[ 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.
[ wash tends to be careful about asking people things, whether or not they're secret: information is everything, and things even carelessly shared with him will never go away. ]
Volunteered, huh. I guess I was kind of the same. Feels like the only thing as universal than war are all the vultures that circle to exploit it.
[ there's always experiments, always supersoldiers, incalculable risks and prices to pay that seem to mean nothing to people with enough power. wash had been blackmailed, more or less, but. he thinks he would've signed up for it anyway, no matter what. ]
It is exactly like that. No matter what century, no?
[2552 is a long way ahead of him, and Pietro isn't the least bit surprised there's still massive scale war and profiteering from it, whether it be money or power.]
[ it would be nice if they could escape from such a fate. but in everything wash has ever seen? inevitable. always. all they can do is try to live within it. try to be more than what war made them. ]
Did that little alien tech experiment have anything to do with why your Novi Grad was targeted?
Yes. We were usually in the middle of war, but overlooked, you know? They would say Sokovia is nowhere important, but in the way of everywhere that is. Collateral damage. This time, facility with experiments was targeted. After, it became base for the robot who wanted to destroy all life to start over. Big mess.
[ yikes. that strikes a few chords. wiping out life to start over seems to be a theme. ]
Yeah. Place where I grew up was usually overlooked, too. Until it wasn't.
[ until the unsc ran military training, operations, recruitment and more out of their back yard. again, a pause, and -- he isn't sure if he should venture, tends to be careful about prying with anyone he even remotely gives a shit about, and he does care about him. but. ]
Wasn't just when you died, was it. [ its not a question. bombs, and then later in the end. the way pietro had trembled in front of him, the way he'd seen everything being destroyed, the way he was afraid of all of it crumbling again -- that last one killed him. but he'd survived the bombs before, maybe even multiple times over. him and his sister, him and wanda. ] You've found something here. I'm glad you have that.
[If it wasn't bombs, it was gunfire and tanks in the streets. It hadn't seemed anything strange, anything wrong, because it's what he'd known. Until he'd been old enough to understand the way his mother would look out the window when the rapport of gunfire was too close, or why his father stayed up so late sometimes, chair positioned by the door to the apartment, expecting a raid that day based on rumours or someone else's over-vigilance. He'd barely gotten that grasp on it all before it became so real in an instant.]
It should not have bothered me like it did. The shaking, the noise.
[But he'd been away from it long enough that he'd started to feel safer, had enough peace, something else to think about. And part of him forgot.]
[ wash is lucky, in that way: he didn't grow up in war. life was rough, but the war was far away and unreal, talked about in broadcasts and, rumors, calls for recruitment. his first taste of what the war really meant came -- later. ]
I don't know if it should not have bothered you. Doesn't matter how long it's been or how used to it you get. Sometimes something happens, and its like you never left.
Having something to lose can bring that into focus. For better, for worse.
[ wash hasn't seen it with his own eyes that much, but -- he gets the sense of it, even though they've had scarce few conversations outside of the context of sex. for all his arrogance, pietro's not selfish. he does genuinely help people, and clearly, letting him focus on that would be beneficial for everyone involved. ]
Back to work.
[ good talk, buddy. back to doing what they both can. ]
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Someone has to be last on the priority list.
[He gets that too.]
Does not mean you are expendable.
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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. ]
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[He leaves that open whether it's a good or bad thing, for him personally it depends on the situation.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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Volunteered, huh. I guess I was kind of the same. Feels like the only thing as universal than war are all the vultures that circle to exploit it.
[ there's always experiments, always supersoldiers, incalculable risks and prices to pay that seem to mean nothing to people with enough power. wash had been blackmailed, more or less, but. he thinks he would've signed up for it anyway, no matter what. ]
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No matter what century, no?
[2552 is a long way ahead of him, and Pietro isn't the least bit surprised there's still massive scale war and profiteering from it, whether it be money or power.]
Inevitable.
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[ it would be nice if they could escape from such a fate. but in everything wash has ever seen? inevitable. always. all they can do is try to live within it. try to be more than what war made them. ]
Did that little alien tech experiment have anything to do with why your Novi Grad was targeted?
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We were usually in the middle of war, but overlooked, you know?
They would say Sokovia is nowhere important, but in the way of everywhere that is.
Collateral damage.
This time, facility with experiments was targeted.
After, it became base for the robot who wanted to destroy all life to start over.
Big mess.
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Yeah. Place where I grew up was usually overlooked, too. Until it wasn't.
[ until the unsc ran military training, operations, recruitment and more out of their back yard. again, a pause, and -- he isn't sure if he should venture, tends to be careful about prying with anyone he even remotely gives a shit about, and he does care about him. but. ]
Wasn't just when you died, was it. [ its not a question. bombs, and then later in the end. the way pietro had trembled in front of him, the way he'd seen everything being destroyed, the way he was afraid of all of it crumbling again -- that last one killed him. but he'd survived the bombs before, maybe even multiple times over. him and his sister, him and wanda. ] You've found something here. I'm glad you have that.
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[If it wasn't bombs, it was gunfire and tanks in the streets. It hadn't seemed anything strange, anything wrong, because it's what he'd known. Until he'd been old enough to understand the way his mother would look out the window when the rapport of gunfire was too close, or why his father stayed up so late sometimes, chair positioned by the door to the apartment, expecting a raid that day based on rumours or someone else's over-vigilance. He'd barely gotten that grasp on it all before it became so real in an instant.]
It should not have bothered me like it did.
The shaking, the noise.
[But he'd been away from it long enough that he'd started to feel safer, had enough peace, something else to think about. And part of him forgot.]
I have, and I want to keep it.
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I don't know if it should not have bothered you. Doesn't matter how long it's been or how used to it you get. Sometimes something happens, and its like you never left.
Having something to lose can bring that into focus. For better, for worse.
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I think it makes all the difference.
[Having something to lose again.]
Break is over, yes?
I will text you later.
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Back to work.
[ good talk, buddy. back to doing what they both can. ]