Prompt: Penny and Wanda get into a fight when Wanda is mind-controlled/drugged.

Penny swung from building to building, dodging a laser beam shot her way, then flipped, landing on the balls of her feet, knees bent, beside Wanda who's whole body was covered in a red glow. The Scarlet Witch grinned over at her, nodding. "What do you think?" Wanda asked, flinging a huge chunk of concrete at the nearest flying robot droid alien thing. It had been a big enough deal that Mr. Stark had asked Penny to come along. They'd been fighting for about twenty minutes when Penny arrived, suited up and ready to fight, and for the last thirty minutes, they had been slowly, methodically getting rid of the robots that Penny had never quite gotten the backstory of.

"They're not too hard to take down...but there must be hundreds of them," Penny told her, taking a breather for just a second, then shooting a web at one of the robots that dived toward them. She pulled hard, leaping to the side and letting it crash land on the concrete. Natasha and Steve had already cleared the area of civilians, so they were free to fight without worrying too much. Still, they tried to keep the structural damage to a minimum, so Penny had been trying to keep them away from the buildings and instead, throwing them to the street which Mr. Stark was going to pay to have repaved. "Where did they come from?" She asked, speaking loudly enough that she wouldn't have to use her comms. They seemed to be attacking her more now that she was on the ground with Wanda.

"We don't know. Bruce is back at the Compound looking into it. If we can figure out who made them, we can take them down too. Stop them from doing something like this again."

"So...not alien?"

"They're definitely using alien technology," Wanda told her, taking another one down while Penny dodged, heart racing as another came diving toward them. Why were they suddenly focused on the two of them?

Just then, Captain America landed beside her, bringing up his shield to protect both of them from the debris that had been flying their way. Penny barely noticed...her suit was thick enough to protect her from most of it, but she was sure she had a couple of cuts and bruises. She'd be fine, though. "You two okay?" He asked, and she nodded.

"They're coming after me more when I stay in one spot." He flung his shield at one giant robot while Penny shot a web at another. They moved like giant grubs, undulating and flying in ways that didn't make much sense. But they were fast, with sharp noses and bodies in spikes. They seemed to attack mostly by just running into things, which didn't seem to Penny like the most effective way to attack. Still, who was she to question the weird alien-like robots attacking New York. Others could shoot lasers, and those were the ones to watch out for.

"Cap, I need you over here. Now." Falcon spoke into the comms. "We've got civilians trapped in here...at least thirty."

"I thought we cleared the area!" Mr. Stark cried, and Penny spotted him flying overhead, three robots on his tail, and Rhodey followed, shooting at them and trying not to let them destroy any buildings.

"I guess they were trapped!" Falcon called, and Steve took off in his direction, leaving Penny and Wanda once more to fight alone.

Penny didn't mind. Wanda was one of the more powerful Avengers, and one of the only ones that didn't treat her like a kid. Instead, she treated her as an equal, probably because they were the closest in age, with Wanda being maybe 20 or 21...Penny had never really asked. They worked together well, had sparred together plenty of times, and could often be found sitting together in the living room of the Compound on weekends, Penny working on school work while Wanda read a novel, the two of them fighting in companionable silence.

Penny spent a lot of her time at the Compound down in the labs with Mr. Stark where they worked together on suits or science projects or whatever else they were in the mood for. But in the evenings, she and Wanda had started watching movies together or playing card games that the others would sometimes join in. It was almost like having a sister. Penny loved it, and Wanda seemed to enjoy her company, so she was happy to fight alongside her friend.

Then, before Penny's spider sense could even go off, Wanda cried out, dropping to her knees. "Wanda!" She called, turning to find the girl grabbing her neck, then pulling something out...it looked like a needle. She groaned, swaying on her knees, and would have collapsed had Penny not leaped to her side, slamming a fist into the robot thing that had gotten close enough to stick her with it. It didn't look like any of the other spikes...this one was blue and green, swirling colors coming to a point of dark red, the whole thing about six inches long. Penny swore under her breath, looking around and finding that no one was nearby...not even the robots seemed to be bothering them anymore.

"Penny?" Wanda murmured, and Penny got an arm under her. No one ever called her by her first name while they were fighting. Ever.

