My hands tingle as the red glowing mist flows from my finger tips, controlling some blocks infront of me making them float around. I can hear Pietro's thoughts in the cell next to mine feel his pain the same as mine.. Both of us unable to distract ourselves while trapped inside these cells, our bodies are done with these experiments. When we first volunteered we thought we could change the world. Help. But we can't, now we're stuck here as their weapons and it's our own fault.

(Super open beginning.)