[As he speaks, her hand finds his and she entwines their fingers together, holding tightly. So, Novi Grad fell in this universe, too. That seemed to be a common trends in the universes she peeked at. She's about to tell him that of course he's helping, he couldn't do otherwise, but the crown steals the words from her tongue.
A twist of free her fingers has the crown disappearing in a shimmer of red and she would very much like to not talk about that.]
I can forgive the small bed, then. But you can still get in beside me.
[his eyes widen as the crown disappears from his hand in a bright dusting of scarlet. he looks at wanda, but finds that she seems to be blatantly avoiding his eyes after the fact.
he frowns, but he cannot deny his sister.]
It is not even a bed. [after a moment, he figures the best way to sit in the bed with her in it, too.] That has never stopped us before, though.
[and once in, he will wrap his arms around wanda, keep her close; similar to how he would hold her when they were kids after her nightmares, or back in the hydra facility, when she first got her powers and couldn't shut out the thoughts of everyone. he would think of really annoying songs to occupy her mind, his head pressed against hers, so all she could hear was his horrible mind-interpretation of them.
he does the same now, his head pressed against hers.]
[She's grateful he remembers her well enough to know not to press. Not now. She feels incredibly small in his arms, and it's a comfort to let him simply keep her safe. She curls in against him, eyes closing.]
I will help you with everything you need help with, whether you like it or not.
[Tired and weak as she is, she can still snake a hand to pinch him. Right between his hip and lowest rib.]
I'll even allow you to be annoying.
[Because she missed every aspect of him, even the parts that made her want to yell now and then.]
[he winces (it doesn't really hurt) at the pinch, but he can't help break into laughter after the fact. his hand is heavy against her back, moving up and down in comforting strokes.
this has to be a miracle.
maximoffs haven't had a chance at good things in life, so he's wary about this gift. and yet, despite his conflicting feelings, he feels so whole—so complete.]
Even if it means being annoying in asking you about what happened?
[he takes a deep breath, keeps it there in his chest, and then exhales. he presses a kiss to the crown of her head.]
I don't understand. I found you under a pile of rubble. Big rocks. You were covered by them, and I thought you were dead again, but you have no injuries. You are dressed like this, and— [he takes on of her hands, his thumb pressing against her fingers and straightening them out] your fingers stained in black. We traveled back in time, the Avengers, to stop Thanos. But you are not the young sister I knew.
[She doesn't deserve this happiness. This--what, third, fourth chance? Not after all she's done. But there's no way in hell she'd give this up. She already knows that.]
You saved me from the rubble again. [Well, maybe it was her, back when they were under the remains of their home, but she'll call it even. She opens her eyes to watch him touch her fingertips, black like ink. The shame bubbles up again.]
I'm not the Wanda you lost. But I'm still your sister.
[Still his twin.]
No matter... what I tell you, you understand, don't you? Any... version of me, will always love you.
[Even in the infinite multiverse, if she exists, she knows he must have at some point, too.]
[wanda is opening up a bit, even if she is mostly hesitant, and it becomes clear why she is hesitant. she's afraid, it seems, of whatever he may think of her once she is done explaining.
the black ink of her fingers rubs on his skin, but pietro is not afraid. he isn't afraid of who his sister is. could never be.]
It actually hurts my feelings a little that you would think I wouldn't understand.
[he threads their fingers together—because their lives will forever be intertwined.]
I could never not love you, Wanda. Even when you are not the sister I lost.
[Wanda can't say when the tears started again, but hearing the reassurance from her brother hits deep. She grips his hand. Strange to think that this universe's version of her is dead and gone, but there's nothing to be done about it now.]
In my universe, you're the one that died all those years ago. I lost you.
[Though she has a hundred questions, since he mentioned time travel, that must mean--]
[he exhales a croak of a laugh at the thought that he died in her universe.]
What are you saying, that the one in charge of universes is afraid of us being together? I told you we would be scary after we got our powers.
[besides, he is starting to feel like himself a little more—to cope with jokes. what can he say? the fact that wanda is here brings forth the playful nature of his that he buried deep in his grieving.
at her question, pietro nudges her with his shoulder so she can see the inside of his jacket—which he pulls at—showing the stitching of the avengers' symbol. is he wearing his jacket the other way around? yes.]
Certified Avenger. Got benched a lot by the government, 'cause they thought I was a menace. But Steve and Nat treated me well. [a small shrug] I had nowhere else to go.
[That little A makes her feel sick. She covers up the urge to succumb to that feeling by snaking her arm inside his jacket to wrap around him, her own limbs cold and heavy despite the proximity.]
That sounds familiar. [There's a small smile of her own, but it fades quickly.] Natasha is dead. Steve is gone. Is that the same here, too?
Exactly that. I guess some things stayed about the same.
[he drops a hand atop her head, counts the number of people they've lost.]