"It's okay. I'm going to get you somewhere safe." She assured her, turning and crouching a little. "Hang on to my back. Wrap your arms around my neck. You're not heavy." Wanda clumsily followed her directions, blood dripping from the wound on her neck, but her pupils were dilated, eyes trying to roll back. Penny got her into position, then webbed her hands together around Penny's neck so that she wouldn't fall off. "Um...hello?" She asked, still not 100% sure if she was supposed to be using the comms.

"We copy, Spidergirl. Everything okay?" Mr. Stark asked, patient as ever.

"Wanda got hit. Some kind of needle or something...she's unconscious. Can I...I need to get her somewhere safe."

"Take her to the Tower. It's closest. Bruce is on his way in the jet." Steve ordered.

"You need a lift?" Iron Man asked, but she knew they were all still dealing with the robots. She could do this.

"No...I'm okay." She shot a web at a close by building, swinging into the air as quickly as she could, too worried about her friend to enjoy the familiar thrill of swinging through New York.

"Okay. Call if she starts to get worse. Bruce should be there in thirty minutes, tops." Steve told her. She swung, making it to the tower in less than ten minutes, landing on the outside of the top floor of the building which was Mr. Stark's private level. She had access, though, and FRIDAY opened the closest window, admitting her and updating her on Wanda's condition without being asked.

"Hello, Penny. Wanda seems to be regaining consciousness, but her heartbeat is elevated." Penny broke away the webs holding her friend's hands and eased her onto Mr. Stark's sofa, knowing he wouldn't mind. Penny had once staggered into the room after being stabbed and he'd pushed her down onto the sofa, incredulous that she was worried about bleeding on his furniture.

"You're more important than this sofa, Penny." He'd snapped. "People are more important than furniture."

She hurried into the bathroom, pulling off her mask as she went and placing it on the TV table, then found a first aid kit, carrying it back into the living room. She was surprised to see that Wanda was sitting up, a hand against her head as she swayed a little. "Wanda?" She asked, pulling out a tiny bottle of alcohol and a piece of gauze to put over the wound on the side of her neck that sat right above her collarbone. She hadn't had any trouble breathing, so she knew it hadn't hit her jugular or anything too important. Still, who knew what could be on that alien crap. She would have guessed a sedative, with the way Wanda had been acting. But now her friend was staring at her, blank faced. "Hey, it's okay. I'm just going to put this on your neck. Who knows what kind of alien germs…" Her voice cut out when Wanda grabbed her wrist in a firm grip, eyes going from the normal green to a bright, familiar red. "Wanda…"

And then she was flung backward, stumbling until she knocked against the wall. "Wanda, what?" She started, then had to duck when the coffee table was flying through the air toward her, surrounded by a red glow, then crashing into the wall and splintering into a million pieces that cut gauges in her cheek. "Wanda, stop!" She cried. "It's me! It's Penny!" A bookshelf moved from the side of the wall, flying toward her, and this time she barely managed to jump in time, feet landing on the top of the shelf, then leaping to the other side, landing closer to Wanda. "Hey! Wanda, stop!" She snapped, then gasped when something small...the remote, apparently, hit her in the head with enough force to knock her sideways.

She sprung into action, racing toward her friend, ducking under the books, an expensive looking vase full of flowers that Mr. Stark has bought Pepper, and finally, an armchair. Something was obviously wrong, but Penny wasn't wearing her mask to use the comms! The closer she got, the angrier Wanda seemed to be, and when she was finally on grabbing distance, the Scarlet Witch surrounded her with that red glow, throwing her so hard that has crashed into the giant TV on the far wall, glass going into her back as the entire thing caved in and dropped to the floor with a noise and force that made Penny's head pound.

FRIDAY. She could ask FRIDAY to send for backup. She pulled herself to her feet, ducking another projectile and tried to shoot a web...it was too hard to concentrate on aiming when Wanda was moving so quickly while throwing things at her from all sides. "FRIDAY, send for help! Tell them Wanda is drugged or something!" She called.

"Of course, Penny:". The AI answered, and Penny shot another web toward her friend. If she could just restrain her...but the webs went to the side of her as the woman dodged easily. The red glowing power surrounded her again, this time throwing her into the kitchen bar, bottles and glass shattering around her. She felt glass sticking out her back and she groaned in pain...her suit was thick, but not thick enough to keep out that much glass at that force. She was soaked and the smell of alcohol burned her nose. Really, really expensive bottles of alcohol. That belonged to Mr. Stark. Ruined.

