{Author's Note: An update?! Whaaaaat!? I know, I'm just as shocked. Sorry mates, I've been busy. Thanks for waiting patiently.}
PIETRO POV
As soon as Wanda said 'okay,' Pietro took that as his cue to spring into action. Wanda's reluctance to fight had been the only thing stopping him from running off toward the airport the moment all of the adults left. So he grabbed his sister and ran as fast as his injured leg would allow toward the airport.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea. Pietro tended to forget sometimes that other people didn't react particularly well to super speed and thus liked to have a warning. Well, really they probably would just like to avoid the super speed thing altogether, but at least Wanda seemed to handle it better than most. Pietro didn't know if that was because she'd just grown accustomed to it, building up a tolerance over the years, or if it was one of their weird twin things. Either way, it was nice to know that she probably wouldn't be puking her guts out on his shoes when they got to the airport.
Also, it maybe hadn't been a great idea to run all the way to the airport on account of his current physical condition. Even though it wasn't really that far away, it probably would have been smarter to drive Herby the Love Bug wannabe because even though he was stubbornly trying to ignore it, his leg was starting to ache quite a bit, and it was only getting worse the more he used it…
But it would've taken soooo freakin' long to drive a car, and they couldn't waste any more time! There was a flippin' giant trampling around the airport for crying out loud! Like a legit giant person! It seriously looked like someone had acquired a massive mushroom from that video game with the plumber Vision had introduced him to back at the Avenger's HQ.
Pietro really hoped the giant dude was on the Cap's side. Maybe the giant was Mr. Narcolepsy. What was his name? Scott? Yeah Scott! Maybe it was Scott. Pietro didn't actually know what his power was, so by process of elimination, it seemed more likely than not that if he were on Cap's team, the giant was indeed the sleepy fellow, but no matter whose side of the fight the giant was on, if somebody found it necessary to unleash that hidden talent, then Cap's team needed all the help they could get. And Wanda and Pietro could be that help.
Pietro was so glad his sister had relented. Of course he would've just hung back and stayed with his sister if he hadn't been able to convince her to go, which would have been fine, but in all honesty, Pietro was a lot happier running around than talking about his feelings. Not that he didn't like talking with his sister. He'd missed her like he missed Twinkies after he ate the last one, except multiply that feeling times a billion.
Like seriously, it was a struggle to function without Wanda. When she had left home, it had made him physically sick, which had only given his aunt one more thing to worry about, so stellar job on his part. But he'd never tell Wanda that. He'd never tell her it had taken a solid month after she'd left for Pietro to be confident enough in himself to be sure he wouldn't throw up when a random object or place reminded him of her.
But ughhhh, talking about feelings was not something he liked to do with anyone, especially when it hurt just thinking about feelings. Nevertheless, Pietro appreciated Wanda's words of support, and they had actually made him feel a teensy-weensy bit better, but it was still embarrassing to have to admit to his sister how messed up he was, unlike Wanda who could endure anything unfazed.
Sure Pietro remembered times when Wanda was stressed out and under serious pressure, but even then it still seemed as though she had it together. Pietro knew that didn't make sense, but that's just how he saw her. His sister was this invincible person…just like their father. Whereas, Pietro had a track record that showed just how weak he was. Maybe that's why Wanda and Erik didn't 'connect' as much as Pietro had with their father. They were too similar. It was like putting two Betta fish in the same bowl and expecting them to get along. Hell, if everything that had happened to Pietro had happened to Wanda or Erik, they would've just been like FU world! You don't get to shit on my life and get away with it!
Not that Wanda hadn't had her own fair share of difficulties, and Pietro would never wish any of his own troubles on her, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was a really good thing Wanda hadn't been the one to get kidnapped and tortured. Considering Wanda tore a hole in the universe when it happened to him, his sister probably would've destroyed at least one world in retaliation if all that shit had happened to her, because obviously Wanda's life was a lot more valuable than his own, at least in Pietro's opinion.
Focus Pete.
Pietro's mind had a tendency to wander off, and being that he was about to enter a battle, he really had to keep the wandering to a minimum.
Stupid ADHD.
