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[margenes]

It was very lucky for us then, yes?

[he puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezes gently and keeps it there.]

Was she scary? [the witch] We heard so many stories as kids. Did she see how great you are?

[redchaos]

[She reaches up to rest her hand over his.]

She wasn't scary. She talked too much.

[Agatha feared her, in the end. Called her cruel. Maybe she is.]

She won't bother us.

[margenes]

[something happened there, didn't it? pietro wishes to push for more information, but wanda is finally talking, and he doesn't want to make her shy away from talking to him.

he takes her hand again.]

Did she hurt you?

[redchaos]

We fought. [She tips her head slightly, with a faint smile to match.] I won. I think she'll be helpful, in the future, but for now she's living the life she wanted.

[Sort of. It's better than killing her, and Wanda does owe her some thanks. She'd have no idea about the Scarlet Witch if not for her infiltrating Westview.]

No one will ever hurt either of us, Pietro. I promise.

[margenes]

[when they promise each other something, it means something. he knows she means it, but there's still so much—

no, he shouldn't push anything from her.]

I'm proud of you.

[why wouldn't he be? it's clear that she's grown so much in all this time. he leans back a little bit, humming and making a face like he isn't entirely too pleased about something.]

But, see, I know I am not as strong and handsome as before, [he means all this muscle he's lost and how he isn't at his best] and it is starting to sound like my little sister doesn't need me to look after her anymore.

[is he pouting a bit? no, absolutely not.]

[redchaos]

[She doesn't. She doesn't need Pietro, or Steve, or Vision. Not with the power she has now. But the words get Wanda's eyes glassy again, and she could cry, but she smiles instead as she cups her brother's cheek.]

I want you to look after me. You'll get stronger, in time, and you'll be yourself again.

[They always took care of one another.]

A lot has changed, but I still need you.

[margenes]

[it does make him feel better, despite himself. he doesn't ever want to see his sister cry, even if there is an inevitability to it; they're human (special as they may be), so it's only natural.]

So not everything is changed.

[there's a smile on his face, and he hugs her again. it's not one-sided, the love they have for each other, and pietro isn't the embarrassed brother when it comes to showing it.]

I'm okay with you looking after me, too. Will it include breakfast in bed?

[redchaos]

[Wanda would never stop hugging him if she could. Each time she takes a deep breath and memorizes how he feels. He feels right.]

Yes. [She'll give him anything he wants, even if he's joking.] At least as long as you're recovering.

[margenes]

Oh, I see that you cannot wait for my specialty of apple pancakes. Do not worry, you will soon get to taste them again.

[it is not a successful cooking endeavor of his. always too sweet and mushy.]

I'm happy to share the recipe.

[it's not a good recipe]

So what, we live a normal life here now?

[redchaos]

[Wanda did not actually miss that. She's not even sure how he came up with it. She distracts him from it by pressing a kiss to his cheek, and brushing back some of his hair.]

We live whatever life we want, here.

[margenes]

[it's a stupendous recipe for a 12 year old to come up with in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids. the fact that wanda never liked them means she's just more refined.

he hesitates at her words; blows hair upwards at the messy bangs on his forehead after she touches his hair.]

In our own little bubble, away from the world.

[he grabs at her long hair, stares at it for a moment.]

Your hair is more orange. [...] I just want you to be happy.

[redchaos]

[Her hair is more orange and she's not having a field day with eyeliner. She smiles and fusses with his bangs, trying to get them to sit right.]

I have you. I'm happy.

[She gives up on his hair.]

You need a trim.

[margenes]

[they both would grow out of things eventually, right? too bad pietro hasn't had the chance to actively grow out of whatever habits he has.

he doesn't comment on how him being here is enough to make her happy, because he gets it. it makes him worry a little. with all the time that has passed, shouldn't wanda have found other things to take up her time— other people to be with? figures perhaps she isn't confident in her ability to be around others, if he can infer from what she's told him.]

I do? [he trusts her blindly tbh] Do you have a [he waves his hand about, doing the twirly thing she does with her fingers.] magical hairdresser [he snorts and stops mimicking her] hiding inside the closet?

[go ahead and fix him up, he won't mind]

[redchaos]

[He missed the point in time where there were other people. And she thinks maybe Vision will be a strange and difficult thing to explain--hence why she hasn't. Westview just makes it all the more complicated.]

You could be bone tired and still you're a brat. [She missed it so much, truly. Wanda lightly smacks his hand.] I'll do it myself, after you eat. Hungry?