She shot a web at the vaulted ceiling, swinging toward Wanda and managing to get close enough to land on her, taking her down and making sure to cushion her head. "Wanda, stop! It's me! It's Penny! You don't have to…" Managing to get her hand in position to shoot a web, she tried to web one of Wanda's hands as she pleaded with her friend to stop. Then she saw movement in the corner of her eye.

She gasped, words dying in her throat when a piece of glass was jammed into her stomach. "Oh…" She whispered, blinking and trying to meet her friend's blank gaze. Wanda sat up, shoving her off, and Penny dropped to the floor, mouth open as she tried to breathe. "Wanda…"

Wanda pulled back a fist and Penny felt her nose snap, head cracking against the floor. "Please…" She couldn't lift her arms...she felt heavy and numb all of a sudden, except her stomach that hurt so bad. Her head spun...everything was moving. Why was the ceiling moving? "FRIDAY…"

"Iron Man is en route. I'm sending your vitals." She heart the AI say as if from far away. Wanda's fist hit her again and she tasted blood. Blood and alcohol. She was too young to drink. But one time, Mr. Stark had given her a sip of scotch, chuckling when she had coughed and pushed the glass back to him. He'd given her a firm pat on the back.

"I'll make you a margarita when you turn 21...you'll like that a lot better." He'd promised, the look in his eyes soft and fond.

She needed him. Needed his help. Wanda was hitting her, eyes blank as her fist came down on Penny's face again and again, and Penny was wondering if she'd survive long enough to taste that margarita when there was a crash close by. Something else of Mr. Stark's had broken.

Wanda was pulled off her then...she wasn't sure how long had passed since her friend had started hitting her. Her mouth was open and she stared at the ceiling, gasping and crying, a weak hand on her stomach where the huge piece of glass still jutted out. Then someone was leaning into her field of vision, a hand touching her cheek. "Shit! Her vitals are dropping! Bruce!"

"Mr…". She whispered, not able to get his name out."

"It's okay. It's okay, honey. Hold on." He urged.

"Didn't mean…" She choked out.

"Hush, sweetheart. It's okay. Bruce! She's been stabbed. We need to get her to the Medbay!"

"I've got her." Steve stepped in, stooping and carefully...so carefully and so slowly, lifted her into his arm. "Hey, Penny. It's okay. Thor has Wanda restrained. You're okay." Penny shook her head, resting it against his shoulder and coughing, blood dripping from her lips.

"She didn't mean to."

"I know, Penny. It's okay. We're going to fix her too." Penny nodded, closing her eyes. "Hang on...just...don't sleep yet. We've got to get you into the Medbay. Bruce is going to fix you up."

She must have fallen asleep anyway, because the next thing she knew, Bruce was talking. Mr. Stark was right beside her, murmuring something, but all she could focus on was Bruce's urgent voice. "She's covered in glass. Tony, hold her upright for a second. We're going to try and get rest of it out of her back. Steve, grab me that...no...the...yeah." Something pinched her arm at the inside of her elbow, and then the pain receded...even the pain in her stomach wasn't so bad. "Hold her...there...good." He said as Mr. Stark lifted her just a little, and then there was pressure in her back. Not bad...she felt kind of dizzy but not too bad.

"Hey, honey. You with us?" She mumbled a yeah in response to Mr. Stark's question, not sure how accurate that was. "We've got you on some pain meds. How do you feel?"

"M'kay."

"Good." He brushed her hair back. "We're going to get this glass out of you...you can rest. You're going to be okay. I've got you."

Mr. Stark had her. And if Mr. Stark had her, she was safe. So she closed her eyes and let him hold her up, hoping that it would all make more sense when she woke up.

Tony banked around a building, flinching when one of the robots took off a chunk of concrete. Wanda really would have been useful at the moment, but honestly, he just hoped that she and Penny were okay. They had no idea what kind of poison these things carried, not to mention bacteria...still, Penny hadn't seemed too worried, so he figured she was okay. Bruce would be able to take care of her, and in the meantime, she had Penny.

