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Frankie quickly shut her mouth when Wren snapped toward her. Part of her wanted to argue, but she simply sighed, leaning back against the concrete wall. The sound of Wren breaking the bones in her hand one by one turned her stomach. If there was something in there Frankie might have gotten sick but she couldn’t even recall the last time she ate or drank something.
“She’ll recover,” Lilith spoke up in regards to Wren’s actions. She didn’t seem like she believed the words coming out of her own mouth, but Frankie accepted them in silence. What else could they do? But part of her wished there was a different way… Because one thing Frankie knew was that if they were going to break out of here they’d need Wren at 110% and she was barely at 20%.
"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?” Caitria asked the new man in the group with the mouth guard. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have.”
"Ladies first," Ulrich added after Caitria was done. Frankie didn't like the sound of that. If her own hands were broken she'd be useless. Wren didn't look like she could carry the fighting herself, and they were no match without their hands. If they had a Wren at full capacity then Frankie would gladly stand back while the Wilson prowess took over. But there was no time for such luxuries.
”Oh, shut up,” Wren groaned as she yanked her broken and mangled hand from the restraint on the wall. She was surprised how much that little act took out of her. Wren let her broken hand rest in her lap. She could feel the effects of whatever drug they gave her wearing off slowly. Her body was healing, but not fast enough.
”If you all break your hands… We’re fucked. Just rest… while you can.” Wren didn’t have to say her meaning… Hopefully. Regardless, she wasn't going to. Whatever energy she had left, she was saving. She let her eyes close as she steadied her breathing, focusing most of her attention toward her hand. Of course, her abilities have always been subconscious but sometimes if she focused enough Wren could make it work a little faster. Honestly, she had no idea if it was working or not, but she still tried.
Frankie felt herself growing antsy. She sat there silent yet staring at Wren waiting for whatever the woman was going to do next. The red head just sat there and for all she knew she could have been asleep. Finally, Frankie spoke up unable to bear the silence, "...Now what?"
Wren sighed softly as she opened her eyes looking down at her hand in her lap. After a moment she slowly flexed her fingers continually until it no longer hurt or made unnatural noises. She then looked up toward Frankie, then parted her lips. "Hey! Asshole!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, jingling the shackles of her restraints against the wall as loud as she could manage. "MOTHER FUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY!" Her voice already started to grow horse as she took a deep breath between words. "Fucking pussies! HEY!"
Frankie's eyes widened like a deer in headlights when Wren began to scream and shout. Had she gone crazy!? What was she doing. "Wren!? Shut up!"
Wren ignored her and continued to shout profanities until a guard showed up at the door to their cell. "Would you shut up? Or was 6 hours not enough?"
"Blow it out your ass!" Wren yelled at the guard before she spat at him.
The guard didn't need anymore provocation. He pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and walked over toward her. Once he was close enough, his eyes widened when he noticed Wren's left hand holding the cuff but not in it. She smirked up toward him before raising her leg and slamming her foot into his knee full force. The joint snapped backward and the man fell to the ground. Wren tried to reach him with her free hand but he was too far. She shifted her body, hooking her foot under his jaw and jerked him closer. Her long legs quickly wrapped around his neck before he could call out. Her thighs constricted around his neck while her free hand grabbed his flailing arm, snapping it backwards so he couldn't fight.
Frankie watched in admiration and horror as Wren not only attracted a guard into the cell but knocked him down to her level. She made it look effortless, like she hadn't been tortured for hours. But the look on the red head's face was horrifying. It wasn't the look of desperation to survive, or break out, but revenge. She was angry and wanted blood. Frankie knew Wren, along with many of her other companions, had taken lives, but seeing it was completely different. "Wren... Stop! You're killing him!" She hissed just above a whisper.
Wren tightened her legs. "Exactly," she replied glaring up from the guard at the blonde. Her gaze was enough of a silent threat that the spider girl finally stopped trying to argue. There was no saving lives at this point. She wanted revenge and blood... And if Ms. Perfect alerted the guards then Wren would go through her as well if it meant getting out.
