[ No more hiding. They stand as one being, take a breath, together. Anger is her oldest bedfellow, even before Pietro took to sleeping between her and the door; it solidifies to resolution. Scarlet fills the room between them and it, serpentine around the creature's limbs. Her fingers shake with the fine control. Every weak point, touched feather-light. This is her part of the job. Ready. It rings, clear as a bell. Do it now. Together. ]
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