Pietro had lost track of how long he and Wanda had been alone, their parents killed in that explosion surely caused by Stark. That was always on his mind. Tonight, though, it wasn't. This night could be their last, and they both knew it. The Twins had lived in a country of oppression for too long, and they had just about had enough. There were riots for justice, and during these riots, people got hurt. Smoke bombs. Shootings. Anything to get people to submit again, and they covered it up by calling it 'crowd control'.
Pietro and Wanda were going to be in one of those riots come morning.
Wanda sleeping at his side, her limp hand in his, he stared straight above at the ceiling with his free arm behind his head. A thousand thoughts were clouding his mind, moving impossibly fast for him to comprehend. A smoke bomb separating him and Wanda. Wanda and him getting arrested. Wanda getting shot. He wasn't afraid for his own life, but his sister's instead. He had always been the stronger of the two, at least physically. Wanda, on the other hand, was the mentally stronger one. She was his other half. Without her, he would have no one to help sooth him during times of darkness. He would be lost without her, and she without him. They needed each other more than they could ever admit. If the next day didn't go as planned, they might never get to show each other just how much they DID need each other.
Hearing her stir, he realized he had been gripping her hand maybe a little too tight, and instantly loosened his grip, though he didn't let her hand go. He couldn't. If he did, she might awaken and think something was wrong. He didn't want to disturb her more than he already had. She needed her rest, and while he did as well, he found slumber a little harder to find. The fear and anticipation of the upcoming events were too much for him, though he wouldn't show Wanda the fear. Only the excitement. There was only one thing he could do now: Focus on the positives. Thinking of them overtaking the powers that suppressed them and so many others, a smug smirk spread over his lips. The police backed down. The government gave in. They had won. Closing his eyes, he got comfortable on the old mattress in the abandoned building they had found to stay in, finally finding some much needed rest.
Morning couldn't come fast enough for him.