[the moment wanda stops and she moves towards him, pietro's breath catches in his throat. relief floods him, and he certainly wants to laugh; it feels silly that wanda—smaller than him—tries to keep him in her arms. pain doesn't matter right now as he wraps his arms around her, tightly.
it's hard to breathe, because it has been so long since he was with her.
because he has spent so long looking for her.]
Who hurt you? [he whispers against her hair.] I'll kill them. Don't apologize.
[pietro doesn't understand what's happened to her—how could he?—in all this time. he brings his hands to hold her head, to pull back to look her in the eyes, thumbs gentle against her cheeks, hair pooling between his fingers.]
[Wanda thought she was done crying in Westview. The life she wanted was laid to rest. She cried, picked herself up, and left.
But in the hands of her twin, she's a little girl again, and tears roll down her cheeks.]
It's you.
[Good luck getting any responses to your questions, Pietro. Something in her heart is screaming at her that this is true. That part of the stone that's left in her is longing for familiarity.]
[a fact that he collected from the hospital he had been confined to was that years had passed since ultron. the details he didn't exactly care for. he's never been separated from his sister for so long; it was imperative that he find her.
which is why her i've missed you hits him like a ton of bricks. she's been alone, all this time?]
You know, it is not a good look for me if I make my little sister cry.
[he offers, coming off as a joke. he brushes the tears from her cheeks and hugs her tightly again, his chin atop her head.]
I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I've found you now, Wanda.
[Being hugged like that is the closest to home she'll ever get. Wanda is powerless to stop the pitiful sobs, which is quite ironic considering she's supposedly one of the most powerful beings, now.
He probably hasn't heard her cry like this since they lost their parents. It's why she tries to stop and pull herself together but just ends up having a hard time breathing on top of it all.]
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[pietro is at a loss, having her sister like this, in his arms. in fact, it makes him not want to let go of her even more; he never wants to see her hurt, and he can tell, from the intrinsic bond between them—and because he knows her so well—that there is something amiss and deeply pained.
he rubs at her back, circles, trying to be comforting.
as it were, pietro is not immune to tears welling up in his eyes. he sniffles, kisses her temple.]
Wanda shudders as she breathes out, fighting for some sort of composure. It comes when she pulls back but not away. Just enough to reach up and hold his face in her hands and get a good look at him.
All she sees is her brother. Not a corpse or someone not quite right.
How?]
You're...
[Alive. Okay. Hurt, she remembers, and her hands move down to his shoulders and arms, trying to assess the damage.
[he makes a face at her scrutiny. no matter the circumstances, pietro has always protested at being coddled, but it doesn't take long for him to bring up his hand to hold on to one of hers.
it is unsurprising that there may be questions, disbelief.]
It was a lot of bullets, I know. I was saved. Doctors and nurses. I don't know, it just happened. I woke up not too many weeks ago.
[it is hard to explain especially when he's skipping details.]
I'm not as strong as before. Can we—?
[he nods towards the house. he's feeling the weight of his exhaustion settling in, now that's he arrived home.]
[There's a clear moment of hesitation before Wanda lifts his hand in hers and presses a kiss to it. Her own silent promise. She doesn't understand this, but she believes it. And she'll make sure he's okay.
A few weeks ago might as well be a lifetime. It doesn't add up. Not that long ago she was nothing, and he'd been nothing for so much longer, but she came back.
Maybe more than just the people snapped came back. It's not like she's been paying attention since then. He must be confused.
Maybe it doesn't even matter.]
Yeah. I've got you.
[It's an easy thing to keep an arm around him and float them over to the cabin.]
[his feet leave the ground and that is an entirely strange, new feeling altogether. where does this come from? he can't remember she was ever able to use her powers like this.
(a little comically, maybe, pietro brings his arms to curl around her shoulders to hold on. what? it's not like he was prepared for an express flight!)
but when they're back on the blessed ground—the floorboards of the cabin's front porch—pietro stumbles and holds on to one of the wooden pillars to keep his balance.]
Did you learn new tricks? [a hint of a smile, a grin.] You have to show me.
[but perhaps another time; right now, pietro lands shoulder against a solid surface. he's a little tired.]
[a sofa sounds entirely too tempting, and so pietro uses his sister as support (arm over her shoulder) as he makes his way in through the door and towards the piece of furniture. he glances around the place, noting how it looks very different from the comfort of modern homes.
[She's developing a bad habit of not answering his questions. Once he's on the couch, she starts to look him over now for injuries sustained from his tumble, not being shot.]
