this would go smoother than he anticipates that it will.

likesilverandblue

Pietro had interrogated the few people he trusted trying to find out what he could about Charles Xavier. He’d had F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull research for him though he wasn’t entirely sure he trusted the AI, for all it had been nothing but helpful to he and Wanda. What the AI found however was consistent with the things he’d learned from others so he supposed this was as good of a chance as any.

The fact that things were so easy to arrange put Pietro on edge. Granted anything to do with this stranger would have put him on edge. Apparently Romanoff had already seen to making arrangements for Xavier’s arrival. Any other time he might have been grateful but given the tone of their last encounter he wasn’t entirely inclined to feel anything but contempt for the Russian.

When they were notified of Xavier’s arrival Pietro led the way to the meeting room with Wanda at his side. He stepped in first as though he stood a chance of protecting her against the rumored ‘world’s most powerful telepath’. Still he held an arm out to caution her. When he saw the man whose face he recognized he nodded.

“You came.” He said, not hiding the surprise in his voice. 

She had not slept the night before. Rather than being haunted with the memories of the past, this time, Wanda was haunted by the anticipation of the future. Fear worked in strange ways; at the end of the day, she was still human, and uncertainty frightened her.

The young woman had wrapped the thin fabric of the dark red scarf around her tightly that day, as if somehow, it could form as a barrier to what was soon to come. A million questions crossed her mind, but she was as blind as he. Every man showed himself sooner or later, and it was not through words and numbers written down on paper. Though Wanda feared that it might be later, and by then, it would have been too late.

Trust never did come easily. By his side, the sister made no attempt to quicken her steps to match his pace, coming to a slowed pause by her brother’s side when his arm blocked her path. By then, those brown eyes were trained upon the elderly man sat gingerly in the wheelchair, whose expression was certainly meant as welcoming.

She did not feel welcomed. Instead, the thought of a telepath made the young woman felt threatened in her own home - if this could be called it.

So silently, she observed. Not a word, not a breath, but only that haunting gaze which seemingly saw past him.

[hawkeye616]

I Can't Miss (Clint and Wanda)

[thescarletsokovian]

hawkeye616:

He’d been the only one to stop her from getting into his mind, but what good was that if she could do just as much damage from outside it? And now she’s asking ‘why’? Because as a prank, as whim she could take away everything he knew about himself. Because she was bored. “Because you crossed a fucking line!” She had shaken the very foundation of his being and while he was still standing at the end of it, he was feeling shaky about his own structural integrity. For an instant, she had taken away everything. Destroyed a lifetime of work. 

“Please, just go.” His voice was quieter now, but no less distressed. 

Stubbornness ran in their blood, and sometimes, for all the wrong reasons. She was not easily frightened, but more so because this was Clint. Clint who was a mess of a person, but who carried enough bravery to step into a battle he should not have been in. He was the single person that would not let her into his head, willingly or not, but gave them enough trust to keep their secret. He was a man that would never hurt her, and in that, she held trust. Trust was hard to come by for them.

“Why?” The single word was whispered again in question, not to annoy him, but to pry with words what she could not reach with her enhancements. He would scream at her, but the brunette would not stir. She would at least offer him that much trust.

So strangely she contrasted his demeanor. That haunting look of daze became her signature look. “What did I do?” The words were spoken slowly, so different in comparison to her brother’s quick demeanor. It was one arrow, one target, and yet, enough to stir and wreak havoc through even him. The more he shut her out, the more she wanted to know.

It was about time they grew out of that naivety.

[thescarletsokovian]

Of Magic and Miracles ll Maximoffs & Laufeyson

[mischief-is-my-nature]

thescarletsokovian:

“Pietro!” He was her rash counterpart - the one that would step closer to danger rather than run away from it. How shedespisedthat bravery of his at times like this, because in that single moment when the green magic snaked between the man’s fingers, she had felt its immense power. Control. That was what he had. To be able to condense that much power into as controlled a form as his, that was what frightened her.

