Tony turned back to Bruce, his mouth twisted into a half-smirk, one half lax, the other held taught in an odd asymmetrical expression, as it often was when Tony was thinking. "The Maximoffs, you know the two kids that we were telling you about on Friday? Well, Pietro's started running like a bullet and Wanda can move things. Without touching them."
Bruce stared at Tony in astonishment. "You think-"
"There's more of them? Definitely. And I think that one of them is in power in town - that's why everyone is obeying him. Nothing short of superpowers would make Reed sway." The cogs in Tony's brain started to turn and whistle.
"No, Tony, you should'a seen him," Bruce sounded odd - sad, almost. "There was no doubt in his eyes. If I'd have disagreed and not mutated? He'd have slit my throat, and I'll tell you that for nothing."
"I'm not giving up on Reed. He's a good guy, if a little rough around the edges. It can't have been him. His mind-" Tony was rambling now, and probably out of worry. If they'd been prepared to kill Bruce, how many had they killed?
Steve sighed, his thick blonde eyebrows knitting together, as Tony had noticed they did when he was thinking. "Well, once you're both in good enough shape to walk that far, we'll head down and see what's happening." He said, ever the voice of reason.
"Well, I'll be pretty okay once I warm up, but why is Tony being held here?" Bruce asked, flicking an eyebrow up.
"Umm, I was going into the basement to go grab the medicine they have in the house... I kinda slipped and hit my head and ankle. Bad."
Bruce rolled his eyes, sighing. "Only you, Tony."
"Yeah, it's wonderful to stand here all day, but breakfast's ready." Clint shouted up.
"Let me guess, eggs again," Tony had had enough of the things to last him a lifetime, and he'd only been eating them for half the time the others had.
Steve groaned, a grin seeping onto his face.
"What's wrong with eggs?"
"Soon, Bruce, you will realise."
The meal was made considerably more interesting by the very heated eating contest Pietro and Clint were partaking in. Halfway through, Bucky leaned over to Natasha and made a bet that Pietro and Clint would be together by the end of the week.
Natasha smirked and leaned back so that she could reply. "I'll also wager that Stark and Rogers get it on, too."
Bucky nearly choked on his eggs, laughing. If he was truly honest, it would be preferable to eating them. Thank god there were only a few boxes left.
"What do you mean, you ran?" The voice hissed. "You'll never lead well if you can't even contain people and make them submit."
Reed frowned, clenching his fists. "I don't need to take orders from you or your 'creator'. You're the weak one here. Why don't you just wait until you're strong enough to lead?"
The red eyes shifted from the larger body they were working on to stare into Reed. "Because if I reveal myself now, there is a chance for me to become weak. You will act as my figurehead, my swift and terrible sword. Then, once I am invulnerable, I will reveal myself and take over completely."
"Why not just take over then?" Reed's expression resembled indignance.
The red eyes rolled in their robotic sockets. "Because conflict and having to fight to the top will only waste time. Having you as a representative from the beginning, and amassing power from the start, means that taking the metaphorical throne will be much easier. Then everyone can... survive."
Reed's anger quickly dissipated, boredom and tiredness replacing it. "Whatever, man. I'm going to go make sure everything is runnning well."
"You've nearly got the hang of it." The robotic voice called after him.
"Whatever!" Reed shouted back as he exited the warehouse. God, the sooner he was done with that thing, the better.
"Reed," Susan gasped, approaching the second he was out in open air. "Ben's gone missing, we need your help to look for him. What were you doing in that empty warehouse?"
"Oh, I was just seeing if anything of use was in there," Reed awkwardly tried to stop her from going in. "There's just some old machinery that could fall down. It's not very safe."
"Oh, okay. Well, Johnny and Helen have gone to look up by Xavier's, so we should go check the housing estate," Susan soon led Reed off. Man, he hated lying to his friends.
Wanda sat, kneeling in her and Pietro's room, two empty cans of beans in front of her, resting on the wooden floorboards. As Pietro and Wanda owned the house, they got first pick of the rooms, and had chosen the penthouse; the biggest room, nearly a whole floor, with its own bathtub.
Wanda stared into the cans, her eyes almost burning through them. She focused, and focused, clearing the rest of her loud, rambunctious mind.
The can creaked, tipped, balanced on its edge, and fell back down, flat. Wanda grinned at what she had managed to do. All she'd managed so far was vibrating things and making pens move. If she could learn to move an empty can, she could learn to move a full one. If she could learn to move a full can, she could learn to carry multiple cans back and forth, and eventually lift huge things.
Wanda leaned forward, crossing her hands and focusing anger into the can. Anger at her father for leaving, anger at her brother for leaving, anger at the FAYZ 2. There was a lot of rage stored inside her and from what she had seen, emotion was the best way to use her gift.
The can tore into pieces and violently shattered across the room.