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Pietro and Wanda Maximoff pass the welcome to New Orleans sign and both realize that they are here. They have never been out of the city they lived in, which was New York, so being in a new city was strange
As they drive into town Wanda takes an intake of air, feeling all of the peoples emotions. When she first got her powers it was harder to block out all of the emotions and thoughts. Still till this day she looses control, but it's easier since she found an anchor. Pietro
Pietro always told her to focus on him because they were linked in a way so it made control easier. She grabs his hand instinctively and grips tight as they pass citizens of New Orleans.
Pietro looked toward his sister to see her eyes changing as she struggles with control. Wanda always had it rough when it came to controlling her powers because she was given so many by the stone. As they make it to the apartment they are staying at he pulls into the parking lot. He looks towards his sister and takes her face into his hands
"Shh... Breathe" he whispers. She is too overwhelmed and she pulls her face away and climbs out if the car
She looks around New Orleans and feels pain, sorrow, and death. It scares her. She has never felt this much death in her life. And thats saying something
Pietro looks around before speeding in front of her, "Whats going on, sora?" he asks with a worried look on her face as she takes deep breaths
"Something is wrong here" she shakily says looking around at all the passer buyers, "Nu-mi place aici frate" she whispers
"We came here for a friend. We'll be in and out, I promise" he held her face in her hands
"I-I don't like it here brother... I can feel everything... and it isn't good" she told him quietly
"Take deep breaths little sister. Focus only on me, okay?" She nods and takes a few deep breaths. He kisses her forehead, letting go of her face but keeping her close
"Okay..." she whispers, reaching for his hand and he holds them together tightly in comfort
"Lets go. We have to find Davina" he told her
"She texted to meet at the Saint Anne Church" She said, her accent thick
"I bet I could find it in two second" he said, cockily