[he's noticing, and he's a little annoyed by that—he's the oldest of the two, you know! but he's tired, and willing to give her the time she needs to answer. it seems to pietro that they're both in a position of confusion, one way or the other.
adjusting on the couch, it's easy to remember. it's the last thing he does remember, before waking up. everything else is a bit of a blur.]
You told me you could handle things on your own, and that I should help get people off the city. You know, I'm still twelve minutes older than you, but you keep avoiding my questions.
[A lifetime ago. Wanda's hands pause over his ribs, eyes on his face. He must feel it, too. Something is wrong. What she feels might be a trick is--time, perhaps. Time's never been her friend.]
[he tries not to think too hard about it. years is a long time, and the last thing he wants on his mind is the excruciating reality that he's missed out on said time.
[She learned how to get by without her big brother. She didn't move on, but she had to carry on, and the thought just has the tears welling up in her eyes again despite her efforts to not cry all over again.]
[Maybe she shouldn't squeeze him too tight in this state, but she'll deal with that later. She can't not hug him for dear life, face burying into his shoulder, practically in his lap for all her clinging.]
I love you, Pietro.
[Words she hasn't said aloud for anyone to hear in far too long.
She doesn't know how this happened, but she's not losing this. She's already given up so much. Not him. Not again.]
[it's just like when they were children. their bursts of rebellion came from a deeper grief, of having last their parents; there were days when it was too overwhelming, especially for wanda. pietro always saw himself as the one who had to protect her, to hold her tight and make sure her tears wouldn't be seen by others. it's private, it's personal—these emotions.
at least, despite it all, he feels complete. with her here, finally reunited.]
Stay like this as much as you need. [he knows it's important. he brushes her hair on her back.] It is very comfortable.
[She's missed the teasing so much. It doesn't make her laugh aloud, but it does soothe something her, and after a little bit more of crying and clinging onto him she manages words.]
Well, doctor said I shouldn't be walking since I slept so long. Muscles are all soft and weak, but I couldn't just sit and wait. Not when you needed me so badly.
[with a light pinch of his fingers, he dries any tear stains on her cheek.]
Just sore all over. I'll get better with some rest.
[he takes it not as an offense, rather curries it to his favor. all this staring is making him feel a little awkward; he knows he's handsome, wanda! do you need to stroke his ego like that? he'll only be insufferable from here on out.]
[this is serious now. pietro assumed that there had to be a reason why wanda was being cagey about answering his questions. he's finally gotten her to the point where she will consider giving him an answer.
he grabs one of her hands, and holds it.]
Everyone makes mistakes, and dangerous is just a word. Anyone with a gun is as dangerous as anyone with powers.
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it's hard to breathe, because it has been so long since he was with her.
because he has spent so long looking for her.]
Who hurt you? [he whispers against her hair.] I'll kill them. Don't apologize.
[pietro doesn't understand what's happened to her—how could he?—in all this time. he brings his hands to hold her head, to pull back to look her in the eyes, thumbs gentle against her cheeks, hair pooling between his fingers.]
What's wrong?
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But in the hands of her twin, she's a little girl again, and tears roll down her cheeks.]
It's you.
[Good luck getting any responses to your questions, Pietro. Something in her heart is screaming at her that this is true. That part of the stone that's left in her is longing for familiarity.]
I've missed you.
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which is why her i've missed you hits him like a ton of bricks. she's been alone, all this time?]
You know, it is not a good look for me if I make my little sister cry.
[he offers, coming off as a joke. he brushes the tears from her cheeks and hugs her tightly again, his chin atop her head.]
I'm so sorry it took me so long, but I've found you now, Wanda.
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He probably hasn't heard her cry like this since they lost their parents. It's why she tries to stop and pull herself together but just ends up having a hard time breathing on top of it all.]
me: let's have silly maximoff twin things. reality: 😔
[pietro is at a loss, having her sister like this, in his arms. in fact, it makes him not want to let go of her even more; he never wants to see her hurt, and he can tell, from the intrinsic bond between them—and because he knows her so well—that there is something amiss and deeply pained.
he rubs at her back, circles, trying to be comforting.
as it were, pietro is not immune to tears welling up in his eyes. he sniffles, kisses her temple.]
Take it easy.
Cries for ten years
But he is.
Wanda shudders as she breathes out, fighting for some sort of composure. It comes when she pulls back but not away. Just enough to reach up and hold his face in her hands and get a good look at him.
All she sees is her brother. Not a corpse or someone not quite right.
How?]
You're...
