"I didn't want you to worry," Stephen sent one book back to the shelf, picking up another. "Besides, your not my mother, Maximoff. And, even though you might have forgotten...you're not my girlfriend either. I don't have to run every move I make by you."
                              
"I didn't forget that." Wanda gritted her teeth, "I just forgot you were such an asshole." She then walked away from him, heading to the door.
                              
"Wanda," He appeared in front of her, a hand holding her wrist, he felt the inside of her veins boil, red streaking up into her palms. "I'm sorry...we don't need to fight again."
                              
"You're right," She calmed, walking back into the library, moving them into the open space. "As long as you teach me."
                              
He drew out a sigh, "You're gonna owe me for this." Stephen took her hand, spreading out her fingers, he took two of her fingers. She looked visibly confused, "Don't worry I'm not going to do anything weird."
                              
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of metal in his hands, it was a Sling Ring. He placed it in her hands gently. 
                              
"You'll have to follow my instructions very carefully," Stephen told her, "I didn't get this on the first try. You're lucky you're not getting thrown into the deep end like I was."
                              
He didn't even move and before she noticed they were in the area where she'd seen him practice many times before, the training room where there was enough space to perform a spell like this. 
                              
It was a space that seemed to be secluded from the rest of the sanctum, with long leafed plants, the floor made out wood instead of marble but it had the same lightless interior. 
                              
"Copy me carefully," He had his own ring on his fingers, he drew his hands out. He watched as her fingers twitched, similar to the way she drew out energy, he smiled as she picked up the gestures quickly.
                              
"All you need to do is focus..." Stephen showed her an example, drawing out a small spark in front of him, "If you fight it, it won't work. You need to visualize the destination in mind clearly, every single detail."
                              
He continued as he saw her struggle, "It's not like using your powers, you don't control the powers of the mystic arts. You have to surrender to its current and use its power as your own...someone once told me, you can't beat a river into submission."
                              
Then Wanda opened the gateway, the size increased slowly, the circle gradually becoming larger. She smiled once it was the tumbling orange sparks she knew. 

                              
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PIETRO MAXIMOFF WAS getting woefully used to taking things slow, things with Steve Rogers we're moving at a snail's pace. He didn't pick up on anything that he was very clearly laying down. Pietro knew he wasn't doing it out of spite but it had gotten to the point where it was heartbreaking.
                              
It was just cruel irony that he was being the slow one now, wrapped up in bed with no strength. He let out a few coughs, clearing his throat turned into a huge coughing fit as he keeled over the side of the bed.
                              
"Here..." Steve Rogers was beside the bed, he held out the bowl to him, waiting for him to vomit - which he did, pouring out contents from just a few minutes ago. 
                              
He had just gotten the stubborn young man to eat and it was barely anything, just a few small pieces of half an apple. Steve was old enough that he thought fruit solved anything and everything. 
                              
"God, Pietro, you can't throw up your food," Steve scolded as if he could help it, "You'll starve...is there anything you can think of that doesn't make you nauseous?" 
                              
"Not anything you can get me..." His voice was croaky and hoarse, it was barely a whisper. 
                              
"Oh, well is there anything else I can do for you?" He sighed when Pietro shook his head, he felt useless. His hand went to soothe him as he entered another coughing fit, running smooth circles around his back. 
                              
"I-I'm fine," Pietro said but he still choked on mucus in his throat and when Steve put the back of his hand to his head, it was burning hot.
                              
"Jesus Christ..." Steve rushed to the mini-fridge, forgetting the fees that would follow as he tipped over the cans inside to grab a bucket of ice.
                              
He wrapped the ice inside a cloth, pressing it to the speedster's head. Pietro immediately pushed him away, "No...you can't do that. I'll get cold. It's just a fever."
                              
"At least let me get you some water," Steve was only now paying attention to how his lips were turning blue, his eyes red and puffy, and how his skin looked pale. "Where is Sam with the medicine? Damn it, I'll have to get it myself..."
                              
Steve rushed to up from his bedside, onto his feet again, already heading to the door, he was paused by Pietro's hand, grabbing onto his wrist. 
                              
"Don't leave," Pietro smiled weakly, "It's my only request..."
                              
"I'm not leaving you," Steve held onto his wrist tightly, "As long you promise me the same thing?"
                              
Panic struck through him the second he found out Pietro was sick, the 온라인카지노게임 he'd told him made him worry. It kept running circles in his mind, could he be dying? 
                              
"I'll try and walk it off."
                              
Before he could argue with the fact that he shouldn't be making jokes, the door flew open and they saw the flame-haired woman standing there, hands occupied with holding bags. 
                              
"Pietro!" The other twin hurried to his bedside, she dropped the bags at the door. The Captain moved out of the way, disheartened at the interruption of what he realised was a moment. "I'm so sorry, I would've come sooner but Stephen told me that you were okay and I had this feeling that you weren't feeling well and..."
                              
"Wanda, Wanda...." Pietro stopped her mid-sentence, "I'm going to be fine, the two idiots are taking great care of me." 
                              
"I brought Sokovian goulash," She smiled, her head turning towards the bags, "I know it's your favorite sick treat."
                              
"I've missed you," Pietro smiled back as she grabbed his hands, layering a soft kiss on them.