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[Not quite 15 minutes after leaving Wash in the square, Pietro sends a text with minimal explanation.]
All safe. House in tact.
[It's followed by a very blurry image of Wash's house, like Pietro decided to take it as he was running off.]
All safe. House in tact.
[It's followed by a very blurry image of Wash's house, like Pietro decided to take it as he was running off.]
Yes. Print shop a little damaged. No one hurt.
['No one' being Eloise. He'll go back and talk to her more later, the initial making sure all of his 'people' are accounted for involved going between three different areas of the city. With that confirmation though, he's a lot less shaky mentally and he's focused on damage control and taking people off the streets to somewhere safer if he can.]
['No one' being Eloise. He'll go back and talk to her more later, the initial making sure all of his 'people' are accounted for involved going between three different areas of the city. With that confirmation though, he's a lot less shaky mentally and he's focused on damage control and taking people off the streets to somewhere safer if he can.]
[ hope the pets are okay too, pietro.
wash is doing what he can where he is on the ground -- helping to move rubble, unblocking entrances to help people trapped somewhere. at the same time, with his access to sombra's monitoring networks, he has a good idea of where in the city is the most damaged and where help is likely needed -- but he's ultimately most effective where he is.
pietro, though. ]
I've got places to send you, if you're up for it.
wash is doing what he can where he is on the ground -- helping to move rubble, unblocking entrances to help people trapped somewhere. at the same time, with his access to sombra's monitoring networks, he has a good idea of where in the city is the most damaged and where help is likely needed -- but he's ultimately most effective where he is.
pietro, though. ]
I've got places to send you, if you're up for it.
[ a wording choice that doesn't go unnoticed. he'll send a few pings, descriptions that are light and brief -- some areas of the city where the damage seems most critical. but also; ]
Then let me know when you can take a breather.
[ he's seen first hand that pietro can't exactly go forever at full speed, after all. its one step removed from a specific instruction to make sure to take a break but -- he also wants to check in with him, specifically. wash knows the pattern all too well, to just distract himself and focus on something else, on helping others, but. that isn't always enough. and wash knows he may not be the right person for that, with him, but he will still try. ]
Then let me know when you can take a breather.
[ he's seen first hand that pietro can't exactly go forever at full speed, after all. its one step removed from a specific instruction to make sure to take a break but -- he also wants to check in with him, specifically. wash knows the pattern all too well, to just distract himself and focus on something else, on helping others, but. that isn't always enough. and wash knows he may not be the right person for that, with him, but he will still try. ]
[Pietro knows his limits there, and he might push them just a bit, until he actually can't run anymore and needs to sit down and rest wherever he happens to be at the time. Right now, 27 minutes after the last text, that's on the cracked front steps of some office building, where he sprawls and makes people walk around him with a wave of his hand while he focuses on breathing before he blacks out. But Wash doesn't need any of those details, and he'll be fine in a couple of minutes.]
I am breathing.
🙄
I am breathing.
🙄
[ the eye-roll is a bit much, but very like him, and if nothing else taking the time to type all of that probably means he actually is resting. a pause to consider, as wash taking a small breather too after he's helped to move a lot of rubble -- and well. he'll venture. ]
Good to know.
The damage here isn't great, but it looks like its a lot worse in the Down. Has to have been an earthquake of some kind, but. It reminded me of worse, too.
Good to know.
The damage here isn't great, but it looks like its a lot worse in the Down. Has to have been an earthquake of some kind, but. It reminded me of worse, too.
[He knows what Wash is doing, and Pietro's tempted to ignore it, but he's already mentioned some things about Tony Stark, his death, Wanda... He's seen Wash's scars, his guns and knives, knows enough about him to know he understands that type of situation and the fallout from it years later. They just haven't really talked, without Pietro being dismissive or too guarded over details.]
Novi Grad shook like that. The city where I lived.
When there were bombs, and at the end when it was being destroyed completely.
A battle with robots.
It is where I died.
Novi Grad shook like that. The city where I lived.
When there were bombs, and at the end when it was being destroyed completely.
A battle with robots.
It is where I died.