[Alive. Okay. Hurt, she remembers, and her hands move down to his shoulders and arms, trying to assess the damage.
No bullet holes.]
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it is unsurprising that there may be questions, disbelief.]
It was a lot of bullets, I know. I was saved. Doctors and nurses. I don't know, it just happened. I woke up not too many weeks ago.
[it is hard to explain especially when he's skipping details.]
I'm not as strong as before. Can we—?
[he nods towards the house. he's feeling the weight of his exhaustion settling in, now that's he arrived home.]
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A few weeks ago might as well be a lifetime. It doesn't add up. Not that long ago she was nothing, and he'd been nothing for so much longer, but she came back.
Maybe more than just the people snapped came back. It's not like she's been paying attention since then. He must be confused.
Maybe it doesn't even matter.]
Yeah. I've got you.
[It's an easy thing to keep an arm around him and float them over to the cabin.]
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(a little comically, maybe, pietro brings his arms to curl around her shoulders to hold on. what? it's not like he was prepared for an express flight!)
but when they're back on the blessed ground—the floorboards of the cabin's front porch—pietro stumbles and holds on to one of the wooden pillars to keep his balance.]
Did you learn new tricks? [a hint of a smile, a grin.] You have to show me.
[but perhaps another time; right now, pietro lands shoulder against a solid surface. he's a little tired.]
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[She feels like entirely different person now compared to who she was. She feels, looks, talks differently. Hell--is she older than him, now?]
Here, come on. There's a sofa just inside.
[As of like, one minute ago. Very nice, soft, and comfortable for any tired and/or injured brothers.]
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well, at least the couch is comfortable.
he lands on it, relieved, and huffs out a laugh.]
It took me so long to find you. Why here?
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When did you last see me?
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adjusting on the couch, it's easy to remember. it's the last thing he does remember, before waking up. everything else is a bit of a blur.]
You told me you could handle things on your own, and that I should help get people off the city. You know, I'm still twelve minutes older than you, but you keep avoiding my questions.
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Pietro, that was... a long time ago. Years.
[Closer to ten, if you factor in the snap.]
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[he tries not to think too hard about it. years is a long time, and the last thing he wants on his mind is the excruciating reality that he's missed out on said time.
...]
How much time was it?
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[She learned how to get by without her big brother. She didn't move on, but she had to carry on, and the thought just has the tears welling up in her eyes again despite her efforts to not cry all over again.]
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[he sits up carefully, his hand on her face, bringing her close for another tight embrace.]
I'm so sorry. [in sokovian,] I love you. I'm home. I won't go anywhere, I promise.
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I love you, Pietro.
[Words she hasn't said aloud for anyone to hear in far too long.
She doesn't know how this happened, but she's not losing this. She's already given up so much. Not him. Not again.]
We won't be separated again.
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at least, despite it all, he feels complete. with her here, finally reunited.]
Stay like this as much as you need. [he knows it's important. he brushes her hair on her back.] It is very comfortable.
[he'll tease her a bit, though.]
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What did you hurt, clumsy?
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[with a light pinch of his fingers, he dries any tear stains on her cheek.]
Just sore all over. I'll get better with some rest.
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[The words carry far too much fondness to be insulting. If he hadn't found her, she might have never thought to look. Why would she?
She can't help but keep looking at him, taking in the face she hadn't seen outside of her memories in so long.]
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[he takes it not as an offense, rather curries it to his favor. all this staring is making him feel a little awkward; he knows he's handsome, wanda! do you need to stroke his ego like that? he'll only be insufferable from here on out.]
But, really, why are you out here in this place?
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[Freshly reunited, and he's making her roll her eyes. She wants to tease him, but the question derails that.
There's... a lot to explain. She doesn't know how to begin, or where, so she just decides to actually answer his question for once.]
I made a very big mistake. I'm... dangerous, Pietro. It's better for everyone and myself if I keep some distance.
[She's far beyond what he last saw.]
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he grabs one of her hands, and holds it.]
Everyone makes mistakes, and dangerous is just a word. Anyone with a gun is as dangerous as anyone with powers.
[but what... exactly...?]
What happened?
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sorry for the general slow, had a few situations with pets! back to normality in the weekend!
no worries, I will tag you forever and ever c:
🥺same tbh!!
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cries!!!!!!!!!
who needs enemies when we make ourselves suffer!!!
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may i interest you in playing out some days/weeks into their reunion, too?
OF COURSE keep this train rollin
choo choo :>
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beautiful
i'm laughing at these two iuahhhf
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1/?
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3/3 ig
pietro!!!!
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