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Upon their first days with Hydra, the twins realized how secretive they were going to have to be about their soulmate. Hydra was a no nonsense type of group, and while what they did wasn't necessarily of the highest caliber, the twins couldn't help but feel that having an open incestuous relationship in front of them was probably going to only end up disastrous. Little kisses had to be sneaked, like chocolates when they were small, and affection had to be limited to a minimum, no matter how desperately they wanted it. And they did want it, badly. The pain of the experimentation left them shaking to their cores, and they desired nothing more than to share affection with their twin at the end of the day. Supposedly they would receive godly abilities by the end of it, assuming they survived. Bodies were carted out nearly daily, those too weak to withstand the agony. Wanda was horrified to see it all, and part of her feared that one of the two may not survive the procedure. Pietro had learned to ignore the queasy ache he felt as Hydra hauled out their dead, but he could never suppress the cold spike of dread he felt in his gut whenever he imagined Wanda possibly being among them.
Each night was a blessing, to be able to curl up together, holding each other close, and just knowing that they had survived made everything feel much more significant, as though each moment in their lives now held a certain gravity they had never quite felt before. Strange, considering they had been living on the rough streets of Sokovia prior to this. Though, neither twin was willing to argue that living on the streets was worse than this. Things for the twins seemed to shifted a little when Hydra brought her. Her being Mary Mirajane Winchester. The last piece to their almost completed soulmate puzzle. Her presence was like a weight beging lifted of their chest as her love and joy drowned out their ever lasting pain. Her soft kiss left them with vibrations of pure strong love. The same love that they had to hide.
Their nerves grew frayed as they attempted to avoid discovery, their heads turning at every sound they heard. Were they to be caught, there was no doubt that Hydra would separate them, possibly permanently. The fear of discovery only served to heighten their senses, making each touch feel more beautiful, each stolen kiss feel more passionate. Love making grew increasingly rare, for fear of discovery, despite the increasing amount of heavy sexual tension between them. Wanda was finally fed up with it, and after the lights went out and the guards were out of sight she crushed her lips to Mira's. Their redheaded soulmate seemed shocked at first, based on how her body tensed beside hers, but she just as quickly relaxed, and responded with equal passion. Their lips caressed each other's, savoring the feeling.
" I missed you so much, I feared that they would never give you back to us," murmured Wanda as she pulled away from the young Winchester girl.
" No, no one taking are little Phoenix," promised Pietro as he wrapped his arms behind Mirajane from the back, his chin resting on her shoulder. " Ever." Pietro quickly added while pecking her neck. Wanda nodded in a silent and mutual agreement. Wanda grabbed her two soulmates hands before leading them towards the cells large mattress. They all laid on the bed. Pietro pulled the bedsheets up to their chins, and tangled his fingers with theirs. Mira was sandwich between the two Maximoff Twins. Her head resting soundly on Pietro's chest while her back was pushed up firmly against Wanda's chest as her hand draped over her waist. Pietro shrived as she placed a small burning hot kiss to his chest.