That fear leaked through the link when her brother stepped forward, closer to the imminent source of danger. The scarlet magic had dissipated as quickly as it came, but her fingers remained crossed against each other in front of her waist, as if daring the man to make another move.

Wanda was unsure if she actually managed to stop him or if he was simply humoring her.

“You can speak without moving,” If they had started this, then they were going to end it. “Step back,” Two different conversations went on. “He’s dangerous.” And at it, eerily controlled. The barrier around his mind was as strong as ever, and each time she tried tapping into that presence, it was like pushing against a steel wall. Nothing. With every second that passes, the sister feels more like the man was simply humoring them.

likesilverandblue:

The stranger’s words were patronizing and made Pietro that much more irritable but even so, his words made sense. They could not demand an answer and attack before he could give it. Of course Pietro was ready to attack anyway. There was no reason to trust this stranger. Even if Loki had not given them a direct threat, he talked of harm to come to them, to come to his sister and Pietro would not abide by that. Not ever.

Wanda’s tone was laced with unease. Fear even. He didn’t like that and that alone made him bristle but she seemed so adamant about the need for him to step back … And so he did. He let go of a slow breath and sighed, stepping back from the stranger and folding his arms over his chest.

“Speak.” He said flatly, standing right beside Wanda.

“You can speak without moving.” If Loki had wanted, he could have made a comment about the comical meaning of that sentence. You can’t speak without moving your lips except if you are one: a telepath, or two: a ventriloquist. Of course he could use his powers to send telepathic messages but it seemed like a waste of energy and time now since these two were clearly on their toes. Almost ready to fall. Maybe they could stand a little longer.

“Like I said,” he slowly started, looking at the two who now stood side by side. “There are others who are curious about your abilities and interested in the scepter, and I’m not speaking of normal scientist of Earth or any kind of robots that have been created here. What I am talking about is a completely different kind of enemy than Ultron was.” Oh how different indeed it would be. 

One breath in, one breath out, then Loki continued, keeping his voice calm and steady. “Mostly their interest is in the scepter but because your… abilities came from it, it’d not be a wonder that their interest would be focused on you as well.” It would be so much easier if he was sure that they would not look for these two, but unfortunately he couldn’t be sure. Not now. That’s why he needed to play his cards right and like this. Because he had some unfinished business with that unnamed person and his minions.

And for the hundredth time Loki added: “I’m not here to threaten, merely to warn you.” Though these two would probably still do their own conclusions rather than believe his word. Oh well, it was quite familiar to him anyway so it didn’t surprise him at all. 

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

The stranger’s words were patronizing and made Pietro that much more irritable but even so, his words made sense. They could not demand an answer and attack before he could give it. Of course Pietro was ready to attack anyway. There was no reason to trust this stranger. Even if Loki had not given them a direct threat, he talked of harm to come to them, to come to his sister and Pietro would not abide by that. Not ever.

Wanda’s tone was laced with unease. Fear even. He didn’t like that and that alone made him bristle but she seemed so adamant about the need for him to step back … And so he did. He let go of a slow breath and sighed, stepping back from the stranger and folding his arms over his chest.

“Speak.” He said flatly, standing right beside Wanda.

mischief-is-my-nature:

“You can speak without moving.” If Loki had wanted, he could have made a comment about the comical meaning of that sentence. You can’t speak without moving your lips except if you are one: a telepath, or two: a ventriloquist. Of course he could use his powers to send telepathic messages but it seemed like a waste of energy and time now since these two were clearly on their toes. Almost ready to fall. Maybe they could stand a little longer.

“Like I said,” he slowly started, looking at the two who now stood side by side. “There are others who are curious about your abilities and interested in the scepter, and I’m not speaking of normal scientist of Earth or any kind of robots that have been created here. What I am talking about is a completely different kind of enemy than Ultron was.” Oh how different indeed it would be.

One breath in, one breath out, then Loki continued, keeping his voice calm and steady. “Mostly their interest is in the scepter but because your… abilities came from it, it’d not be a wonder that their interest would be focused on you as well.” It would be so much easier if he was sure that they would not look for these two, but unfortunately he couldn’t be sure. Not now. That’s why he needed to play his cards right and like this. Because he had some unfinished business with that unnamed person and his minions.