Those two had gotten closer and closer ever since meeting. Things had been a little tense at first...after the Accords had been rewritten, the other half of the team had come back and some of them had moved back into the compound while he primarily lived in the tower. The others visited sometimes...Wanda had been leery of visiting the tower at first, but then she and Penny had met. The two hadn't really talked much at first. Then, slowly, they'd started reading in the same room, eating breakfast together...eventually, the two had become close friends. And, since Penny trusted Tony absolutely, Wanda was coming around. It was something he'd always be grateful to Penny for...she'd brought the team together, closer then they'd ever been. Everyone loved her.

"Boss, Penny is requesting help back at the tower," FRIDAY informed him, her voice urgent. He paused at that. Penny knew they were in the middle of a fight...she wouldn't call for help unless she really needed it...and even then, she might not.

Then again, maybe she just needed help finding the first aid kit.

He really hoped she just needed help finding the first aid kid.

"Patch her in."

"I'm afraid I cannot, as she is not wearing her mask. She is currently being attacked by Wanda Maximoff who appears to be under the influence of some kind of drug. Penny is not fighting back."

"What?" He whispered, already turning back toward the Tower. Swearing under his breath, he looked around. He needed someone strong. "Cap, Thor, I need you with me." He demanded, barking the order into the comm. "Hurry."

"Where?" Cap asked, and Tony was grateful that they were in a place where Steve would just trust him...they really had made progress.

"The Tower. Spidergirl is in trouble...Wanda's been drugged. She's attacking Spidey and FRIDAY says she's not fighting back." Because of course she wasn't. Because his girl loved Wanda and would never try to hurt her. Ever. Even if she was attacking her. "We need to get there now!"

"We're on our way!" Thor confirmed, and Tony glanced down to find Steve sitting on his motorcycle, Thor approaching fast, and Tony shot toward the tower, pushing his suit as hard as it could go.

The window shattered when he crashed through, not willing to waste time and use the balcony. His living room was a disaster...furniture overturned and his TV in pieces on the floor, his entire bar and supply of alcohol ruined, the floor soaked in booze. But the first thing he focused on wasn't the chaos of his stuff. It was Wanda, sitting on Penny's chest, bringing back a fist and punching his kid in the face, then pulling back to do it again.

He grabbed her before she could, fighting to grab her arms, heart stuttering at the sight of Penny on the ground, arms limp at her sides, a huge shard of glass sticking out of her stomach. She was staring up at the ceiling, mouth ajar, wheezing softly for breath. Without meaning to, he took stock of the damage. Broken nose, black eye, possible fractured cheek, concussion, bruises. So many bruises.

"Wanda!" He barked, trying not to hurt the girl but also feeling the rage rise up in his chest. She could have killed Penny. It wasn't her fault, and he knew that, but...she could have killed Penny. He tightened his arms around hers, pinning them to her sides, and then Captain America was approaching, needle in hand that he stuck into Wanda's neck. She went stiff, screaming and thrashing for a moment before going limp. Tony dropped her, letting Steve grab her, while Thor stood frozen beside Penny, mouth open, hand half-outstretched.

Tony climbed out of his suit as quickly as he could, crouching beside her and moving into her line of sight. He was speaking…probably reassuring her that everything was okay. But the glass in her stomach jutting out, and her nose and mouth dripped blood, eyes already bruising. Her pupils were huge, blown up and covering almost her entire eye. And she was laying in a growing pool of blood and glass, her suit smelling so strongly of alcohol that he flinched. She'd been thrown into the bar...Wanda had thrown her into the bar. She was full of glass...glass that they would have to remove.

Thor scooped Wanda up, taking her away, and then Bruce was there. Tony spoke in fragments, trying to explain that the girl was filled with glass and bleeding and concussed, but Bruce put a hand on his shoulder. "You've got to breathe, Tony. We're going to get her to the Medbay. Steve, can you carry her? Be careful of that glass in her stomach. We don't want to risk moving it." Steve nodded, face grim as he picked her up, easing her slowly into his arms and standing upright, then moving gingerly toward the elevator.

When they got her to the Medbay, Steve laid her in the closest bed, and Bruce immediately ordered Tony to grab towels which he pressed to the girl's stomach. "Okay. I have to remove the glass from her stomach first before it does anymore damage." He murmured, as if speaking to himself. And then he was pulling a huge, ragged piece of glass that had come from an oversized whiskey bottle out of the girl, Tony rushing in to put pressure on the jagged cut. "It didn't go too deep...she's okay. Vitals are stable...she's losing blood but her body is healing." Tony didn't want to think about what this would have been like had the girl not been enhanced.