So yea, Pietro probably should've warned his sister that he was going to rush them off to the airport, but hello! A giant person is a pretty good excuse for him to get distracted! Speaking of which…Pietro skidded to a stop a short distance away from the impossibly large human being and carefully disengaged his hold on Wanda. His injured leg twinged with pain as his body came to rest, but he chose to ignore it as best he could because there were more important things happening.
Up close he could tell the giant dude was indeed Scott, and through his giant mask, the man seemed just as impressed as Pietro was by the fact that he was currently humongous.
It was nice change to see Scott awake too, though Tony and his band of hooligans might have preferred a sleeping giant to an awake one. But knowing that Scott's loyalty was to Steve was a pretty big relief because Pietro wasn't quite sure how he would've taken down a giant. He was pretty sure it wouldn't have been as easy as the story of David and Goliath would lead one to believe…and he didn't have a slingshot anyway. He guessed he could've tried to run up to his face and kicked him in the eyeball, but he was wearing a mask, so that probably wouldn't have worked. Anyway that was a problem for future Pietro, if he ever encountered a hostile giant that is.
But unfortunately, it looked like Tony Stark and his recruits had figured out a way to take down the monstrous man. Some skinny dude—not as skinny as Pietro himself, but Pietro wasn't wearing a skintight red and blue spandex suit with a spider logo—had wrapped some sort of stringy rope material around Scott's legs and it was starting to put the giant man off balance.
Is that stuff coming out of him? Cool!…but disgusting.
Tony in his Iron Man suit and another guy in a clunky metal suit—his dad would have really been having a field day if he were here with all these metal guys running around—took advantage of Scott's imbalance and flew at the giant man's face, knocking him squarely under the chin, which sent him tumbling backward toward the ground. Pietro cringed.
That's gotta hurt. I guess it really is true that the bigger they are the harder they fall.
Pietro shifted his gaze back toward the spry dude who was still swinging around Scott's falling frame and watched in slow motion as he gave a thumb's up and started to shout something that sounded like 'Yes that was awesome!' before he was smacked squarely (and accidently) by one of Scott's hands, which sent the guy careening quickly—well what would be quickly to people that weren't Pietro—toward a large pile of crates on the ground.
Pietro hesitated. The thing about processing everything so quickly meant he had a lot more time to think—sometimes too much time—than normal people. Normal people wouldn't have had to consider whether they should help a guy, who was obviously not on Steve's side of the fight, or let him crash into the crate and give Steve—who despite being the focus of all this hoopla, Pietro couldn't seem to locate anywhere in the immediate vicinity—and the 'good guys' an advantage because normal people wouldn't be able to react fast enough to help…but Pietro could.
In the end, it really wasn't much of a choice. Pietro was tired of being an observer, and a body slam into multiple sharp-edged solid objects was undoubtedly going to hurt. And Pietro didn't like it when people got hurt. Even if spandex man was on Tony's side, that didn't mean he was a bad guy (though Pietro questioned the dude's fashion choices). Despite basically kidnapping Pietro and his family, from the little interaction he'd had with Tony, the guy actually seemed like an okay dude. Not that Pietro entirely trusted his own ability to read people. After all, he had broken a crazed terrorist out of prison because a nerd, lumberjack, and a druggie had asked him to...But then again, the terrorist—after some questionable decisions—actually turned out to be a pretty alright guy…and his dad, so maybe he was better at reading people than he thought. So Pietro hoped the primary colored acrobat wasn't that bad of a guy….not like Stryker. And Vision was on Tony's side too and Pietro thought he was a pretty cool dude.
Making his decision, Pietro rushed forward, ignoring the increasing bout of pain that shot through his leg with each step and kept him from going full speed, Pietro maneuvered himself in front of the crates and as the guy drew close enough, Pietro grabbed him. Placing his hands on the human torpedo's shoulders, Pietro matched the guy's speed as best he could, and carefully slowed down his momentum while steering him away from the crate until the man—boy? now that Pietro was next to the dude, he didn't seem big enough to be an adult—was safely planted with both feet on the ground. It was really a good thing the guy wasn't that big—well he was bigger than Pietro, but who wasn't really?—otherwise his human baseball catch would've been a tad more difficult.
Once the guy registered that he was safely on his feet and not splat on the pavement or impaled by a piece broken wood, he immediately gave a twitchy half jump in surprise and moved his arms about like he thought he should be fighting someone but wasn't really sure who.
