[Wanda wipes his face, even sure to get behind his ears. She's gentle about it.]
You find things.
[She repeats, lifting a brow. Of course he would return, do what he could. He's always had a good, warm heart in that chest, even if they were a little misguided once upon a time.]
I do not need a birthday to have an excuse to get a present for my favorite person in the world.
[sure wish that were an overstatement. he sets his hand down.]
Come on, I just change these bandages to clean ones [—they're gritty and bled over a little—] and I can run around the other neighborhood houses and have the alarms go off. Do you have fresh bandages?
[pietro knows her too well to delude himself into thinking otherwise. in any case, what he'll do is sit on the counter and let wanda unwind these bandages from his arms.]
Anyway, well, things are messy all around. After everyone disappeared and came back, right? So I have been helping those who never left. I get into big trouble some times because people are still mad about a lot of things.
Long story short, I was in a collapsing building and I ended up rolling all over my arms.
[they're all scratched up to the point of skin having being scraped off—but it's certainly started to heal up nicely! no more gooey layer or anything.]
[Wanda listens--and clicks her tongue at the damage. She hates seeing him hurt in any manner, and spent far too many nights fretting to Vision about her brother being off somewhere, hurt, dead. But the jerk has to make it difficult by being so good, so sweet, helping people.]
You need to learn how to settle down.
[She's upset. Voice stern, and she uses her powers to open a cabinet and float over the first aid kit.]
How are you supposed to play games with your nephews, hm?
[he does not want to think about the intricacies of pregnancy, much less his sister's pregnancy. he draws the line at some things—so, he quickly dismisses her words.]
It is no matter, you are where you are meant to be. Can you be a little gentle with me, at least?
[he makes a face. so, no gentleness for him (though he knows she will do her best to not cause him further pain).]
Not really, just scratches and bruises. I am planning to tell your kids a lot of fun stories, but I don't know if they'll be fun enough.
Oh, like the time I was working with two other guys and they walked into a door that led to nowhere, so as they were falling they grabbed to each other and then to my shirt. [saying this like can you believe this shit] I was upside down! With my shirt strangling my neck!
It was very lucky there was another guy with us. He helped us out.
I passed out though. It was a very bad time for me.
[As Wanda tends to his hands, she listens, the frown on her face somehow getting deeper and deeper and she reaches down to smack his thigh in a momentary pause of playing nurse.]
My boys are going to worship you. Want to be like you. Be mindful what stories you tell them.
[he plays it up as super dramatic, the slap to his thigh.]
If I cannot tell them about my survival story from a strangling shirt, then what has all this been for? I think Vision is very good for a role model. I get to show them an alternative!
[he rolls his eyes, grumbling, not quite sure what's so wrong about his heroic feat with a group of guys who just happened to be the reason his shirt strangled him?
sighing, he flexes his hands once they've been liberated from the bandages, expecting hell in the form of disinfectant.]
Okay, I will tell them stories of when you and I were children and your face was full of snot every winter.
[this stings, little sister!! pietro flinches and tries prying his arms away from her so he can flap them around and have the motion get air to dry up the disinfectant. for being a 'hero', he sure is a big baby.]
You're just calling boys gross now!
[his voice is a little higher in pitch]
I didn't need disinfectant, just new bandages, Wanda.
Boys are gross. [Duh. She watches him flap his hands. Boys are... boys.]
You look like a chicken attempting to fly. Stop that. And you don't put on new bandages without disinfectant, Pietro! That's how you get an infection and then your hands fall off.
[continues flapping his hands around on purpose... but ultimately stops. does wanda really want pietro logic (tm) to be part of the boys' lives, especially in the years they're going to be absorbing crucial information?]
[it is in the maximoff gene to be dramatic, sounds like. pietro can't wait for his twin nephews to grow to be equally or more dramatic, but chances are that vision might dampen that wonderful personality trait of theirs.
he snorts and grins wide at her words.]
Do not forget that for the next time you complain about me.
[arms bandaged neatly, he stretches his fingers by curling them inwards and outwards, and then pulls his sleeves down to cover them.]
Excellent job, Wanda. Am I un-greasy enough to stop the party and make it a family-only party?
Wanda gives Pietro a knowing smile--she prefers family over the whole neighborhood--but grabs a brightly colored comb that's clearly meant for a child to make an attack on his hair.]
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You find things.
