[He grew up in a troubled country. This isn't the first time that Pietro opens his eyes to the sound of gunfire. He sits up quickly, eyes going to the nearest door, looking for someone or something to burst through it. He's more unsettled by the heavy silence that follows when the sound stops.
The question of where is answered by the glowing sign, or so Pietro thinks, because it makes sense that he would be waking in the medical bay. But where there should be bandages, there are only bullet holes in the same bloodstained shirt that he hit the dirt in. He pokes a finger through one, but that's where the hole stops. His flesh is mended. There's no pain, none except-]
My sister.
[Wanda is not there, and now there's fear. Pietro pushes through the doors, but pauses long enough to read the message scrawled on another.]
Why tell us to not go outside without a gun if the sound of using one is also what draws trouble?
[It makes no sense to him. Pietro tilts his head at the words before shrugging and pushing open the door. He's only giving the compound a quick look around before he heads beyond it, going slow at first to make sure he misses nothing.]
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The question of where is answered by the glowing sign, or so Pietro thinks, because it makes sense that he would be waking in the medical bay. But where there should be bandages, there are only bullet holes in the same bloodstained shirt that he hit the dirt in. He pokes a finger through one, but that's where the hole stops. His flesh is mended. There's no pain, none except-]
My sister.
[Wanda is not there, and now there's fear. Pietro pushes through the doors, but pauses long enough to read the message scrawled on another.]
Why tell us to not go outside without a gun if the sound of using one is also what draws trouble?
[It makes no sense to him. Pietro tilts his head at the words before shrugging and pushing open the door. He's only giving the compound a quick look around before he heads beyond it, going slow at first to make sure he misses nothing.]