Stark is dead, finally. He dies a hero so I'm weird for still hating him. Poor Vision got destroyed by Thanos. Thor's left for space. You know what is strange? Sometimes Scott Lang sends me text messages to check up on me. You know, Ant-man? Peter Parker's aunt let me crash at their apartment once. Kid was on a trip in Europe, so there was space...
[Some of that sounds like her universe, others not so much. The mention of Vision makes her chest ache, and before she can wonder if he's in some lab somewhere, she stops herself. It doesn't matter. It's not her Vision in this universe.
But this is her Pietro.]
I'm sorry.
[She hugs him, somehow managing to get closer despite already essentially being inside his jacket.]
[us, now. again. his arms wrap around her and he lets his hands rest on her back, locked together as if to say he refuses to let her go. he's flexible, though, should she want to move; he would never pin her down, nor keep her from going wherever she desired. pietro just wishes she wouldn't disappear entirely.]
Why are you apologizing?
[it all feels a little silly, now.]
Do I get to know what happened to you? How you got into "my" universe?
I'm allowed to be sorry that my brother endured so much.
[She only makes herself more comfortable against him, breathing out contentedly. He might have to pry her off him if he wants to move.]
I don't really... know. How I got here. It wasn't where I thought I'd be. I was... toying with things I shouldn't have. [... to put it lightly.] I'm more powerful than the Wanda you knew. That's the difference between us.
[And, you know. The copper hair.
How's that for answering without really answering?]
[there are so many things that made him doubt this was wanda at all, but she could look so much different, paint her hair blue, grow scales or wings, and he would still know. the emptiness is gone; that much is clear.]
I know that. You made that crown disappear with your powers just now.
[Well. That's another complicated thing, and she pulls back enough so that she can press her palm to his cheek. She doesn't know if this applies to this Pietro, but as far as she can tell their histories are the same.
So, this might change things a little bit for him.]
I'm a witch. It wasn't just the mind stone that gave me powers. And I think--I was able to keep you safe, prevent it from killing you. What I can do was in me all along.
[his expression goes from mild curiosity to full-blown skepticism. there is a joke on the tip of his tongue, but he manages to bite his cheek as she continues to explain.
it's all something that needs believing to consider it true, doesn't it? there is no solid evidence for anything, but it would make sense—wouldn't it?]
Witch... like baba yaga?
[listen, he's still a child in some ways.
he grabs at the hand on his cheek, pulls it down.]
Did you get in trouble?
maybe he wouldn't have died if he were, just sayin
[Baba yaga. Wanda reflexively scrunches her face, exhausted as she is, because he simply draws it out of her. But at his question, she frowns. Her hand twists to hold his.]
I did. A lot of trouble. I played with things that were dangerous, and people died. I killed people, Pietro.
[Purposely, violently. The memories make her stomach churn so much she thinks she might be ill, and she squeezes her eyes shut.]
[this is justifiably a little out of pietro's league. though the actions of himself and his sister always had an intrinsically violent nature to it, he supposes that he never saw themselves as actual war mongers, instigators, or even potential killers. it was all so far-off base for their reality, though they tethered that line so closely.
this is not something he can fix with a joke or with a kiss to her temple, but he pulls her closer nonetheless, cradles her head like he used to to console her; when he would keep the magnitude of foreign thoughts from seeping into her mind when she first got her own powers.]
I will not believe that you were not pushed to a corner. [he utters into her hair, gentle and steady. he has to be a rock now, more than ever.] You are still my sister, and I will do everything that I can to never leave your side again.
[In any universe, she thinks Pietro would try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Believe in her goodness. She's not sure what's left, what he can see, but the words have her squeezing her eyes shut and leaning into him as much as she can.]
Wherever a Pietro exists, there must be a very grateful sister. [She mumbles the words quietly, but knows he can hear them.] I've been fooled into thinking I found you again, before. But I know this is really you.
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A twist of free her fingers has the crown disappearing in a shimmer of red and she would very much like to not talk about that.]
I can forgive the small bed, then. But you can still get in beside me.
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he frowns, but he cannot deny his sister.]
It is not even a bed. [after a moment, he figures the best way to sit in the bed with her in it, too.] That has never stopped us before, though.
[and once in, he will wrap his arms around wanda, keep her close; similar to how he would hold her when they were kids after her nightmares, or back in the hydra facility, when she first got her powers and couldn't shut out the thoughts of everyone. he would think of really annoying songs to occupy her mind, his head pressed against hers, so all she could hear was his horrible mind-interpretation of them.
he does the same now, his head pressed against hers.]
You have to help me figure this out, Wandechka.
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I will help you with everything you need help with, whether you like it or not.
[Tired and weak as she is, she can still snake a hand to pinch him. Right between his hip and lowest rib.]
I'll even allow you to be annoying.
[Because she missed every aspect of him, even the parts that made her want to yell now and then.]