She would have been dead.

Then he was being ordered to lift her, just enough so that Bruce could start picking glass out of her back while Steve handed over the good drugs and Bruce injected them...and then Penny was awake. She didn't seem much more coherent than before...before she'd said something about Wanda...that Wanda hadn't meant it. And sometimes Tony wondered if this girl could be any more good. Understanding. She was only sixteen, but already, she seemed to get it. Of course Wanda hadn't meant it. She'd probably never blame Wanda for this. But Tony knew he would struggle with it. The others might too. Because the girl was broken. Penny looked like she'd been hit by a truck...or the Scarlet Witch. And yet...she hadn't fought back.

She was asleep after more reassurance. He didn't know what he was saying, only that he wanted her to feel safe. So he let his mouth take over, remembering his mother and how she would comfort him when he was sick or scared. It took Bruce half an hour of painstaking, careful work to get all of the glass out of her back, then he doused her cuts with alcohol, carefully dressing the girl in pajamas while Steve and Tony turned away. He would have had Pepper do it if he could, but she was at the Compound.

When the girl was changed and asleep in her new, clean bed, he finally let himself breathe again, head dropping back against the wall. "FRIDAY, how's the team?" He asked, glancing over at Steve who had taken a seat on Penny's other side, Bruce having gone to the lower floor where Thor was waiting with a sedated Wanda.

"The Avengers have destroyed the remaining robots and are on their way back to the tower." He nodded, reaching out and taking Penny's hand. It was bandaged, along with so much of her visible skin. The cuts were healing, of course, but Bruce had warned him that, with all the damage, her healing might be a little slower, so she should remain in bed at least until the next morning. Tony was happy to keep her there. He wanted her safe. Just for a little while.

Steve left as soon as the team arrived downstairs, promising to brief them on her condition. Bruce stopped by a little later as Penny slept, letting him know that Wanda was waking and seemed to be herself again and that he was going to be taking blood samples to figure out what had happened. But all Tony could think about was all that blood...how it had covered his floor and Penny's suit...how it had dripped from her mouth and trailed down the side of her face. And her eyes, red from crying. She looked so small. He knew she wasn't...well, she was small, physically, but she was strong. Stronger than any of them. And fast and smart and brave. But she was only sixteen and he'd let her go back to the tower with an injured teammate who had turned on her.

Penny stirred, her fingers curling a little around his, and he squeezed her hand gently. "Penny?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Mhm?" She groaned, eyes squeezing tightly shut, then relaxing, then squeezing again, nose wrinkling as she fought to wake up. Tony felt himself smiling just a little, thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.

"You can do it, kiddo." He encouraged, leaning in. She finally did, eyes peeling open as she stared up at him. "There you go."

"Mr. Stark?" She slurred, pupils still too big. Bruce had reset her nose, thankfully when she was still asleep, and had assured Tony that FRIDAY was monitoring her at all times, so she could sleep. In fact, he'd told Tony, sleep would be the best thing for her, next to food, and he had a protein shake in the fridge ready for her.

"Yeah, kiddie. I'm right here." She narrowed her eyes, apparently searching her memory, then, finally, her eyes went wide.

"Wanda." She whispered. "Is she okay?"

Tony took a deep breath. "Yeah, Pen. She's okay. We sedated her and now she's back to herself as far as we can tell."

"It wasn't her fault." Penny seemed to be begging with him, and he tucked some hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail through her long hair which had been full of glass and blood before Bruce had washed it.

"I know, hon. We all know. We're going to make sure she's okay."

"I should have left my mask on." The girl murmured. Tony shook his head.

"No, kiddo. You did everything right. There was no way you could have known."

"May?"

"We haven't called her yet." Penny nodded, head seeming to sink into the pillow. "You're healing pretty fast, considering. You've got lots of cuts and the big one in your stomach, but nothing too bad." That was an exaggeration. It had been bad...but it was better now and there was no need to scare her. "Your healing is working overtime which is why you're so tired...that and the pain meds. Are you up for a protein shake?" She nodded, and he piled pillows behind her, adjusting the bed so that she was sitting up.