( it's complicated. natasha is an honorary member of clint's family; he and laura were both so gracious, always made sure that she knew she had a home with them. even after the kids were born, she was auntie nat. laura had never flinched in the face of her past, even her past that involved clint. but... )
not selfless, but not selfish either
i do miss him
but it's better this way
not selfless, but not selfish either
i do miss him
but it's better this way
[ wash was going to make the attempt but was entirely prepared to simply be dismissed or rebuffed, and he would've been fine with that. instead -- more. simple words, but every single one with weight, everything from just the name of the city, the mention of bombs, a battle, and -- his death. wash knows his body far too well already, could trace every single one of those bulletscars from memory. spread out like they took him down in a spray. wash's own scars are varied, criss-crossed everywhere, except for the one. vicious like lightning, spread down from the hard metal embedded at the back of his neck across his shoulders and back.
for some people he'd thank them for trusting him enough to tell them anything like this. with pietro, well. it feels a little like it'd only be rebuffed. but maybe pietro knows, anyway.
instead; ]
Back home, the Great War was against an alien threat. The Covenant. Greatest threat humanity's ever known.
They'd surround planets with ships, bombard the whole world from orbit. Called it glassing, because it causes even the dirt itself to melt into something like volcanic glass.
Happened to my home.
for some people he'd thank them for trusting him enough to tell them anything like this. with pietro, well. it feels a little like it'd only be rebuffed. but maybe pietro knows, anyway.
instead; ]
Back home, the Great War was against an alien threat. The Covenant. Greatest threat humanity's ever known.
They'd surround planets with ships, bombard the whole world from orbit. Called it glassing, because it causes even the dirt itself to melt into something like volcanic glass.
Happened to my home.
[There had been one alien attack at home, on the other side of the world in New York City. But he'd known about it, those aliens are where his powers came from, their technology. It could have been the first of many attacks, maybe larger scale later. The picture Wash paints isn't unimaginable to him. A threat that would destroy the entire planet, and seemingly methodical about it, each one just another stop on the way. For it to have a name, like an event, he expects there's a lot of 'glassed' planets out there.]
They still out there doing it?
[That one question holds a lot in it, did they win at some point, did Wash die, is the whole galaxy fucked...]
They still out there doing it?
[That one question holds a lot in it, did they win at some point, did Wash die, is the whole galaxy fucked...]
Ceasefire in 2552 with one of the alien factions. Fighting kept going for a while more, but the Covenant never had enough firepower to pull things on that scale again.
In my time, Earth and her colonies were some 800 strong, spread across the galaxy. When the war ended, that number was closer to 200. Casualty numbers aren't exactly easy to estimate, but. Over half of all humanity, at least, were killed during the war.
[ billions of lives. what wash won't mention is that, even in the face of a literal alien threat, humanity still wasn't great at not fighting with each other. more of his time was spent fighting people than aliens, something he's deeply bitter about. ]
In my time, Earth and her colonies were some 800 strong, spread across the galaxy. When the war ended, that number was closer to 200. Casualty numbers aren't exactly easy to estimate, but. Over half of all humanity, at least, were killed during the war.
[ billions of lives. what wash won't mention is that, even in the face of a literal alien threat, humanity still wasn't great at not fighting with each other. more of his time was spent fighting people than aliens, something he's deeply bitter about. ]
[Over half of all humany killed off, no matter how far they'd spread out from Earth. It's a huge scale war, but the core of it remains like every other one, destruction and determination to win from either side, likely ongoing so long they don't even remember what started it. If he'd known that had happened to some degree in his world too, about Thanos and the Snap, he might have something to conceptualise in comparison, but no one's told him what happened after he died, how bad it all got.]
Shit.
Fallout lasts for long time.
[A ceasefire doesn't mean much when there isn't a lot left to preserve. That, at least, he understands. It just becomes survival after devastation and people struggling to do even that.]
Shit.
Fallout lasts for long time.
[A ceasefire doesn't mean much when there isn't a lot left to preserve. That, at least, he understands. It just becomes survival after devastation and people struggling to do even that.]
It does.
Humanity as a whole is recovering, rebuilding. Terraforming tech exists and worlds can be recovered. The thing about being that spread far across the galaxy though is that the further you are from Sol, the less they'd give enough of a shit to send anything your way.
[ the bitterness isn't particularly subtle. wash is from an outer colony, he's never even been to earth. he understands the practicality of prioritizing, the brutal necessity of what is essentially galaxy-wide triage. he'll even defend the decision-making, in certain conversations. doesn't mean he has to like it, though. ]
Humanity as a whole is recovering, rebuilding. Terraforming tech exists and worlds can be recovered. The thing about being that spread far across the galaxy though is that the further you are from Sol, the less they'd give enough of a shit to send anything your way.
