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As she was talking he turned to bury his head into the pillow he was laying on. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do here. Za wasn't ever really,...in this sort of position. He was always the guy on top, hard to approach, nothing but evil. Right? So how did he end up like this, looking at her again, he narrowed his eyes. Picking his head up, he turned onto his side, resting his head in his right hand then.

"What if it's not something I want to talk about?" Za is questioning, drumming his fingers against the side of his head a little bit. But it was a surprise to him, that she wanted to be friends. He usually had to manipulate people to hang out with him. And here she was, willing to do it herself. How was he supposed to deal with that, when he was, who he was? Moving to sit up he turned his head from her "I don't have friends, I have minions."

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Giving a mostly innocent look over her as she giggled, he was tempted to raise the rate. A faint grin on his lips he imagined it must have been a good thing, her giggling like that, after everything "Seven's are perfect." Perfect in that they weren't perfect, and that was perfect, because she was unique, but beautiful still. When she poked a finger into the side of his face his eyebrows rose for a moment "An eight." Giving a nod, he would imagine himself to be lower, but not too much so.

Straight through his brain. As he collapsed (after what had to be a painful death) the two dragons that had circled in a protective ring around Wanda once more flew into the sky, their large mouths opened, and engulfed the two others, bodies charred straight to the bone.

Wanda felt the heat around her, but not burning her and she pulled at the bindings that had been put on her hands. These people knew exactly how to stop her using her powers and that was it. She watched with pleasure as the fire dragon around her burned through the eyes of the orderly that was standing over her. Then charred the others to ash. Tossing her dark hair from her face, she looked at her would-be-rescuer. "Are you stalking me?" 

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Watching after her for a moment, Raife lift his head slightly, then quickly turned his head, already working on a way to deal with the problem as he listen to her "I wont." Raife mutters, almost inaudiable. As she returned in the next moments, he moved to sit, holding himself a little bit as his injuries stung. While being a witch, himself, it wasn't easy to cast spells on himself, not with his particular school of magic, anyway. At her comment of not caring about the other person, he shrugged one shoulder "So be it." Raife sits up to let her get a better view of the wounds "It'll be dealt with."

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Finnian blinked as she spoke up, then nodded, smiling as he brought a hand up to cover hers resting on his face "Oh. Well. Good. It is a very earth costume, then, I'd say." He might have seen it in a movie recently, but he wasn't going to tell her that. But he did want to know what it was like, so he could better understand why humans did it.

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The alien was sat on the bus, minding his own business, he liked to observe from here. Some humans could be quite fascinating, in a tight can called a bus, rolling around. Getting into accidents, fights because people stood too close. Or...other things the way of public indecency. Humans certainly could to fascinating things, and also were completely oblivious to the fact that...not everyone was human on the bus. Him, for one. But for second, the woman who had come onto the bus and was sat next to him now "Oh?" He asked Wanda looking up from his book.

"Well, it's good, to do the simple thing, some times. Buses are fascinating to me. Mostly for the engagement." Finnian commented with a grin. Though at her question he shook his head "Well we aren't there, yet. And unless you know where it is we are going. Then you tell me, is it still a surprise?" He asked her, dropping his attention to the book again, turning the next page a moment later "It will be a nice treat, trust me."

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Inhaling deeply, his breath shaky as he continued to tremble. He closed his eyes, trying to focus, he had been through this before. Though most had been suppressed by the brainwashing from HYDRA. James could feel it rattle in his chest, the panic gripping tightly as the muscles tensed in his body. These, this freedom, this inability to stop it now, was newer, he hadn't had the full kit to stop them from gripping him at times. He shook his head, dropping it down a bit as she said it would be alright. But it wouldn't, at least, at that moment, he had felt like it wouldn't. He was, in his mind, dying all over again, and again, over and over.

The volume of the world around him was on high, voices blocks away tuning into his peak hearing, the tiny hairs along his body stuck up on end, feeling even the minutest shifts and movements, the waves in the area around him, hitting him, irritating his skin. Though she kept talking, he tried, he was trying to focus on her force, on his own inner voice, on things nearby, less outside of himself. James takes in another deep breath, holding it for a moment, then releasing, before repeating this, his heart pounding in his chest "They're all in pain. So much pain. A siren-A scream...It's constant." He muttered absently. Pacing, then, he's groaning "I need to get outta here- go somewhere- I-" Pausing he inhaled a hiccupy breath.