[He was always hungry.]

[margenes]

[he's going to have so many questions about vision, fietro, and the kids, should she ever bring it up. and perhaps a little judging, as older (twin) brothers ought to do.

he laughs fully at her comment about being a brat, leaning back on the bed against the pillow and headboard, crossing his arms.]

You have to ask? All this talk about apple pancakes was a hint, sister.

[(it wasn't.) with some effort, he picks himself up, having gotten too comfortable. he doesn't want to be out here in bed if she's going to be a few rooms away from him.]

I have many questions. Come on, I will go with you.

[redchaos]

[Wanda reaches out to take his arm, even if he's proven he can walk around fine.]

What would you like?

[She'll start leading him back down the hall to the tiny little kitchen. It's quaint. But now there's a whole refrigerator there that wasn't before, stocked.]

I could do actual apple pancakes.

[margenes]

[should he even be surprised anymore?]

Sounds delicious, but I think maybe something more hearty. I only had energy bars from when I was in the town nearby.

[it is not a long distance for him, sure, but the way he consumed all those calories while using his powers... 😔 it's tough being this cool sometimes.

he takes a seat, leaning heavily on his elbows.]

Your pick.

[redchaos]

[He sits, and Wanda leans down to kiss the top of his head, giving his shoulder a squeeze.]

Steak and potatoes it is, then.

[Which she could make appear, but that's sort of strange. She waves and hand and things begin moving around the kitchen like some sort of Disney movie, pots and pans and ingredients all lining up and preparing themselves.

In the meanwhile, she grabs a knife, a few rolls of bread, and a plate of butter.]

To tide you over.

[Oh. And a glass of water. That comes over, too.]

[margenes]

[pietro feels even more like a kid at the sight of all these things moving about, kind of like in those american movies and sitcoms they'd see as kids. he knows his sister's powers have improved—has seen it clearly in how this small house expands—but to actually see it happening? it's a whole different thing altogether.

it's pretty cool.

all kind of compliment is lost, though, as he is handed the rolls of bread and butter.]

Look at you go. Maybe you do not have to lift another finger in your life anymore?

[okay, so maybe he's going max speed at getting these rolls buttered and into his mouth. he may be talking with his mouth full—] Thi' s'good.

[redchaos]

Sounds boring.

[She gets bored too, sometimes.

Watching him eat makes her smile, and while it might be a little too late, she does put a hand on his forearm.]

Don't eat too fast. If you haven't been eating well it might upset your stomach.

[margenes]

[pietro does stop, only to very slowly put another piece of bread into his mouth. he'll listen; sometimes it's hard to tell when he's going too fast or not.

he trusts her judgement.

as he picks up the pace of his eating to something more normal, he speaks up again.]

So, what happened to Clint?

[redchaos]

One of his boys is named Nathaniel Pietro Barton.

[He's fine. He lived, because of Pietro. They all lost Natasha, but he has the rest of his family.]

He's home with his wife and the children.

[margenes]

What?

[that's... surprising, and pietro finds himself touched by the gesture. his name is not that fancy, not that important in the grand scheme of things; to have someone decide to name their child after him, then.

damn. wow.

he frowns and decidedly does not choke up a little at that.]

Huh. Sounds weird coming second to Nathaniel. Should be first name.

[y'all really thought him dead. he can't fault them.]

...I was told the Avengers are no more. Tony Stark is gone and Captain America is old. Is that true?

[redchaos]

[He's her twin. They've been apart for year, by her recollection, so she knows hearing that Clint named a child after him--even if just a middle name--does something. She gives his arm a little squeeze.]

Stark sacrificed himself and Steve is... complicated. But they're both gone, and the Avengers with them. At least as it used to be.

[If there's something new, something else, she doesn't know. And she doesn't check her texts.]

The last time I saw Clint was at Stark's funeral.

[margenes]

Stark did that...

[so it isn't untrue. pietro wonders, for although he was very much against the man, their truce came from a common enemy, and perhaps he would like to have seen how the man was in the flesh rather than behind the weapons he produced.

it's conflicted, how he feels, and it's a little hard to believe.]

You went to the funeral? Sounds a little crazy.

[did he have a funeral? he doesn't want to ask; it'll surely be upsetting to wanda.]

Too bad I cannot be part of the team that saves the world anymore. Made it too late to the party.

[he offers her a buttered roll to eat.]