[ the bitterness isn't particularly subtle. wash is from an outer colony, he's never even been to earth. he understands the practicality of prioritizing, the brutal necessity of what is essentially galaxy-wide triage. he'll even defend the decision-making, in certain conversations. doesn't mean he has to like it, though. ]
[ hilariously the username references something that's probably more grim, depending on the point of view. ]
That's how it had to be.
I was part of a small team, during the war. Spec ops. They're basically all dead.
[ they though, not we. wash was put through some of the worst of his program had to offer, and somehow made it through. ]
That's how it had to be.
I was part of a small team, during the war. Spec ops. They're basically all dead.
[ they though, not we. wash was put through some of the worst of his program had to offer, and somehow made it through. ]
I never can.
[ he means that very, very literally. and whether or not it's good or bad? it's both. painfully, deeply both, especially for wash.
he could stop there. but after some consideration -- a venture to actually ask. ]
Your super-speed, thing. Could I ask where that comes from?
[ it doesn't really matter, and wash would take no for an answer -- he's seen many people with powers now that he doesn't need to pry into. but he is curious. war. his city being targeted and bombed. was this something he could simply always do? or was it something he was bent into, molded into, for some ambitious men with too much power and money to see if he could be pointed in a direction they wanted, no matter how much it might break whoever's involved? because that was wash. that was his team. a product and then victim of war, through and through. ]
[ he means that very, very literally. and whether or not it's good or bad? it's both. painfully, deeply both, especially for wash.
he could stop there. but after some consideration -- a venture to actually ask. ]
Your super-speed, thing. Could I ask where that comes from?
[ it doesn't really matter, and wash would take no for an answer -- he's seen many people with powers now that he doesn't need to pry into. but he is curious. war. his city being targeted and bombed. was this something he could simply always do? or was it something he was bent into, molded into, for some ambitious men with too much power and money to see if he could be pointed in a direction they wanted, no matter how much it might break whoever's involved? because that was wash. that was his team. a product and then victim of war, through and through. ]
[Pietro doesn't tend to keep the origins of his powers a secret, the idea of someone naturally possessing them wasn't something he'd thought about until he'd met Ororo and learned about her version of himself in her world, where people were born with powers. He'd told several people about the experiments, including her and Eloise, and Wash's question gets a reply without any hesitation. For Pietro, it had been choice born from desperation, to let ambitious men use him for their purposes, with no compensation but promises of getting what he needed to save his country from destruction. He'd been half responsible for said destruction in the end, though...]
I did not always have it.
It was experiment with alien technology.
They found us at a protest, said they could help us.
I volunteered to be exposed to it, Wanda too.
Did not know what would happen, only it would change us.
They were looking to make supersoldiers or something like that.
Out of all volunteers, we were only survivors.
Everyone who went before us died.
I did not always have it.
It was experiment with alien technology.
They found us at a protest, said they could help us.
I volunteered to be exposed to it, Wanda too.
Did not know what would happen, only it would change us.
They were looking to make supersoldiers or something like that.
Out of all volunteers, we were only survivors.
Everyone who went before us died.
[ eddie echoing back and affirming that quiet thread of possessiveness is -- nice, makes a quiet warmth coil in his stomach. especially the idea of it being so intentional, blatant, a touch of mutual possessiveness they're both leaning into, said in that voice. wash knows it so well by now, the way eddie's voice gets a little thicker, when more arousal pulses through him even when he's just come, lazy and sated.
he makes some soft, affirming sound. ]
You can take your time to make sure you find something we'll both like. Maybe if you keep being a good little slut for Daddy, I might reward you, let you get more than one. A few different sizes for you to get used to it, work yourself up until you can learn to keep Daddy's cum inside you all day.
You want that, don't you? Me fucking you in the morning, pumping a nice load inside you, slipping in a plug so it stays with you until Daddy sees you again. [ another low, pleased hum. ] We both know how much you like having Daddy's cock and cum inside you.
Can you even stand to wait the rest of the night, baby?
he makes some soft, affirming sound. ]
You can take your time to make sure you find something we'll both like. Maybe if you keep being a good little slut for Daddy, I might reward you, let you get more than one. A few different sizes for you to get used to it, work yourself up until you can learn to keep Daddy's cum inside you all day.
You want that, don't you? Me fucking you in the morning, pumping a nice load inside you, slipping in a plug so it stays with you until Daddy sees you again. [ another low, pleased hum. ] We both know how much you like having Daddy's cock and cum inside you.
Can you even stand to wait the rest of the night, baby?