"Huh?! What!? What just happened? Ughhh, oh I feel sick. I think I'm gonna hurl." Said the spandex clad individual crossing his arms over his stomach and bending forward.
At that point Pietro decided to make his presence known because the guy was being amusing, and he sounded like kid—teenager, Pietro corrected himself (all of the adults referring to Wanda and himself as kids had gotten into his head)—and if Tony had enlisted a teen on his team there really wasn't any reason Steve couldn't have let Wanda and him fight on his side. Fair was fair. And if the boy had somehow managed to get Tony's permission to fight, then Pietro was kinda interested in hearing how the guy had swung it. Pun intended.
Pietro tapped the spandex guy rapidly on the shoulder, causing him to spin around in shock.
"Me. That's what happened. You were going to go splat. Like a bug, which is funny because going off of your attire, apparently that's your logo. Are you mutant? Or, I guess I mean inhuman? Worlds are confusing and words are hard. Or are you just part spider? You can't like sprout 6 extra arms can you? That'd be kinda weird…and gross, but whatever. Your webby powers are cool. I mean not as cool as my powers or me, because I saved you. I mentioned that, right? Soanywayyoushouldstop fightingoratleastjoinTeamUSAImeanTeamCaptainAmericabecauseyou'refightingforthewrongsiderightnow, ,you'rewelcome." Said Pietro his words speeding up as he went along.
The eyes of the spider dude's mask widened, displaying his confusion.
Rad. Those are some fancy eye thingamajigs. That reminds me, I really wish I had my goggles. I need to get myself some new ones…
"What? Who are yo—" spider-kid started to say but another voice cut him off.
"Peter!" yelled Wanda who had managed to recover from travel via super speed, or at least she had gotten her bearings enough while Pietro was playing hero to come charging at him.
"Yea?" both boys answered out of habit turning to look in the girl's direction, before giving each other a weird look—well as weird a look as one can convey through a mask—both confused as to why the other had responded. Then spider guy clamped one hand over where his mouth was obviously located under his mask, as if he realized he shouldn't have let slip a response.
"She means me spiderling." said Pietro turning to his sister again who was still a ways off and giving her a thumbs up.
"Who is that?" asked the spider guy, the eyes of his mask going wide once more.
"Duuuude, That's my sister. Stop ogling her. You're lucky you're our age or I'd have to throw you into those crates after all for being a pervert." Replied Pietro giving the spider guy a pointed look.
"What? I'm not—I'm way older than you. You shouldn't even be here young man! You should be in school. And you still haven't told me who you are! Should I be fighting you? Where's Mr. Stark?" Said the spider guy noticeably trying to makes his voice deeper and more manly as if to embody a responsible adult while looking around, presumably for Tony Stark in hopes of getting some instructions.
"Pffft. Liar. I could just take your mask off to prove you're a liar, but I grew up in America—mostly—so I respect the right to privacy, sooooo I'm not gonna do that. But I could if I wanted to. But seriously stop making your eyes do that crazy obvious zoom thing at my sister, or I'll make an exception to my morals. Bro's before ho's does not apply here man, because number 1, my sister is not a ho, and number 2, I don't even know you so—"
"Pietro!" Wanda said this time. She had reached the boys unnoticed as they were so engrossed in their own conversation.
Hardly sparing a glance at the masked spandex clad boy as she physically pushed him aside, Wanda stood firmly in front of her brother. Her eyes were blazing, which made Pietro just a teensy bit afraid she might be mad at him for running her all the way to the airport without really talking about it first. But then Wanda's gaze softened.
"Are you okay? How's your leg?" Wanda asked her brother concernedly looking him over.
"Perfectly Peachy!" replied Pietro brightly, happily surprised she wasn't yelling at him. "It's practically back to normal. Really—"
"Don't lie to me Pete!" said Wanda cutting him off and grabbing his jacket by the collar with both hands, so that they were face to face causing the other boy—who Pietro guessed coincidentally enough must share his name, more or less—to back away a step or two. Pietro didn't blame him. He knew his sister wasn't going to hurt him, but Wanda was still terrifying.
Guess she is mad. Whoops.
Pietro braced himself for the inevitable scolding about acting rashly and mentally prepared himself to pull out his puppy dog eyes, which usually worked nicely as his own personal 'get out of jail free card.' But what she actually said, he was in no way prepared for.