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Eying the younger woman as she had moved in closer, he crooked a finger into the book, giving her more of his attention then. Then, at her words, he gave a shrug "It is fine. The lovely thing about books, is that you do not need to rush through them." It was, in his experience, better to take your time with them, even. Helmut gave a nod as she had continued "Of course. Sokovians have always been the one's to suffer. If not from our own leaders, than the mistakes of others."

Perhaps the initial bombing that had killed her parents, was not exactly a mistake, all in all. But, the name behind the authorization for those bombs was certainly not facing any just punishment for them. This visit was temporary, as it could be imagined, since, he was technically supposed to be in prison. But he got bored, and didn't want to be there anymore "Yes. I think I will-" He made a face, thinking, then nodded "It is nice to have such familiarity. Despite her being a few years younger than he is, they still grew up closely enough to understand, what the the remaining citizens of their destroyed country was feeling.

Then there was their equally devastating losses of family offering a faint grin he ducked his head in royal elegance " As long as you would like me to be around." Both of them were certainly causing some bit of trouble for the Avenger's, in either case.

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Helmut gave a snarky little grin toward Wanda as he got comfortable "Well, bedside manner would make me wish to die less." He commented glancing down "If that is any incentive for you." He added. As she spoke on patching wounds his head lulled for a moment, focusing on her "Alright--" As she moved to him he pulled away a bit, eying her cautiously before moving to focus them on her face. Peeling his bloodied hand from the wound in his side. He let her look "What do you mean not intentionally? Did you not just say you have patched up enough wounds before?" The wound had a slight burn around where a puncture had been. He had clearly lost quite a deal of blood, as the entirety of his shirt just below the wound and the side of his pants had been soaked in the stuff. Resting on his left hand he shakily moved his bloodied right hand out of her way some more "S-ss-so, miss Maximoff. What is your first move here..."

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Helmut had moved to take point, firing at some of the men farther out with his rifle. He was trained well enough in sniping. Though as men had still managed to get within range he had to drop the rifle and move on to a hand gun. Backing up as he did. A bullet grazed his right shoulder however. Internalizing it however, Helmut continued to return fire and keep as many of the men back as he was able. However as he was stepping back to their ranks the blast happened. Everything had become blurred for him for a moment. His body had been sent flying across the field before coming suddenly to a stop as it hit something and stuck to it. For a brief few seconds his vision became bright, he could see shapes around him but everything had a blur over it. Then, his head slumped, his body went slack as he had fallen unconscious.

When Wanda had come over his pulse clearly was weakening and had seemed to be in distress. As her hand brushed over his own, his hand twitched, fingers gripping lightly onto the dirt that was now staining with his blood. In the darkness of his unconscious mind, he could hear his name being called. Behind his closed eyes, it was easy to see his eyes shifting in their sockets, before slowly fluttering open. Searching for a moment, Helmut struggled to find Wanda's face. Lightly, he gasped, his lips parting as he was trying to speak. It was clear he was in some amount of shock. His eyes moved toward Wanda's own wound.

Bringing his hand up he gently held it "Wanda...you're hurt...-I'm fine...-" He grinned, not really knowing how badly wounded he was, since he couldn't even feel it "I-i-i- just need. J-just nee-n-need ...a moment...I-I think I h-h-hit my hea-h-he-hea-head ...hard." He blinked, turning his head weakly from one side, to the other "You did great..."

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Helmut raised an eyebrow, mostly impressed by Wanda's skill improvement. He knew there was still quite a ways to still go, with this kind of thing being new to her. But they seemed to both be enjoying this together, in the end. Though as he went to pull back from her and Wanda brought the practice sword, still heavy, and having a rather narrow edge to it despite it being for practice he hissed, dropping his own sword and pulled his hand back a bit, instinctively as some blood welled up from the broken skin on his wrist.

Letting off a small hum, he shakes his head as Wanda came to him, grabbing his arm. Lowering his head a bit, he looked toward the accidental injury "It's fine...Wanda...these things happen." He assured her. Turning his hand a bit he glanced up to her "Though we might have to put this kind of practice off a bit, it needs time to heal." He reached his uninjured hand out, grabbing her right forearm delicately "Don't worry. I am not so fragile."