And for the hundredth time Loki added: “I’m not here to threaten, merely to warn you.” Though these two would probably still do their own conclusions rather than believe his word. Oh well, it was quite familiar to him anyway so it didn’t surprise him at all.

He spoke in riddles. Some hid themselves behind shields, others behind words. She never did have patience for the latter, but no matter how hard she tried, it was like slamming into a wall. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed, and his words became background noise. Why? So many questions, and yet, as hard as he might try, he was not giving the answers they wanted to hear.

It was easier to blame it on him. Nothing except the sister’s mind stirred at Pietro’s presence beside her. He was in a better position for her to shield him if necessary. Everything about this man set her on the edge.

“And we are to believe you are simply a good Samaritan in telling us?” Everything could be done with the best or worst of intentions, only to end in dust. Though she doubted his intentions, and for all the right reasons. ‘I can’t tell if he’s lying.’ Her own frustration seeped through the link, knowing what little choice they had even when they held the cards.

[thescarletsokovian]

Shattered Memory, Haunting Recognition ll Howlett & Maximoff

[thescarletsokovian]

The tour was a waste of time.

Natasha’d asked him to come. And it was good, really. Impressive. All shiny new floors and glass walls. But he didn’t need to see conference rooms or science labs. And if there was something he needed to see, well. That wouldn’t be part of the tour.

Bored, he wandered back to the training rooms. Maybe he’d run into Clint. Or Steve. Hadn’t seen him in a while. Hell, even LeBeau was hangin’ around here somewhere. But they weren’t on the other side of the glass. She stood alone, back to him, surrounded by floating objects.

Jean. She was alive.

Relief. Anger. Guilt. There she was in the middle of that scarlet haze; in fire. He felt her blood on his hands.

No. Jean was gone. He’d seen to that himself. There’d be no changing that.

He looked again. No. Not Jean. She was younger, less experienced. And she had just seen him.

Normality was relative. While none would claim that the appearance of the stranger with the rigid gaze and posture was normal, she saw something else. Not with her eyes, but with those senses that seemingly caught on fire. She saw not the strange physique of the man nor the haunted look he carried with him, but the flame that burnt with overwhelming emotions.

It poured onto her like boiling water. Against her ears, long fingers moved to hover over them as to block out the inaudible flames that poured from the man. They curled like claws, easing without success the migraine that eased its way into her brain.

Wanda was never a people person, but she often had her reasons for disliking others. With him, there was no reason except for the inordinate sense of wrongness. It was his mere presence or even existence.

Brown eyes closing for a second to gather her sanity before they refocused on him, and this time, the flames eased ever so slightly. “Who are you?” There was no friendliness in her voice; there laid a sense of hostility that should be wrought on by years of aggression, but this was directed toward a stranger. Somehow, even the who in her question seemingly bordered what.

She was never the aggressive sibling, but this, nothing about this was normal.

[thescarletsokovian]

Catch Me If You Can ll Maximoff and Wilson

[thescarletsokovian]

Lovemethemcoconuts:

Sam had never been one to think things through before acting. He would get an idea, get really excited about it and then just kind of ‘go with it.’ In retrospect, he realized that way of thinking had never really done anything but get him into trouble.

So he couldn’t say he was all that surprised when he felt Wanda smash into him. Should have shown her how to brake. He would have laughed if all the air was currently being forced out of his lungs.

It was when he watched the magical mist steer the metal that he remembered the one other split second decision that ended well. He had decided to challenge Captain America. His pride had almost gotten him killed but in the end he had found the best friend he’d ever had.

Watching the mist now, felt like shaking Steve’s hand that first time. It felt like he had made a good decision, though he was not quite as confident as he landed on the ground.