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this has to be a miracle.
maximoffs haven't had a chance at good things in life, so he's wary about this gift. and yet, despite his conflicting feelings, he feels so whole—so complete.]
Even if it means being annoying in asking you about what happened?
[he takes a deep breath, keeps it there in his chest, and then exhales. he presses a kiss to the crown of her head.]
I don't understand. I found you under a pile of rubble. Big rocks. You were covered by them, and I thought you were dead again, but you have no injuries. You are dressed like this, and— [he takes on of her hands, his thumb pressing against her fingers and straightening them out] your fingers stained in black. We traveled back in time, the Avengers, to stop Thanos. But you are not the young sister I knew.
So how are you here?
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You saved me from the rubble again. [Well, maybe it was her, back when they were under the remains of their home, but she'll call it even. She opens her eyes to watch him touch her fingertips, black like ink. The shame bubbles up again.]
I'm not the Wanda you lost. But I'm still your sister.
[Still his twin.]
No matter... what I tell you, you understand, don't you? Any... version of me, will always love you.
[Even in the infinite multiverse, if she exists, she knows he must have at some point, too.]
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the black ink of her fingers rubs on his skin, but pietro is not afraid. he isn't afraid of who his sister is. could never be.]
It actually hurts my feelings a little that you would think I wouldn't understand.
[he threads their fingers together—because their lives will forever be intertwined.]
I could never not love you, Wanda. Even when you are not the sister I lost.
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In my universe, you're the one that died all those years ago. I lost you.
[Though she has a hundred questions, since he mentioned time travel, that must mean--]
You stayed with the Avengers?
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What are you saying, that the one in charge of universes is afraid of us being together? I told you we would be scary after we got our powers.
[besides, he is starting to feel like himself a little more—to cope with jokes. what can he say? the fact that wanda is here brings forth the playful nature of his that he buried deep in his grieving.
at her question, pietro nudges her with his shoulder so she can see the inside of his jacket—which he pulls at—showing the stitching of the avengers' symbol. is he wearing his jacket the other way around? yes.]
Certified Avenger. Got benched a lot by the government, 'cause they thought I was a menace. But Steve and Nat treated me well. [a small shrug] I had nowhere else to go.
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That sounds familiar. [There's a small smile of her own, but it fades quickly.] Natasha is dead. Steve is gone. Is that the same here, too?
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[he drops a hand atop her head, counts the number of people they've lost.]
Stark is dead, finally. He dies a hero so I'm weird for still hating him. Poor Vision got destroyed by Thanos. Thor's left for space. You know what is strange? Sometimes Scott Lang sends me text messages to check up on me. You know, Ant-man? Peter Parker's aunt let me crash at their apartment once. Kid was on a trip in Europe, so there was space...
[anyway, he's kind of rambling.]
Nat and Steve hit hard, yeah.
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But this is her Pietro.]
I'm sorry.
[She hugs him, somehow managing to get closer despite already essentially being inside his jacket.]
It's us, now. We won't lose one another again.
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Why are you apologizing?
[it all feels a little silly, now.]
Do I get to know what happened to you? How you got into "my" universe?
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[She only makes herself more comfortable against him, breathing out contentedly. He might have to pry her off him if he wants to move.]
I don't really... know. How I got here. It wasn't where I thought I'd be. I was... toying with things I shouldn't have. [... to put it lightly.] I'm more powerful than the Wanda you knew. That's the difference between us.
[And, you know. The copper hair.
How's that for answering without really answering?]
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I know that. You made that crown disappear with your powers just now.
[which—] Why a crown?
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So, this might change things a little bit for him.]
I'm a witch. It wasn't just the mind stone that gave me powers. And I think--I was able to keep you safe, prevent it from killing you. What I can do was in me all along.
[Him? She doesn't know. He's no witch.]
not her insulting him for not being a witch
it's all something that needs believing to consider it true, doesn't it? there is no solid evidence for anything, but it would make sense—wouldn't it?]
Witch... like baba yaga?
[listen, he's still a child in some ways.
he grabs at the hand on his cheek, pulls it down.]
Did you get in trouble?
maybe he wouldn't have died if he were, just sayin
I did. A lot of trouble. I played with things that were dangerous, and people died. I killed people, Pietro.
[Purposely, violently. The memories make her stomach churn so much she thinks she might be ill, and she squeezes her eyes shut.]
Worse than baba yaga.
cold, but true
this is not something he can fix with a joke or with a kiss to her temple, but he pulls her closer nonetheless, cradles her head like he used to to console her; when he would keep the magnitude of foreign thoughts from seeping into her mind when she first got her own powers.]
I will not believe that you were not pushed to a corner. [he utters into her hair, gentle and steady. he has to be a rock now, more than ever.] You are still my sister, and I will do everything that I can to never leave your side again.
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Wherever a Pietro exists, there must be a very grateful sister. [She mumbles the words quietly, but knows he can hear them.] I've been fooled into thinking I found you again, before. But I know this is really you.