[She repeats, lifting a brow. Of course he would return, do what he could. He's always had a good, warm heart in that chest, even if they were a little misguided once upon a time.]
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[annoyingly, he puts a heavy hand atop her head and moves her head around a little.]
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It's not my birthday. You know that.
[Because. Twins. 😎 ]
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[sure wish that were an overstatement. he sets his hand down.]
Come on, I just change these bandages to clean ones [—they're gritty and bled over a little—] and I can run around the other neighborhood houses and have the alarms go off. Do you have fresh bandages?
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[But she does take his hands. Frowns.]
Will you tell me how my favorite person hurt his hands?
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[—first of all. secondly,]
I think you are being illegal if you say that I am more your favorite than your own children. But I can share this story, yes.
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[Yes she will. Wanda lets one hand go so she can start slowly removing the bandages from the other.]
You're my favorite person. The boys are so little, they don't count as people yet. Give them five more years.
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[pietro knows her too well to delude himself into thinking otherwise. in any case, what he'll do is sit on the counter and let wanda unwind these bandages from his arms.]
Anyway, well, things are messy all around. After everyone disappeared and came back, right? So I have been helping those who never left. I get into big trouble some times because people are still mad about a lot of things.
Long story short, I was in a collapsing building and I ended up rolling all over my arms.
[they're all scratched up to the point of skin having being scraped off—but it's certainly started to heal up nicely! no more gooey layer or anything.]
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You need to learn how to settle down.
[She's upset. Voice stern, and she uses her powers to open a cabinet and float over the first aid kit.]
How are you supposed to play games with your nephews, hm?
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[oooh, fancy magic! he's easily entertained by her powers.]
Besides, they don't hurt to touch anymore. I can easily handle those squirts.
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[If she wasn't tired of the world at large, the hero thing, if the boys hadn't happened.]
They'll hurt after I clean them. Those bandages were disgusting.
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It is no matter, you are where you are meant to be. Can you be a little gentle with me, at least?
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[But she loves him so it's forgiven.]
Any other lasting injuries I should be aware of, Pietro?
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Not really, just scratches and bruises. I am planning to tell your kids a lot of fun stories, but I don't know if they'll be fun enough.
Oh, like the time I was working with two other guys and they walked into a door that led to nowhere, so as they were falling they grabbed to each other and then to my shirt. [saying this like can you believe this shit] I was upside down! With my shirt strangling my neck!
It was very lucky there was another guy with us. He helped us out.
I passed out though. It was a very bad time for me.
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My boys are going to worship you. Want to be like you. Be mindful what stories you tell them.
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[he plays it up as super dramatic, the slap to his thigh.]
If I cannot tell them about my survival story from a strangling shirt, then what has all this been for? I think Vision is very good for a role model. I get to show them an alternative!
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I know you have child appropriate stories. Maybe save that for when they're teenagers.
[Except Wanda doesn't like thinking about her babies becoming teens.]
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sighing, he flexes his hands once they've been liberated from the bandages, expecting hell in the form of disinfectant.]
Okay, I will tell them stories of when you and I were children and your face was full of snot every winter.
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[Look, she's trying to distract him, making a scrunchy face as she's very liberal with that disinfectant 🙃🙃🙃 ]
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You're just calling boys gross now!
[his voice is a little higher in pitch]
I didn't need disinfectant, just new bandages, Wanda.
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You look like a chicken attempting to fly. Stop that. And you don't put on new bandages without disinfectant, Pietro! That's how you get an infection and then your hands fall off.
[Threats you make to get boys to listen!!!]
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[continues flapping his hands around on purpose... but ultimately stops. does wanda really want pietro logic (tm) to be part of the boys' lives, especially in the years they're going to be absorbing crucial information?]
They would have done so by now.
[bandage him up 😔]
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[She clicks her tongue and takes his hand, one and then the other, to nearly wrap them.
But.
She can't help but mutter,]
I missed this.
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he snorts and grins wide at her words.]
Do not forget that for the next time you complain about me.
[arms bandaged neatly, he stretches his fingers by curling them inwards and outwards, and then pulls his sleeves down to cover them.]
Excellent job, Wanda. Am I un-greasy enough to stop the party and make it a family-only party?
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Wanda gives Pietro a knowing smile--she prefers family over the whole neighborhood--but grabs a brightly colored comb that's clearly meant for a child to make an attack on his hair.]
Hold on. Let me better tame this mop of yours.
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