When the guard stopped fighting and his face turned blue, Wren let his head slip from her thighs. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer so that she could reach his keys. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the physical exertion taking its toll but she pushed it back, refusing to succumb to the fatigue. It took a couple tries to unlock her other cuff, but once she did she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. Before Wren moved onto the others, she grabbed the strangled guard's head and gave it a quick jerk, snapping his neck. At this point, she'd rather be cautious.
It took a moment for Wren to get the energy to stand up and move over to Lilith. She unlocked her binds one at a time, then handed the blonde the keys. "Can you finish?" she asked as she allowed herself to slide back down to the ground, leaning against the wall.
Frankie quickly shut her mouth when Wren snapped toward her. Part of her wanted to argue, but she simply sighed, leaning back against the concrete wall. The sound of Wren breaking the bones in her hand one by one turned her stomach. If there was something in there Frankie might have gotten sick but she couldn’t even recall the last time she ate or drank something.
“She’ll recover,” Lilith spoke up in regards to Wren’s actions. She didn’t seem like she believed the words coming out of her own mouth, but Frankie accepted them in silence. What else could they do? But part of her wished there was a different way… Because one thing Frankie knew was that if they were going to break out of here they’d need Wren at 110% and she was barely at 20%.
"Your dad's Kilgrave, right?” Caitria asked the new man in the group with the mouth guard. "Which means you can control minds, if I'm not mistaken. That would certainly be helpful. And unless someone has the ability to break through vibranium, or if they have a secret stash of adamantium they carry with them at all times, then breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have.”
"Ladies first," Ulrich added after Caitria was done. Frankie didn't like the sound of that. If her own hands were broken she'd be useless. Wren didn't look like she could carry the fighting herself, and they were no match without their hands. If they had a Wren at full capacity then Frankie would gladly stand back while the Wilson prowess took over. But there was no time for such luxuries.
”Oh, shut up,” Wren groaned as she yanked her broken and mangled hand from the restraint on the wall. She was surprised how much that little act took out of her. Wren let her broken hand rest in her lap. She could feel the effects of whatever drug they gave her wearing off slowly. Her body was healing, but not fast enough.
”If you all break your hands… We’re fucked. Just rest… while you can.” Wren didn’t have to say her meaning… Hopefully. Regardless, she wasn't going to. Whatever energy she had left, she was saving. She let her eyes close as she steadied her breathing, focusing most of her attention toward her hand. Of course, her abilities have always been subconscious but sometimes if she focused enough Wren could make it work a little faster. Honestly, she had no idea if it was working or not, but she still tried.
Frankie felt herself growing antsy. She sat there silent yet staring at Wren waiting for whatever the woman was going to do next. The red head just sat there and for all she knew she could have been asleep. Finally, Frankie spoke up unable to bear the silence, "...Now what?"
Wren sighed softly as she opened her eyes looking down at her hand in her lap. After a moment she slowly flexed her fingers continually until it no longer hurt or made unnatural noises. She then looked up toward Frankie, then parted her lips. "Hey! Asshole!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, jingling the shackles of her restraints against the wall as loud as she could manage. "MOTHER FUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY!" Her voice already started to grow horse as she took a deep breath between words. "Fucking pussies! HEY!"
Frankie's eyes widened like a deer in headlights when Wren began to scream and shout. Had she gone crazy!? What was she doing. "Wren!? Shut up!"
Wren ignored her and continued to shout profanities until a guard showed up at the door to their cell. "Would you shut up? Or was 6 hours not enough?"
"Blow it out your ass!" Wren yelled at the guard before she spat at him.
The guard didn't need anymore provocation. He pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and walked over toward her. Once he was close enough, his eyes widened when he noticed Wren's left hand holding the cuff but not in it. She smirked up toward him before raising her leg and slamming her foot into his knee full force. The joint snapped backward and the man fell to the ground. Wren tried to reach him with her free hand but he was too far. She shifted her body, hooking her foot under his jaw and jerked him closer. Her long legs quickly wrapped around his neck before he could call out. Her thighs constricted around his neck while her free hand grabbed his flailing arm, snapping it backwards so he couldn't fight.
