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"Whatever kind of hallucinogenic you're on, I want none of it."
"I'm serious," Pietro said, running his hand through his silver hair. "I can run as fast as the speed of sound."
"Sure you can, Frosty Tips," I said, unconvinced. "And I can control people's minds."
"My sister can do that!" Pietro replied, his face brightening at the mention of his sister. "I'll introduce you when we get out of here. She'll love you."
"Oh, sure. And I bet we can braid each other's hair and talk about boys and have pajama party sleepovers," I sassed. "Honestly, Sokovia. We're stuck here unless if you can come up with a realistic way of getting us out. Starting with getting out of these damn boxes."
"You don't do well in small spaces, do you?" Pietro asked sincerely. "I don't either, if that makes you feel better. I feel like it's slowly getting smaller and I'm slowly going to start suffocating." I half chuckled, shaking my head.
"I have no problem with small spaces, I just don't like being held against my will. It makes me feel small and helpless and I hate it."
"Then let's get you out," Pietro said, hauling himself from his place next to me on the floor. "It looks like almost everyone is out to lunch. We only have ten lackies to get through. It'll be easy."
"Oh yeah, sure. Let's just sneak past ten men who can easily just stick us with some sort of drug and shove us back here where we started. Piece of hypothetical cake." I roll my eyes and cross my arms, waiting for whatever stupid argument the Sokovian was going to try to make next.
"Whatever. I'll prove to you that I can get us out," he said cockily. "Just don't blink."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Silver Boy." At this, Pietro cracked another half smile and walked to the front of his cell, making sure none of the scientists were looking before he turned around and-became a blur. Before I knew it, Pietro had broken through the glass of the back wall of his cell simply by running at it. Through it. At the speed of sound. "What the hell..." I murmured, still in awe of what I had just witnessed.
Pietro was walking toward the door to my cell, murmuring something under his breath that sounded like "Not as strong as Strucker's." Apparently, the doors to our cells weren't locked from the outside, allowing Pietro to simply open the door and walk in. He approached me, holding out his hand as if to help me up. For some reason something in me snapped. I scooted myself along the floor, pressing my back against the far wall as a way to put as much space between the silver-haired Sokovian and I as possible.
"What the hell are you?" I asked, staring into his ice blue eyes. I couldn't help but see the pain flash in them before they became soft and he kneeled down, still reaching his hand to me as if he were trying to calm a scared animal. Oh wait, that was how I was acting.
"I'm just like you, just... enhanced," he said gently. "Just stay calm and I will get you out of here."
"I will not keep calm," I hissed. "I will raise hell and break shit. Did they do this to you? Whoever they are?" The slight tensing of his shoulders gave me the only answer I needed. "They did, Didn't they?"
"Yes."
"Let's go break some shit."
"You have a foul mouth, you know that?" Pietro said, chuckling. I put my hand in his.
"Yeah, you'll get used to it."
"I'm sure I will," Pietro said, pulling me to his chest and picking me up like I weighed nothing. I barely had time to register what was happening before we were out of my cell, through the large metal door, up some stairs, through some tunnels, and outside. The cool night air felt amazing on my clammy face, but it did nothing to help my insides.
"Hold up," I said as soon as Pietro put me down, "we need to go back. I think I left my stomach down there."
"You'll get used to it," Silver Boy laughed as he stood in front of me.
"I'm sure I won't," I replied, already feeling a migraine developing. Pietro laughed harder at that and I stabilized myself by placing a hand on his arm. Holy shit, this boy has muscles, I couldn't help but think. However, my legs were wobbling so much that I couldn't stand without his support and I felt about ready to empty my stomach on the grass in front of me.
"It'll get better in time. You are handling it better than Wanda did her first time." Oh, I thought, Wanda. He's taken then. Damn. "We should get going before-" Lights suddenly surrounded us, and the sound of about fifty cocking guns filled the air.
"Before that happens?" Pietro looked at me, desperation written all over his face. "Go," I told him. "Find Wanda. Tell her you're alive. I can handle myself."
"But-"
"No." I interrupted him. "There's no way I can go through another speed race. Please, Sokovia, go. I'll be fine." He gently placed his hand on my cheek before running off in a silvery blue blur. His blur was followed my multiple gunshots, though I knew none of them would hit him. Suddenly feeling all the guns returning to me, I said the first thing that popped into my head.
"Come at me, motherfuckers." Not a good idea when there are fifty snipers all pointing loaded guns at you. Nevertheless, I still said it. Damn my lack of a filter.
"Do not harm the subject!" A vaguely familiar voice rang out through the ranks. "I repeat, do not harm the subject!" The dark-skinned Head Honcho scientist pushed his way through the group of soldiers. I've got to tell you, seeing a short, skinny, weak, dorky-looking man attempt to shove his way aggressively through trained military soldiers has got to be one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Not that I remember anything before waking up, but that is not my point.
"Look, I don't know how to put this nicely, so I won't. You, sir, an asshat. And I hate you."
"Great," Head Asshat said. He's German, I finally identified his accent. Definitely German. "Now, if you would come with me, please."
The last thing I remember is two men grabbing my arms and another hitting me over the head with the butt of his gun.
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