Chapter 3: chaos
There was too much going on in Pietro's head. Too many voices and sounds and he couldn't distinguish any of them from the others. It was too loud, too chaotic, and it felt like a river of energy was rushing through his body, sending a tingling feeling to the very tips of his fingers. Then a voice called out louder than the rest, more distinct, more real.
"Pietro? Come on, sweetheart, wake up."
Finally he managed to open his eyes. Clint was kneeling over him, looking frantic.
"Oh thank God," he sighed in relief. "Don't scare me like that again."
"What the hell happened?"
Pietro sat up and saw Natasha. She was standing next to Wanda, who was pressed against the wall, trembling. There seemed to be a weird energy around her, one that buzzed and vibrated. It was strangely familiar.
"There was this machine," Wanda said. "We were looking at it, trying to figure out what it was and... well, we probably shouldn't have, but we touched it and we got stuck and... it did something to us."
Clint was frightened and for some reason, Pietro could feel it.
"It gave me Pietro's powers," Wanda continued.
Suddenly the strangely familiar energy surrounding her made sense.
"Oh god," Pietro gasped. Everything made sense now. "I got your powers too, didn't I?"
"I think so."
"We've got to find the others and get out of here," said Natasha. "Do you guys think you can walk?"
"Not yet, but I can run very fast," said Wanda bitterly.
"I should be able to," Pietro said.
"Okay," said Clint. "Let's get going, then. We've got a lot of explaining to do."