Frankie watched in admiration and horror as Wren not only attracted a guard into the cell but knocked him down to her level. She made it look effortless, like she hadn't been tortured for hours. But the look on the red head's face was horrifying. It wasn't the look of desperation to survive, or break out, but revenge. She was angry and wanted blood. Frankie knew Wren, along with many of her other companions, had taken lives, but seeing it was completely different. "Wren... Stop! You're killing him!" She hissed just above a whisper.
Wren tightened her legs. "Exactly," she replied glaring up from the guard at the blonde. Her gaze was enough of a silent threat that the spider girl finally stopped trying to argue. There was no saving lives at this point. She wanted revenge and blood... And if Ms. Perfect alerted the guards then Wren would go through her as well if it meant getting out.
When the guard stopped fighting and his face turned blue, Wren let his head slip from her thighs. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer so that she could reach his keys. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the physical exertion taking its toll but she pushed it back, refusing to succumb to the fatigue. It took a couple tries to unlock her other cuff, but once she did she couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. Before Wren moved onto the others, she grabbed the strangled guard's head and gave it a quick jerk, snapping his neck. At this point, she'd rather be cautious.
It took a moment for Wren to get the energy to stand up and move over to Lilith. She unlocked her binds one at a time, then handed the blonde the keys. "Can you finish?" she asked as she allowed herself to slide back down to the ground, leaning against the wall.
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Ross might have fallen asleep, or was he resting his eyes? It didn't matter. He heard the elevator doors open. He let his head roll against the wall as he slowly opened his eyes finding Riley standing before him. "Oh boy." Riley hurried to his side, bending down to meet him. "As if getting your entire face rearranged wasn't enough, Ross? What the hell?"
He chuckled, waving his friend off. "Did y'know alcohol and morphine don' mix?" Ross smiled at Riley as slid his arm under him pulling him up to his feet. Ross let himself lean against his friend, smiling up at him. "You, sir... Are a wonnerful mate. D'you know that?"
"Let's take you back, yeah?"
Ross pouted slightly, poking Riley's cheek. "Ooookay. Parteh pooper."
The doors opened again. Ross kicked out his leg preparing to start walking but realized Riley didn't move. He looked up finding none other than his Red standing before him. God did she look beautiful, even with her arms crossed over her chest. Why ya so angry, beautiful? He smiled weakly between the beauty and his friend.
"Give him here."
"What?"
Ross looked between the two lethargically. Petra entered the elevator, pressing a button, then took Ross' other side for support. He was content as a cucumber standing between the two of them. His smile stretched ear to ear so much that it squinted his eyes like a doped up puppy.
"He's like this because of me. I'll take care of him. You should go back and rest."
"Alright. Thanks," Riley said as he backed away. "Feel better soon."
Ross' brows furrowed, confused as to why Riley was leaving him. He reached out after him as he left. "Aye luv ya mate... Don' ferget it!" he called after him as the doors started to close and he was left with his arm draped over Petra's shoulders. After a moment, he looked over at her. His hand that rested on her shoulder raised as his fingers started to twirl a lock of her hair. "Yer so beautiful... Even when yer angry... Soooo angry." He smiled the best he could toward her as he let his hand fall from her shoulder, moving to support himself against the side of the elevator. He raised his hand to rub his nose and winced the second he did, forgetting it was broken. "Shite."
Ross might have fallen asleep, or was he resting his eyes? It didn't matter. He heard the elevator doors open. He let his head roll against the wall as he slowly opened his eyes finding Riley standing before him. "Oh boy." Riley hurried to his side, bending down to meet him. "As if getting your entire face rearranged wasn't enough, Ross? What the hell?"
He chuckled, waving his friend off. "Did y'know alcohol and morphine don' mix?" Ross smiled at Riley as slid his arm under him pulling him up to his feet. Ross let himself lean against his friend, smiling up at him. "You, sir... Are a wonnerful mate. D'you know that?"
"Let's take you back, yeah?"
Ross pouted slightly, poking Riley's cheek. "Ooookay. Parteh pooper."