He watched her drink the shake, sipping the chocolate drink through a straw, and her pale face seemed to regain some color. By the end of it, Penny seemed more awake than before, shifting on the bed and glancing down at her arms which had been wrapped in gauze. "I'm sorry about your living room." He rolled his eyes fondly. Of course this kid would be worried about his crap.

"Don't worry about that, Penny. You know I don't care. All of it can be replaced." She hesitated for a second, so he leaned in. "What's up, kid?"

"Can I see Wanda?" He sighed. Tony hadn't seen Wanda since they'd taken her away, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. No, none of this was her fault...but he'd seen her on top of his kid, Penny laying in a pool of blood, punching her in the face. But Penny wanted to see her. Because Penny was better than him. So he nodded.

"Sure, kid. I'll go get her." So, leaving her with her cellphone and the remainder of her protein shake, he went first to the lab, then to the common room...and then to her bedroom, which was where he found her. He could hear noises from inside, so he went to tap on the door, but as soon as his knuckles touched it, it swung open...it hadn't been shut all the way. He glanced inside, not wanting to violate the girl's privacy, and couldn't help the way his heart clenched when he saw her.

Wanda was sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning forward, hands cupped over her face, as she watched the footage on her TV. It was Penny standing with first aid kid in hand, mask off, and Wanda on the sofa, staring blanking at the girl. The volume was turned almost all the way down, and the camera was on the ceiling, but it was a good quality video. He stood in the doorway, watching as Wanda used her magic to fling things at Penny on the screen, the girl dodging almost everything. Then Wanda had thrown her into the TV...Penny had managed to almost web Wanda once...but the woman's magic was too fast and Penny had been too dazed and too busy dodging the projectiles thrown at her to really aim.

When it got to the part where she was thrown into the bar...then when she finally restrained Wanda, his stomach dropped. Because without hesitation, Wanda reached over and grabbed a piece of glass, plunging it into the girl's stomach. And then Tony couldn't watch anymore. Couldn't stand the expression on Penny's face...fear and pain and shock. So he turned to Wanda instead.

The Scarlet Witch seemed fine, except for a bandage wrapped around her hand. Probably from where she'd grabbed the glass. "Is she okay?" Wanda asked, her voice shaky.

"Yes." Tony nodded, clearing his throat. He didn't move into her room, just hovered in the doorway. "She's awake now. Bruce got all the glass out." Wanda nodded.

"I'll be gone in the morning. Can I pack first?" He blinked, then stepped into the room, reaching out and touching her shoulder. The girl stiffened, as if waiting for a blow, but he kept the hand where it was, and she relaxed after a moment.

"You don't have to leave." He assured her, voice soft.

"I nearly killed her...I would have."

"Penny's pretty tough." He reminded her.

"You love her." Wanda looked up at him, face open and tortured. "You love her. She's basically your daughter, and I tried to kill her."

Tony wasn't going to argue with the first part. That much was true. Sighing, he gestured toward the bed and she scooted over, making room, his hand remaining on her shoulder. "That wasn't you. You wouldn't hurt her. You love her too." Wanda sighed. "I'm not going to make you leave. You were drugged. None of it was your fault." She didn't reply. "Penny asked me to get you. She wants to see you." Wanda scoffed.

"She shouldn't want anything to do with me." Tony shrugged, laughing a little.

"Who knows what goes on in that girl's head?" A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "Look, kid, I'm the poster child for blaming myself for things that aren't my fault, and I know things were...rough between us before. But I do not blame you for this. Neither does the rest of the team and, most importantly, neither does Penny." He dropped the hand he'd had on her shoulder, clasping them in his lap. "She asked if she could see you. Now, I can either tell her you're not feeling well or you can come down and listen to her assure you that none of this was your fault."

Wanda hesitated a moment before she finally stood. Tony got up with her, and together, they made their way back to the Medbay where Penny waited anxiously for her friend. Tony stood in the hallway, watching as Wanda approached, reaching out to take the hand Penny offered. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't anxious...wasn't watching for any signs of aggression.

After a long moment, Wanda sat on the bed beside her friend, whispering something he couldn't make out, and Penny leaned forward even though it must have hurt, throwing her arms around the older girl. "Keep an eye on them, Fri." He murmured, turning to give them some privacy. He'd let them talk, and in the meantime, he'd update the team.

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