[ all pleased, soft sounds coming from his daddy amid the lewd filth they continue to delve into. the gentle but wildly hot approach that works so well for eddie, how wash has generally always spoken to him, especially once a new sort of seed is planted in his mind. not at all a new concept to be full of daddy's cock and cum, but that there's something they can use, that daddy wants to put into his baby to keep it all in, well. of course eddie latched onto that.
he makes soft sounds of his own, acknowledging and brief, tiny hums through wash's words. his lips press together, low reflexive exhale at being a good little slut for daddy, for being rewarded for it. this will give him a good deal to think about, to research himself, and oh how he will.
a louder hum of affirmation over just how much he wants that, air leaving him as he considers how good all of that would feel. eddie's grin perks back up, the expression clear in his tone when he answers. ]
Giving me a reminder of you, all day? Yeah. I want that.
But, no, not really, I can't stand it. [ he breathes sharply in. ] But...I don't know that I've taken enough different cocks to really...feel like I've overdone it. Haven't really been all that bad yet. [ just, eternally a good boy for daddy, trying to slip insinuations in that definitely turn him on, but also he likes to try getting reactions, attention, from wash. ] Doesn't feel quite like I've even been that much of a slut, that I've got enough cum inside me that you'd even need to show me who I really belong to, yet.
[ he hums, long and low, tongue clicking faintly. ] What do you think, Daddy? You wanna...claim me again, already? [ spoken in a careful but light tone, meaning it but not something he's said himself a lot, at all. he doesn't really remember in that moment. ]
he makes soft sounds of his own, acknowledging and brief, tiny hums through wash's words. his lips press together, low reflexive exhale at being a good little slut for daddy, for being rewarded for it. this will give him a good deal to think about, to research himself, and oh how he will.
a louder hum of affirmation over just how much he wants that, air leaving him as he considers how good all of that would feel. eddie's grin perks back up, the expression clear in his tone when he answers. ]
Giving me a reminder of you, all day? Yeah. I want that.
But, no, not really, I can't stand it. [ he breathes sharply in. ] But...I don't know that I've taken enough different cocks to really...feel like I've overdone it. Haven't really been all that bad yet. [ just, eternally a good boy for daddy, trying to slip insinuations in that definitely turn him on, but also he likes to try getting reactions, attention, from wash. ] Doesn't feel quite like I've even been that much of a slut, that I've got enough cum inside me that you'd even need to show me who I really belong to, yet.
[ he hums, long and low, tongue clicking faintly. ] What do you think, Daddy? You wanna...claim me again, already? [ spoken in a careful but light tone, meaning it but not something he's said himself a lot, at all. he doesn't really remember in that moment. ]
[ eddie asks if wash wants to claim him, light but with emphasis on the word, and it's enough to draw a low sound from him -- a rumble, a growl, something almost instinctive and possessive.
his actual verbal response comes a moment or two later, after some consideration. ]
Never too early for me to remind you whose cock you're obsessed with, hm?
But, mm. You should go back and enjoy yourself, much as you can. So desperate for me that without me there you're just gonna try to get someone to fuck you and see if it feels the same, but you know it won't. [ a bit of a purr to it, now, wash considering, thinking. ] You should leave when you're ready to. Whether it's because you want Daddy inside you and you just can't stand it anymore, or you've just gotten enough of everyone else, or maybe you've gotten yourself worn out being a greedy little slut on everyone else's cocks and you've forgotten that Daddy's still going to get a piece of you at the end of the day, whether you like it or not.
[ not really, of course, but they've talked a little about it, enough for him to play at it. and while he would like to have eddie with him right now, sitting at his feet and cleaning off his mess with his mouth and tongue. he's at an orgy. he should make sure to enjoy himself before calling it quits. ]
his actual verbal response comes a moment or two later, after some consideration. ]
Never too early for me to remind you whose cock you're obsessed with, hm?
But, mm. You should go back and enjoy yourself, much as you can. So desperate for me that without me there you're just gonna try to get someone to fuck you and see if it feels the same, but you know it won't. [ a bit of a purr to it, now, wash considering, thinking. ] You should leave when you're ready to. Whether it's because you want Daddy inside you and you just can't stand it anymore, or you've just gotten enough of everyone else, or maybe you've gotten yourself worn out being a greedy little slut on everyone else's cocks and you've forgotten that Daddy's still going to get a piece of you at the end of the day, whether you like it or not.
[ not really, of course, but they've talked a little about it, enough for him to play at it. and while he would like to have eddie with him right now, sitting at his feet and cleaning off his mess with his mouth and tongue. he's at an orgy. he should make sure to enjoy himself before calling it quits. ]
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