"When I said okay, I didn't mean for you to run us all the way here, you jerk! How am I supposed to protect you when you do things like that!?" demanded Wanda fervently.
"Wh—what?" Pietro's face fell. Even now that they were practically grown up—and the same age he might add—his sister still thought he couldn't take care of himself. Of course he thought he was weak, but Pietro had honestly thought his sister was more confident in him than he was in himself….but no, it seemed everyone would forever feel like they had to protect him, lest something terrible befall him.
Pietro supposed it wasn't an unreasonable assumption considering he had allowed himself to get kidnapped and he let his aunt get murdered, but sometimes he just didn't see why anyone, even his own family who by evidence of his aunt's death he had already failed, cared that much. They shouldn't feel guilty if something happened to him. He wasn't worth the guilt. Wanda should know that by now.
Wanda's eyes grew wide at the realization of what she had said, and she tried to recover from her slip of the tongue, "That's not—I just meant—"
But before Wanda could make any sort of explanation, Iron Man, aka Tony Stark, landed right in front of the three teens. "Is there a Mickey Mouse Club meeting happening here that I was unaware of, because I know I brought one kid, but now there appears to be three." Said Tony exaggeratedly pointing at each one of the teens as if to count them.
"I mean did Steve really drag you here to help him fight, Maximoffs? I wouldn't think he'd stoop to my level and bring in kids to fight his battles being that he is 'Captain Morals' and all. You know what? It doesn't matter why you're here. I don't have the time or the energy to deal with your irritable overprotective metal wielding father." Finished Stark turning to the masked vigilante while Pietro and Wanda both just gave him looks that seemed to say 'are you serious?'
"Peter, web 'em." Said Stark with finality.
Pietro looked over at the masked boy—Peter—to see if he was going to follow Stark's order. It wasn't hard to figure out what web 'em meant, and Pietro had no intention of letting him or Wanda be 'webbed.' If spider boy made a move to follow Tony's command, Pietro was going to stop him. No way he was dealing with getting that sticky stuff off of him, especially if it was coming out of the guy, like seriously? Just no. Gross.
But Pietro didn't get to see if the other boy would have listened to Iron man because while he was waiting around to see if any action was necessary on his part, familiar red energy suddenly—well suddenly from everyone else's perspective—engulfed the spiderling.
Pietro turned to look at his sister and saw that her hands were thrust outward and glowing red, along with her eyes, and Pietro knew that was his cue to let his sister handle the situation because he wasn't about to get in her way mess everything up. With his luck, if he tried to intervene, he'd just end up injuring himself on her sparky energy and then Pietro would confirm her belief that he needed to be protected….also, Wanda was really scary when she used her powers, so that in and of itself was a good enough reason to just let her do her thing uninterrupted.
Wanda not only had the other Peter in her clutches, but she had managed to imprison Iron Man as well. With her hands out and her fingers spread out, it almost looked like she doing some intense spirit fingers…you know if spirit fingers were encompassed with actual spirit-esq energy and looked spine-chillingly terrifying.
Wanda pushed her hands downward and the red energy glowed brighter as Stark and Spiderboy were forced to their knees and rendered immobile. Pietro smirked. He might not be exactly pleased with his sister's lack of faith in him at the moment, but he could still appreciate the badassery of her skills.
"Whooooa. Wicked Wanda. In that, that was wicked, not that you are…well I guess you are but in like what's probably the fourth definition of Wicked in the dictionary. Wicked as in awesome. It's one of those contronyms, you know?" Said Pietro rambling on in attempt to appear totally fine, and most definitely not insecure because of his sister's earlier words.
Stark looked a little pale with exhaustion—or perhaps even fear—but he remained remarkably calm despite being in the grasp of Wanda's far-out powers. Next to Stark, Peter didn't seem to be handling the situation quite as well, mumbling 'get it off get it off', and wiggling around as much as he could—which wasn't much—as if he could shake off the swirling energy.
Not going to work dude. Trust me. I know.
He may or may not have found that out the hard way when he stole the TV remote from his sister, back before she took off for wherever it is she went.
"Kid," said Stark addressing Wanda. His expression serious, making his face look quite different from its usual carefree façade. "Try to be calm. Let's just—"
"You're not going to detain us." Said Wanda her voice strong and confident and remarkably like their father's as her eyes blazed red. "and we're not going anywhere. The Captain is fighting for people like us and you…your just…what are you even fighting for?"
