[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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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.