“Well, that was unpleasant.” he took a deep breath attempting to return the air to his lungs. What made it more difficult was that he was beside himself with excitement; hence the laughter could be heard throughout the training room. “Better than my first landing though.” he smiled as he stood up. “I smashed into a tree and broke my hand.” he shrugged as his laughter turned into coughing. “Guess, I should have taught you how to stop, first. That’s kinda the most important thing, huh?” he joked lightly.

He rubbed his ribs gingerly as he stared at Wanda, attempting to judge if what he had seen was correct. “Did you just…?” he trailed as a sudden panic took hold of him, “You’re not hurt are you?” he instinctively looked around to make sure her brother was nowhere in sight. He then looked back at her, genuine concern in his eyes.

Excitement had a way of overshadowing pain. A tight and numbing pain eased with each quickened breath she took, but the pain completely escaped her senses. With the rise and fall of her chests, the wide-look in those usually blank eyes, and the gentle tug against her lips as the breaths escaped her lips, the young woman looked as if she had just witnessed the beginning of the universe. 

By then, the pack felt lighter against her shoulders. Though when she moved her shoulders as to slide it off, it fell against the ground with a sharp clink. “I don’t know,” It almost felt like... Gliding. Only, the English word never came to her. The only thing that was certain was the satisfying adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

The faint shake of her head was overshadowed by the gleam in her eyes, and with each quickened breath that escaped her throat, the flush of her cheeks accompanied the smile plastered across her expression. If there was pain, the exhilaration canceled it out. “It felt...” Right. So many times, magic acts with a life of its own, but this was not destruction. It was... “Balanced.” 

Like in that second, the chaos in the world found a certain balance. 

[likesilverandblue-blog]

A Gift | The Maximoffs

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

Pietro rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. He knew she was stalling, and he knew that she was also taking her time because she knew a slower pace agitated him. In spite of their relationship with one another they were still very much brother and sister and neither were above the teasing and taunting of normal siblings. He got up and in the blink of an eye was at her side, his hand in hers.

“I know it doesn’t take you that long to get ready.” He countered. He himself hadn’t put much effort in to it. He was dressed in his usual attire - some kind of compression shirt, some form of athletic pants, tennis shoes. It was predictable but it was comfortable and he cared far more about the latter.

“It’ll be fine.” He promised her knowing some of her hesitation was nerves and not just the desire to irritate her brother.

The grip around his hand closed when the warmth of it was found in hers; they had done this a thousand times and more. “Guilty,” He saw right through her. Sometimes she wished he did not, but how hypocritical and selfish that thought was. 

Wanda could not lie and claim that she did not want the kitten. Those days when her gaze would trail after the lone kitten pouncing through the living room after Remy, or those days when she would move aside to allow the unfamiliar black cat to pass by. A pet was a luxury they never did afford to have, but now... “As long as we’re together.” She voiced after him, and how many times they had said this. Whether it was to assure him or herself, Wanda no longer knew. 

So one more time, they would do this together. The thought of a tiny life wrapped in her arms... Perhaps she would nurture instead of destroy, for once. “Don’t get jealous of the cat now.” A light pull was given against his hand when the heavy atmosphere eased as the playful smile played at her lips. 

[likesilverandblue-blog]

A Gift | The Maximoffs

Since their argument in the conference room with Rogers and with Romanoff, things had been tense for the twins. They each coped in their own way. For Pietro, he ran and trained more than was normal. He spent time at Wanda’s side in silence, taking in her presence. He was finding out what he could, waiting to reach out to the Professor. 

Waiting was difficult though, and it was something Pietro had never and would never be good at. 

So when he went to Wanda that afternoon, he was determined to help lighten things for her. He hated seeing his sister with such a heavy heart. She deserved for things to be easier, especially with all they’d been through before. Convincing her earlier to come with him to the shelter had been a chore but now that she was on board he could only hope she was excited. 

He paced their room as he watched her get ready to go. “Come on.” He said impatiently, flopping back against the bed. 

[thescarletsokovian]

The long, deep red scarf was draped over her shoulders, falling to rest against her left side. It kept the chilliness off of her shoulders and set nicely against the dark dress. The temperature outside of the doors was warmer than it was indoors, but Wanda was well-aware that she was intentionally taking her time. 