Pietro didn't wait to hear Stark's answer. Whatever it was going to be, it didn't really matter. It probably wasn't going to be good enough for Wanda, and at any rate, they had chosen their side. With the world practically frozen, Pietro looked around. He didn't see the Cap, Falcon, or The Six Million Dollar Man anywhere, at least not in their immediate vicinity. He guessed it was a pretty big airport and maybe they were off dealing with the other members of Stark's team, whoever they might be. Pietro was able to easily spot Antman though, who was still down for the count, and the other Wanda was on the ground a ways off, entangled in Vision's arms whilst the two made googly eyes at each other.
Ughh Barf. Isn't Vision on the Tony's side? Are they gonna make out? Bleh.
Pietro shuddered in superspeed. He did not need to see a make out session, especially when one of the said makerouters reminded him a lot of his sister, and even though Vision was like technically a toddler, he seemed a lot older than Wanda, so that was kinda messed up no matter how you looked at it.
Gathering his focus again, Pietro analyzed his surroundings some more. Maybe Cap and the Winter Soldier had already escaped, or perhaps they were battling it out with someone inside one of the buildings, like maybe the one with the giant air traffic control tower knocked down in front of its entrance?
Bingo.
With renewed determination, Pietro turned back to his sister and saw the pure control in her face. She had a handle on this. He could use his talents elsewhere.
"Sooooooo, lookslikeyougotthis?" said Pietro quickly to his sister, but slow enough to be understood, preventing Stark from answering her question, if he was ever going to. The guy was taking a while to come up with a response, in Pietro's opinion.
"Yes—wait what?" said Wanda, not releasing her hold on her two prisoners but turning her head toward her brother.
"IwasjustsayingitlookslikeyougotthiswholesituationundercontrolsoI'mgonnamakesureCapisn' . Byeeeee." Said Pietro as he took off toward the blocked airplane hangar. He wasn't about to wait for his sister's response, because he knew what it would be.
Pietro, no. Well, I say Pietro yes.
He felt kinda bad about taking off on her, but he was going to prove he didn't need protecting. He knew now that even if Wanda was actually scared of killing people with her powers, that wasn't what scared her most. It was not being able to protect him that scared her, so he was just going to remove that fear from her vicinity. Because out of sight out of mind, right? Well at least that's what Pietro was going with so he wouldn't feel guilty about abandoning his sister or dwell too much on the fact that she would never think he was grown up enough to take care of himself.
So instead of thinking of any of that he was just going to pretend he was playing one of his favorite games from childhood that drove his aunt nuts, but Wanda and he loved. You know, the one where you jump from one piece of furniture to another because floor is lava? Yep. That one.
He was going to pretend the big knocked over air traffic control tower was the furniture and the rest of the ground was lava because if he focused on that then it was almost like he was back at home….back before Bryan…back before government experimentation…back before fathers and sisters thought he was weak.
Pietro sped past Scott, who was sprawled out on the ground, thankfully back to normal human size, then he ran past Vision and Wanda who were still gazing into each other's eyes;
Seriously, those two need to get a room.
Above him Pietro noticed that Falcon and some other guy in a metal suit had appeared and were duking it out. It was weird how they just sort of hung in the air since Pietro was going so fast. They looked clunky and like they should drop to the ground, but obviously they weren't really floating. Super speed made the world look really weird sometimes.
Finally—well really it wasn't actually that long, but again, super speed—Pietro reached the wreckage that had once been a watch tower and planted his foot on the rubble before pushing off of it and bringing his other leg up to do the same. He hopped like this up and over the tower, efficiently moving from one piece of debris to the next, enjoying the fleeting joy it brought to just pretend to be a kid once more, but the pain in his left leg reminded him that that reality was gone.
Reaching the top (the side?) of the tower, Pietro took a second—or what was equivalent to a second in his perspective—to brush off his jacket. He frowned, it had gotten a little dirty amidst all of his running around. He wondered how you washed leather. He was always really meticulous about making sure he didn't get it dirty, so he didn't really know what to do about it. He didn't think you could just throw it in a washing machine. No, that didn't seem right. He'd have to ask aunt Marya—oh right.