The doors opened again. Ross kicked out his leg preparing to start walking but realized Riley didn't move. He looked up finding none other than his Red standing before him. God did she look beautiful, even with her arms crossed over her chest. Why ya so angry, beautiful? He smiled weakly between the beauty and his friend.
"Give him here."
"What?"
Ross looked between the two lethargically. Petra entered the elevator, pressing a button, then took Ross' other side for support. He was content as a cucumber standing between the two of them. His smile stretched ear to ear so much that it squinted his eyes like a doped up puppy.
"He's like this because of me. I'll take care of him. You should go back and rest."
"Alright. Thanks," Riley said as he backed away. "Feel better soon."
Ross' brows furrowed, confused as to why Riley was leaving him. He reached out after him as he left. "Aye luv ya mate... Don' ferget it!" he called after him as the doors started to close and he was left with his arm draped over Petra's shoulders. After a moment, he looked over at her. His hand that rested on her shoulder raised as his fingers started to twirl a lock of her hair. "Yer so beautiful... Even when yer angry... Soooo angry." He smiled the best he could toward her as he let his hand fall from her shoulder, moving to support himself against the side of the elevator. He raised his hand to rub his nose and winced the second he did, forgetting it was broken. "Shite."
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Tobia's phone buzzed shortly after he sent the text. He illuminated the screen to read over the message.
He sighed, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. It wasn't his place to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. He figured eventually she would understand why Ross did what he did. Or hopefully she would. Tobias would have done the same thing if he had the power. He set his phone down on the table and just as he did so, something caught his eye up in the sky above the tower.
Tobias rested his hands in his lap as he willed the metal in the wheelchairs wheels to roll him out from under the umbrella. He looked up into the sky, surprised to see none other than Wynne flying above. Regardless of her wounds or anything else she seemed light as air and free, he could see the blood stained her white feathers. He found himself smiling slightly at the sight, not of the blood but of her freedom. He was able to make himself levitate on the occasion and knew the weightless sensation of it.
Then everything in her flipped like a switch when she saw him. She quickly landed on the rooftop, and pulled the tie of her hair. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as she was evidently embarrassed by him seeing her.
"... I can leave. Didn't mean to interrupt." He motioned his thumb over his shoulder as he commented about leaving. Tobias' gaze fell to her wing where she was bleeding, her stitches having being ripped out. "You should get that cleaned up before you're infected. I can do it if you don't want to go back to the hovering nurses." He gave a sympathetic smile.
After a moment, he tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. Tobias nodded his head toward her and willed the chair to turn and start back toward the elevator. He always loved the roof, but it looked like someone else needed it more than him.
Tobia's phone buzzed shortly after he sent the text. He illuminated the screen to read over the message.
Message from : Petra Maximoff
"I'm not his chaperone."
"I'm not his chaperone."
He sighed, locking his phone and sliding it back into his pocket. It wasn't his place to tell her what she should or shouldn't do. He figured eventually she would understand why Ross did what he did. Or hopefully she would. Tobias would have done the same thing if he had the power. He set his phone down on the table and just as he did so, something caught his eye up in the sky above the tower.
Tobias rested his hands in his lap as he willed the metal in the wheelchairs wheels to roll him out from under the umbrella. He looked up into the sky, surprised to see none other than Wynne flying above. Regardless of her wounds or anything else she seemed light as air and free, he could see the blood stained her white feathers. He found himself smiling slightly at the sight, not of the blood but of her freedom. He was able to make himself levitate on the occasion and knew the weightless sensation of it.
Then everything in her flipped like a switch when she saw him. She quickly landed on the rooftop, and pulled the tie of her hair. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly as she was evidently embarrassed by him seeing her.
"... I can leave. Didn't mean to interrupt." He motioned his thumb over his shoulder as he commented about leaving. Tobias' gaze fell to her wing where she was bleeding, her stitches having being ripped out. "You should get that cleaned up before you're infected. I can do it if you don't want to go back to the hovering nurses." He gave a sympathetic smile.
After a moment, he tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. Tobias nodded his head toward her and willed the chair to turn and start back toward the elevator. He always loved the roof, but it looked like someone else needed it more than him.