As sure as he was, she remained to be unsure of the entire ordeal. 

Though Wanda knew she could not stall forever. After repetitive requests for her to hurry, the most recent one accompanied by the creak of the bed crossed the boundaries of impatience. “Keep insisting and I’ll take longer,” No matter what she would say or how much she objects his surprise, the sister too longed for a pet. 

As terrifying as it might be, this could be a good thing. Or it could end terribly. Those eyes blinked away the toxic thoughts, pushing them into the deeper confines of her mind. When they rose once again, she focused her gaze on him, and in those irises that usually held the hauntingly dull gaze, excitement stirred in the darkness. “Come,” Her hand rose, half beckoning toward him and half reaching for the hand that should appear beside hers in the blink of an eye. 

[thescarletsokovian]

Of Magic and Miracles ll Maximoffs & Laufeyson

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

Unlike his sister, Pietro was less cautious. The flash of green from Loki’s palms did not phase him. How often had he seen the same maneuver from his own sister in scarlet? As if to echo his thoughts she shared that scarlet glow to mirror the emerald in the air. If that was his power he had no fear. Wanda could match him.

He could not, a small voice reminded him and Pietro felt oddly out of place. However, he pushed aside those nerves and very nearly puffed out his chest in a grandiose show of bravado. “So you do magic tricks. Big deal.” He scoffed. “We’ve seen plenty of that.”

Again he stepped closer to Loki. “What I want to know is why you saw fit to approach two strangers and threaten us.” He growled, unafraid to shove Loki in to the wall with his speed again if he had to. He didn’t have patience for the word games. He didn’t care. He wanted to know who this was, what he was and why the hell he felt he had the right to make threats around Wanda.

mischief-is-my-nature:

Something was bound to happen the moment when the magical green glow was released, and Loki knew that. What he did not know, was what it would really be? Would the sister attack and try to stop him with her own powers, or would the stubborn young man throw him against the wall? Possibilities, possibilities.

What then did happen, was the scarlet glow, a different kind of magic, that shot forward and surrounded his wrist, tightening and putting pressure on the hand as if to force it down. A soundless sigh left Loki’s lips and he pulled his magic back, lowering his hand as well as the glow vanished. “You ask me questions yet you attack the moment I give you answers,” he replied neutrally, posture relaxed like nothing had happened.

Turning his attention more to Pietro, he tilted his head. “If you are going to do something funny again after I give you the answer, I won’t say a thing.” Patience, that’s what they needed here. “So, how will it be?”

“Pietro!” He was her rash counterpart - the one that would step closer to danger rather than run away from it. How she despised that bravery of his at times like this, because in that single moment when the green magic snaked between the man’s fingers, she had felt its immense power. Control. That was what he had. To be able to condense that much power into as controlled a form as his, that was what frightened her. 

That fear leaked through the link when her brother stepped forward, closer to the imminent source of danger. The scarlet magic had dissipated as quickly as it came, but her fingers remained crossed against each other in front of her waist, as if daring the man to make another move. 

Wanda was unsure if she actually managed to stop him or if he was simply humoring her. 

“You can speak without moving,” If they had started this, then they were going to end it. “Step back,” Two different conversations went on. “He’s dangerous.” And at it, eerily controlled. The barrier around his mind was as strong as ever, and each time she tried tapping into that presence, it was like pushing against a steel wall. Nothing. With every second that passes, the sister feels more like the man was simply humoring them. 

[likesilverandblue-blog]

The Worst Kind of Noise | Maximoff & Frost

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

Pietro didn’t answer Emma. He didn’t want to give her reason to have to further investigate … and then he heard Wanda’s voice in his mind, vicious and anxious and he knew there was no keeping her out of this. “Sora-” He began but he knew better. He would be no better were this his area of expertise. He could keep up with her and the other telepath no better than she could were he against someone else with his speed.