I wonder if I'll ever get used to the fact that she's really gone.
Now frowning for a very different reason, Pietro took his eyes off his jacket and looked around, and his eyes went wide. The intimidating red haired ninja lady Avenger was below him but what was the bigger surprise was that some guy in an all-black suit was in mid jump headed straight toward a large fighter jet that was hovering in the hanger. Inside the cockpit of the jet was none other than Captain Rogers, dolled up in some legit looking patriotic uniform.
The good news was that it looked like Captain Rogers and probably the metal arm dude—he had to be in the jet too, right? He and Cap were like best buds—were pretty close to getting away, except for the fact that a pouncing human jaguar was almost certainly going to latch himself to the aircraft. But what could the guy really do if he got a hold of it? It's not like one man could possibly pull something of that size to the ground, especially without any leverage besides his own momentum.
On second thought, maybe the guy could do just that. Maybe he had a superpower too and his power was some weird mix of superhuman strength, cat-like agility, and defying laws of physics.
Pietro stood in contemplation as time flowed by, the jet drew closer, and whiskers latched onto the wheel of the jet. It didn't look like the guy was going to be able to pull it back to earth, but maybe he was just biding his time or he had to get a good grip first. And if that wasn't possible, maybe was just going to pull himself up onto the aircraft, which would introduce a whole new set of problems.
Pietro really wished Cap would raise the wheel. Maybe the landing gear was jammed, or maybe he was in the process of raising it, but it like everything else in the world was just too slow. Either way, Pietro couldn't leave the man to his own devices. If he didn't do something the guy might very well somehow manage to crawl around onto the jet with his claws and punch something important that made the jet go vroom vroom.
Or the guy could get stuck hanging onto a wheel of a speeding jet for who knows how long before he grew tired and fell off because of g-force, gravity, or other physics shit that would cause him to plummet to his death. Then the man's death would be on Pietro because he didn't do something to stop him, and Pietro didn't want that. Even if he was fighting against Cap, he couldn't just let him die.
So when the jet reached Pietro and the cat man came to be hanging right in front of the boy, he planted his feet firmly reached up and wrapped his skinny arms around the man. Usually, Pietro's speed let him expend a serious amount of force despite his small stature, but Pietro forgot to take into account that he couldn't get a running start on top of an unstable pile of debris, so he wasn't moving when he grabbed onto the much larger male. Thus, dislodging him from the jet wasn't quite as easy as Pietro had hoped.
Uh oh.
Pietro felt himself being wrenched backward by the force of the jet, but he refused to let go of the human feline, even as his feet slid backward and then lost contact with the toppled tower.
OhShitOhShitOhShitShitShit
The jet wasn't stopping and the guy wasn't letting go of the wheel.
LetGoLetGoLetGo.
If the guy didn't let go of the wheel soon they were both gonna die and because of his ability, Pietro was going to have a lot of time to contemplate death and/or watch his life replay before his eyes as they spiraled toward the ground.
"LET GO DUDE!" Pietro shouted to the black suited individual who he had concluded at this point was obviously deranged. Pietro shifted his arms trying wiggle upward to get a better grip on the guy, but then the boy's hand touched something circular on the man's chest and the next thing Pietro knew, there was nothing but pain, and images of lab coats and needles and tests and the man named Stryker.
Electricity coursed through Pietro's body and evidently the cat man's too for he had finally let go of the jet and now they were falling. But that was fine. Because when he hit the ground the pain would stop. The images would be gone, and maybe he'd see aunt Marya again…maybe he'd even see his mom again…he just hoped he wasn't about to see Bryan again. Pietro managed to focus enough to close his eyes, hoping that would make the journey from the jet to the concrete below just a little quicker…
{Author's Note: I think there's a very high possibility that I enjoy cliffhangers. Sorry about that.
I hope you liked it anyway! Questions? Comments? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Couple of other things:
I realize tasers probably don't have an aftershock effect triggered by touch, but it was in Natasha's possession, so who knows what sorta weaponry she has.
Also, things don't exactly match up with the movie in this chapter because 1) Pietro and Wanda are there, 2) just…plot reasons and 3) I can't completely remember the timeline of events from the movie in this scene so…
Probably going to be another long stretch between updates. Just warning ya. Stay awesome folks, and happy first day of autumn!}