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[margenes]

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[redchaos]

I won't. You're technically the younger one, now. I can't steal from you.

[With all the time that's passed. It's a lot--a lot to comprehend, and she knows it'll catch up to them both eventually. He was gone. The world carried on. It's not easy to stomach.]

We'll take it one day at a time, Pietro. The first thing is that you get well.

[margenes]

Younger?

[please, wanda. this is all he has going—he's going to keep trying to hold on to the oldest twin title. it's all older twins talk about.]

Do not pity me.

[he'll catch up soon enough.]

Do you need my help setting the table?

[magic is so convenient]

[redchaos]

You'll always be my big brother in spirit.

[As for his question, she gets up to stand behind his chair and drop a kiss to the top of his head.]

I'll take care of it this time. You can do all the rest, starting tomorrow.

[She'll go at it the old fashioned way, going to a cabinet to get plates and cutlery.]

[margenes]

[in spirit, hey—]

You really are going to work me to the bone, huh?

[he leans back on the chair, relaxing a little and rolling back his shoulders in trying to remove the tension from his shoulders.]

I am open to the challenge.

What do you do to spend your time? Does it get boring?

[redchaos]

That's right. There's a lot to do, out here.

[Look, just because she can fix everything with a wave of her hand doesn't mean she has. Wanda checks on the cooking before setting the table. And it seems like every time she's near Pietro she has to do something. This time, she gives his shoulders a squeeze.]

I've been doing a lot of reading.

[Of a very special book. Wanda has that one locked away in the attic. As all spooky things should be.]

I have wifi. You want the password?

[Said like she's teasing, but--]

[margenes]

[he's following her around with his eyes, lifting his head when she approaches and smiling when she reaches out to touch him. it's that kind of unspoken connection that really spells out that they're twins.]

Boring.

[he makes a face. reading is boring, and he can't be convinced otherwise.]

I do not even have a phone or a computer. How would I use the wifi?

[redchaos]

We can watch television. Movies. Explore the woods.

[Spook anyone that happens to be out too far from the main roads or trails--]

You're going to tire me out, trying to entertain you, aren't you?

[margenes]

And we scare anyone we find in the woods?

[listen, they may want good things, but pietro is also very familiar with the kind of delight that comes from small things.

also he's kind of immature comparatively.]

Let us cross that bridge when we get there, yes? I am easy to entertain.

[redchaos]

You're putting words in my mouth. [He used to be able to practically read her mind--she wonders if it'll be the same, now. A lot's changed. She's changed. But she returns behind him again to gently grab his hair.]

But you do look very scary, with this mess. You'll make babies cry.

[Babies in the woods. Yes.]

[margenes]

[they have a similar track mind! at least the core of their selves remains the same.]

Babies.

[he tilts his head back.]

I am thinking of other kind of scary, but you want me to be the monster in the woods. It could work.

[redchaos]

I just want you to stay out of trouble. Have fun. Be happy. Not get too bored, out here.

[If some of that includes scaring trespasses now and then, well..]

[margenes]

And what, you will be the spooky [he does those annoying finger wiggles again] witch of the woods? Like Baba Yaga.

[pietro, no—]

[redchaos]

[The look on Wanda's face is best described as 😐, and it's all the warning he gets before she sticks her finger into his ear. A childish tactic, but it would work in the past to annoy him, so out it comes.]

What was that? I didn't hear you.

[She's prettier than an old crone, thank you!!!]

[margenes]

[it's not a good warning! nor a fair one!

he startles at the childish tactic, complaining in sokovian about it, and exerting his superhuman speed to get out of the way.]

You know I don't like that!

[his hands are protectively covering his ears]

[redchaos]

Then don't compare me to Baba Yaga! Or else I'll cook and eat you.

[If she's the older twin now, she doesn't act like it. Being around him makes her act years younger, and she looks it as she huffs and crosses her arms.]

[margenes]

You tell me not to compare but you threaten to cook and eat me. Sounds very Baba Yaga to me!

[this is, in fact, one of the dumber conversations they've had—and it is unmistakably similar to dumb ones they've had before.]

Next you will take off your hands and use them to trip me when I run.

[yeah yeah, joke around about baba yaga, let's see who has a hard time falling asleep without thinking about scary slavic folktales.]

[redchaos]

No, I'd just stick more fingers into your ears. While you run.

[This is absolutely dumb. But.

She's missed it so much.]

[margenes]

You have to catch me first.

[cue him running back and forth around the kitchen using his superhuman speed. is it cheating? it doesn't matter. is it annoying? definitely? he's just going to be a constant blur back and forth.]

[redchaos]

Pietro! Stop that. You need to relax, I'm not going Baba Yaga on you just yet.

[Okay, maybe she didn't miss this part so much.]

Will you just sit down? The food is almost done.

[margenes]

[just like that, at the mention of food, pietro rushes and returns to his seat, like he had never not been on it to begin with.]

I do not like messing with Baba Yaga, you know that.

[he's being silly.

and also trying to catch his breath. wow, that sure took a lot out of him. talk about not being in shape.]

[redchaos]

You're the one trying to summon her.

[Either by inciting her name or frustrating Wanda to the point she becomes her. She frowns at him, breathless--and hands him a cup of water to drink.

She hates seeing him tired like that. It just reminds her of that last day in Sokovia.]

[margenes]

[he gives her a look; he's going to start going all superstitious now, them living in the woods in the middle of nowhere and all that. damn.

he takes the water and drinks it slowly, trying to calm down.]

Do not look at me like that.

[redchaos]

Like what?

[Like she's thinking about the day she felt him leave her? Like she won't be able to handle it if anything happens to him now, no matter how small?

Wanda's about three seconds too late, trying to change her expression into something neutral.]

[margenes]

You know exactly how. Do not play dumb with me when you are a really smart cookie.

[he sets the cup down and waves his hand in the air.]

I do not think it is a conversation you want to have right now.

[redchaos]

Maybe later.

[She sort of never wants to talk about it, but knows they will, eventually. She doesn't know how to not share everything with her brother.

The food saves them this time, at least. A flick of the wrist has their plates dished out. Pietro gets more steak, more potatoes, while Wanda settles for less. Her appetite isn't really there, mixed with the shock, but he needs to eat to regain his strength.]

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