“You should leave.” He said flatly. He was less concerned for her safety and more concerned about Wanda. He didn’t want her involved in something, upset and stressed out when this could be avoided. The strange woman had tried to act friendly. Or at least she had pretended to be so.

perfectinallthings:

Emma’s curiosity was replaced by anger. She was not one to enjoy being told what to do; especially by two people at the same time; especially by children. She was no longer intent on playing nice. She had been nothing but polite to both of them and they both responded with unnecessary rudeness. Her eyes grew cold as she stared at Pietro.

She was done playing the guessing game. She had rested enough. She opened up her mind once again to the racing thoughts spinning around his head. This time, she was prepared and she was pissed. Due to this, she was able to sort through his thoughts to find her prize. She found their link and screamed into it. At this point she wanted to ensure they would both hear every word. LISTEN UP CHILDREN. I AM DONE PLAYING YOUR LITTLE GAME. I’VE TOLD YOU BOTH I MEAN YOU NO HARM BUT DO NOT PRESUME THAT MEANS YOU CAN SPEAK TO ME IN SUCH A MANNER.

Emma generally didn’t care enough to get all worked up with every little thing but she couldn’t stand rudeness. She had become far more diplomatic over the years but she hadn’t been named ‘The White Queen of the Hellfire Club’ for no reason (her temper was legendary). I WAS ATTEMPTING TO BE KIND BUT DO NOT TAKE MY KINDNESS AS WEAKNESS. IF YOU INSIST ON FIGHTING ME, THAT WILL NOT END WELL FOR EITHER OF YOU.

The world had long grown too loud and chaotic for her. Years ago, it had taken all of the young woman’s will not to allow reality to overwhelm her. Strucker had said they held the strongest of wills, and with that will, Wanda had lowered the voices around her.

It all came back to her at once, with that one single force that pushed itself between their personal link. She had paused then, as if physically pulled to a stop.

Then it began. The screams enhanced above the physical reality, enveloping her world. The sister’s lips opened in a silent scream, the words that were screamed into their link were not even heeded, only its shattering sound. Her hands rose to her ears, as if to block out the voice that rose with each word.

Stop. She was unsure if her own voice was drowned out in the shrieks. “Shut up,” The demand came out in a muffled murmur from her lips. In the three feet radius that surrounded her, the ground seemingly began to disintegrate against itself in the red mist that rose from the ground like a fire. “Shut up!” The marble ground cracked as the laces of scarlet surged through the cracks.

[jason-todds]

[likesilverandblue-blog]

The Worst Kind of Noise | Maximoff & Frost

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

The woman had know qualms about showing her brazen ease over poking around in Pietro’s head. At once she was trying to pry in to him and already gathered so much information from a few simple glances. He shuddered. What else had she learned? What else could she learned? He tried to keep his thoughts at a frantic pace, trying to make it impossible.

His thoughts always returned to his sister.

He bristled then. “Stark is not capable of something like this.” He spat, not returning her curiosity so kindly. She was beautiful but he knew immediately that she was dangerous. “I am nothing but -” His voice trailed off and then he heard her. Heard her plea in the back of his mind.

Another telepath, my sora. He thought quickly. She read me before I knew what she was. Please stay back … He pleaded mentally lest Wanda come outside and get herself hurt.

perfectinallthings:

Emma watched the boy in front of her curiously. There could only be one reason someone would stop mid sentence like that. “Are you…” she glanced about and noted that no one else was there then rephrased her question. “Who are you talking to?” The only explanation for his sudden rude behavior was that he was familiar with telepaths.

Her eyes were more pointed now. She didn’t like being kept out of the loop. It definitely didn’t help her trust issues. She wasn’t stupid enough to attempt reading his mind again just yet but she did open her mind to any other passing thoughts that may be nearby.

There’s no way Stark could make a telepath. Perhaps these are the recently popular InHumans? she thought to herself.She could faintly hear a voice but it was very distant and there were a lot of other sounds in her way. She frowned as she pressed harder. I mean you no harm.she called out to the voice. It was true, Emma had always thought higher of mutant kind but she felt a special solidarity with other telepaths. After all, that was the only reason she had ever been able to tolerate Charles Xavier and his feelings.

