[ wanda screams in both surprise and pain as her wrist is broken, eyes squeezing shut tight momentarily and body curling in on itself. she opens them again, trying to wrest her arm free from the bony, bloody grip, and it's only as she rolls away that she sees what's left of the face— ]
—Pietro!
[ it's a hoarse, husk of a cry that escapes her mouth; just as she lunges toward him, previous danger forgotten, however... he crumples again to the floor, any sign of ambulatory life gone once more. wanda crawls closer on her knees, lame wrist clutched at her chest, wide eyes pinned to the form in a heap before her. ]
...No, no, no... Pietro, Pietro— please— what have they done to you... come back...
[ she glances around frantically for help from her comrades, only to find that they've vanished without a trace. ]
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—Pietro!
[ it's a hoarse, husk of a cry that escapes her mouth; just as she lunges toward him, previous danger forgotten, however... he crumples again to the floor, any sign of ambulatory life gone once more. wanda crawls closer on her knees, lame wrist clutched at her chest, wide eyes pinned to the form in a heap before her. ]
...No, no, no... Pietro, Pietro— please— what have they done to you... come back...
[ she glances around frantically for help from her comrades, only to find that they've vanished without a trace. ]
Buffy! Hux! Where are you??