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Helmut assumed it was just another thing that the Avengers had failed to do in the end. He looked to one side, frowning as she spoke "People, as you can expect in such a situation, have become very hostile." But it was best to keep Wanda with the children. When her hand came to his face he closed his eyes "We will need to be more strategic." He glanced toward where the children were at " It gives me a bad image of what they will have to grow up in." He couldn't imagine the twins having to navigate this destroyed world.

Though he knew they couldn't hide them from it entirely. If they were to navigate it at all. Helmut glanced to her when she asked where he was hurt. Pulling away he dropped the bags of items he scavenged in this latest trip "Mostly it is their blood. There seems to be little to no ammo left at this time." At least where they were currently looking for things. Thankfully Wanda's magic had done a lot in helping their efforts these days "Seeds. No actual live stock, yet." He gestured to the bag. Unbuttoning his shirt he shrugged his wounded shoulder out of the shirt, looking at it "Not bad, considering."

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When Wanda had come over to him and wrapped her arms around him he dropped his head into her chest, hiding his face for the time being. Tears continued to slip down from his eyes. It was hard. He had barely any time with all this going on to actually do this kind of thing. Keeping up the cold, calm, calculated side of him was his only defense. But it wasn't healthy. It was just his way of trying to push through the pain and grief until he eventually could end it, all of it. Though, as this had so clearly failed to happened. Where was he to put it now...

So he continued to bury it. Sometimes the damn would break. He would lose control of it. In prison the guards would just sedate him until, forcing him to calm down by default. By the time he would wake up he would have already forgotten most of his depressive state of mind. The sadness remained however, always. It was just too much. Even though he had accomplished his goal in dealing with the Avengers, to remain when he knew he had nothing. Alone. For all those years, in a cell. Because he had already lost everything and everyone else beforehand. It was a never ending nightmare.

To not only have lost his son. But to be denied the right to die as his punishment, and suffer alone the rest of his days in a cold prison cell, was adding insult to an already devastating injury, and then spitting on both those wounds. Thickly, he swallowed, quietly sobbing into Wanda's frame. He should have been with them...not here! But, now that he had been kept here, on suicide watch much of the time. Locked away from others who he might use in means to escape. Caged like some monster. He had grown to understand that it wasn't his time to be with them, that his thoughts were simply irrational, and all he needed was the time to work through them.

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Erik stared at the other for a moment then turned his head away "Would it surprise you even more if I told you it was a small dog?" He questioned. Not that he was embarrassed. Smaller animals liked to get underfoot. It wasn't new to him that he couldn't predict these incidents. Though as she had asked the right question, he supposed "Keen eye. Good. But perhaps it is as simple as something like that." Once comfortable he looked down toward his arm and then moved to lift up his shirt a bit, seeing some bruising starting. He would not say exactly what happened. But the deflecting with tripping was a very close description of what may, or may not have happened for him to get these wounds. Some could probably say, maybe he tripped over his own ego...

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As she moved her hand to her stomach he dropped his eyes down toward it for a moment. Seeing she was quiet swelled. Swelled enough to notice that she must have indeed been pregnant, if one paid close enough attention. He looked back up toward Wanda's face and nodded as she confessed her nervousness to him "Yeah? A first child can be that way. My Ma would tell me." He looked away briefly, thinking of his mother for a moment. He had certainly missed her "But I am sure the two of you have a handle on everything." He reached out gingerly "May I?" He asked, though continued to listen to her and grinned a bit.

"You would make a great mama.  That kids gonna be so loved, and if you need a few extra hands. Don't be shy, Uncle Bucky will be here to teach them how to assassinate." He teased lightly. Then pulled his hand away after a moment "Twelve weeks, whew. Still got a journey to go, though." He was sure twelve weeks was to make sure the baby was healthy enough to make it through the rest of the pregnancy. He had been reading up on these things, considering..."Maybe the baby will have little friends it's own age in the coming years." Thinking it over " With the other Avenger's getting older, and that." Insisting half joking that he was going to be stuck baby sitting most of the Avenger's, it almost made him want to desert and run off to some pirate island in the middle of the ocean.