The world had already grown too heavy for her. She needed not another - no, no more - to weigh into her mind, into his mind. Tap. Tap. Tap. Her fingers drummed against her temples, eyes clenched as to focus on that one single voice - the only voice she ever cared for. 

Telepath. Her eyes snapped open, only to be met with the glaring silver of the elevator doors. She. The silvery reflection enhanced the scarlet flame that burned with anger. No. It was far worse than she had earlier believed. “Impossible.” Even the anger radiated through that single word of dissent. “Pietro, you stay b-” Her breath caught in her throat. The only physical sound that could be heard was the rapid drumming of her heartbeat and the faint beep of the elevator as the door opened on the ground floor. 

But she heard another voice. That one single voice projected into her head. It was loud, speaking above all physical sounds. That one single thread which shone above all others, even her brother’s. “Miss Maximoff,” Even the A.I.’s voice faded into the background. “You have arrived on the ground floor.” The puddle of water had gathered by her feet then. Though for another second, she made no motion to step from the elevator. 

Harm. How dare this woman speak of no harm. “No,” She knew not if the owner of that projected thought could hear the single, haunting word, but at that point, Wanda could no longer care. From the elevator, her feet had carried her, as if on instinct. Either she followed the familiar thread of her brother’s presence or the foreign but powerful thread of the female telepath. “You step away from my brother.” 

[thescarletsokovian]

Of Magic and Miracles ll Maximoffs & Laufeyson

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

For the moment, Pietro let Wanda steer the conversation. She was better with words than he was and honestly he just wanted to beat the man senseless. Slamming him in to the brick wall of the alleyway had been only minimally satisfying and with the attention and strife the twins had dealt with the last two days he was more than willing to dole out some of that frustration on someone else.

He folded his arms over his chest and stood between his sister and the man, and the way out of the alleyway behind him. Fast as he could move he was quite certain of himself and his ability to keep Loki put.

“Answer her.” He said roughly. “We want to know what you are.” He insisted. “So what are you?”

mischief-is-my-nature:

It did not take long before the sister joined them as well, the sounds of people talking loudly just a silent echo that followed her to the alley. This was exactly what would cause them trouble, not just with the Avengers and Midgardians but with other beings as well. These two just could not do things calmly.

Loki straightened his back, letting the thumbs of his both hands rest against the edges of his leather jacket’s pockets, his posture staying calm. With a slow blink and a soundless breath he opened his mouth. “You know you could have solved that situation differently,” he pointed out as if not hearing the question at all. Though that was only for a moment.

Because he had heard the question, but the point was: what kind of answer did these two want? It’s not everyday you face a person from another realm. Nor can you meet a person who massacred people here in this realm not so long time ago. “You would probably call me a magician,” Loki started. “Though that’s still not a proper term.” With that he raised his right hand a bit, palm upward and called his powers forward. In less than a second, gentle green glow started to swirl over his open palm.

Some things were better left unexplained. Magic, miracles, the unexplainable grew to dominate their lives. Rather than harm though, ignorance was often bliss, for it acted as a shield from a boundary that they should never step across. Curiosity often led them far too close to the line. 

Her eyes never left the stranger when she came to a slowed stop behind her sibling. He would never let the man near her nor would she let him attempt any funny business. “It could have ended far worse for you,” The annoyance seemed to thicken her accent, spoken with a haunting calm in comparison to Pietro’s. 

The calm was broken the second he raised his hand. “Don’t-” Magician. She had no time to even process the word. When he raised his hand, she too raised hers, the fingers entwining in mid-air just as they snapped with a forceful motion, and the scarlet glow mirrored his. Only, it left her palms before curling around his wrists, pushing down the hand that had glowed hauntingly in the dark alleyway. 

“Pietro,” She did not need to warn him. He too has seen that haunting green glow that twirled around the man’s palm. “Put it down.” Of course, she would gladly put it down for him. 

The daring intimidation had shattered in that very second. Because in that moment, she feared that it was not they who were cornering him but he who was cornering them. 

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The Worst Kind of Noise | Maximoff & Frost

[thescarletsokovian]

likesilverandblue:

The woman was so self assured. Pietro would have admired that about her, honestly. He had the same kind of confidence, even if half of it was faked bravado. It was admirable. And yet when she spoke …

Wanda was going to kill him.

Even before she said his name he knew what she was. He stiffened just a little at her touch. “You’re a telepath.” He said and he had no idea how to protect his mind. He thought immediately of his sister. He didn’t want this woman on her tail so he spoke quickly.

“Yes.” He answered. “I’m fast. But I’m not a mutant.” Maybe.

perfectinallthings:

Emma squinted her eyes slightly, judging the words coming out of his mouth. There had been very few people she had come across that she couldn’t immediately read but she had developed body language skills to use when she was in diamond form. He didn’t appear to be lying; still not a mutant? That seemed preposterous.

“Not a mutant?” she repeated in the form of a question. Suddenly, she remembered where she had seen his face before; at least she thought it was where she recognized him from. “You were on the news.” She stated. “That’s why your face is so familiar.” Of course after saying it, her deduction somehow seemed off, like there was something else she was missing.

She decided to shake that thought away for the moment and focus on her realization, envisioning the scene she had witnessed on television days before. “They called you, Quicksilver…I believe.” She scoffed. “The media is not the best at their little pet names.” She frowned. “I saw you and I’ve been in your mind. I doubt that even ‘Tony Stark’ is brilliant enough to give you those powers.” Her tone was playful curiosity. “So, if you are not a mutant. What, pre-tell, are you?”

The warm droplets of water dripped down her back. 

The warmth of the shower contrasted the coolness of the tub beneath her knees. She had been in that position for a minute; the shower head poured gentle streams against the gasping figure in a painfully knelt position. The water had stolen into her eyes, her mouth, but the young woman remained frozen except for the rapid pants of breath that wrought her figure. 

It was an invisible battle, but she never even stood a chance. Like a merciless fire, the feeling of intrusion had penetrated through the confines of her mind - his mind. It was difficult to differentiate, but the sensation was there. An overwhelming pressure that had momentarily fought for dominance, and the lost battle was a terrifying sensation. 

When the frozen figure finally moved, it was to place her hand against the edges of the tub before she slowly rose against the water that continued to beat against her back. From the rack that hung by the shower, she pulled the towel before the step from the shower appeared more like a stumble. “Brother,” She knew not if the desperate call was even heard. The pressure had eased since a minute earlier, but it left a feeling of despair seeping through her limbs. Someone had challenged her on the mental battlefield, unknowingly or not. 

The water dripped from her hair, soaking into the towel wrapped around her body. Each step left a wet footprint against the marble floor, until she slammed the elevator button with her palm. “Pietro, answer me!” The water dripped into her eyes. 

This was why she had warned him to never trust telepaths. 

[thescarletsokovian]

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She felt at ease in his presence.

Of a world wrought by lies and betrayal, behind each smile hid daggers. Steve Rogers, first known to them as Captain America, was the metaphorical representation of both a country that exploited ignorance and a team of pretend heroes. He was the only one of them who has truly tasted war. It was satisfying watching the symbol of America's strength crumble under her fingers.

And yet, when the world collapsed around them, it was he who she chose to listen to. They were given little choice at the time, but in chaos and war, she felt his sincerity and concern. The most beautiful of sincerity was one of selflessness. How unfamiliar of a concept it was, but it was a welcoming unfamiliarity. Without so much as the exchange of a conversation between them, she was drawn to speak to him and trust him like she would to none other.

Hope. Perhaps Wanda would realize later on why she was so drawn to his presence. He was a man who found light in the darkest of tunnels. He who has seen true darkness still had the strength to hope. Be it disbelief or admiration, Steve Rogers was one of the few who could offer her sincerity without the expected betrayal.

In the light of the recent events, she was dangerous close to never finding that out.