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[margenes]

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[redchaos]

And now you just have bags under your eyes.

[She's not trying to speed through this--though she imagines if she makes a mistake he has so much hair it maybe (hopefully) won't be obvious--but she's eager to get him into bed. Bore him into sleep.]

[margenes]

[shots fired]

It is sign of my hard work.

[he was sleeping for years. he looks up at her by looking at the mirror.]

You look even more tired than me. [and like she's been crying for so much longer than when he first arrived??] You can win this contest of the most tired of the two of us.

[redchaos]

[She'd like to sleep for years. Well. Maybe not so much now, with her brother returned to her.]

You know how to flatter me.

[She tips his head with her hand, so she can better get the back of his head.]

[margenes]

[he dares raise his hand, index finger up as he gets to stare at his feet and the floor and all the hair he's losing.]

You are still very beautiful. That is comforting, yes?

[redchaos]

Tired, but beautiful. Thank you. Slightly better.

[She's doing a good job at getting rid of length while not leaving him with bald spots. Is it all even? No. But it's fine.]

You're lucky I adore you.

[margenes]

[thankfully their connection as family, as twins, remains in that their jokes don't go over their heads, in the same way that their banter never strays into hurtful territory or one that otherwise spells anything but the love they have for one another.]

I think you are right. You would have no mercy on me if you did not.

[it's fine, his hair is fine, he believes in her...]

How is it looking from up there?

[redchaos]

[She knows her brother loves her. That's all that matters, and Wanda knows he knows she loves him, too.]

Very... purposefully messy. Let me finish this side and I'll let you critique me.

[margenes]

Purposefully?

[what does that mean? should he be concerned?]

I will not be too harsh on you because you are just amateur. But as your brother, I will not let you live it down, ever.

[redchaos]

[Wanda clicks her tongue--none of this feels real, like she's in some sort of false reality (again), but she thinks she knows better by now. It feels real when she puts down the scissors and runs her hands through the trimmed hair, not drastically shorter than before, but tidied up well enough.]

Purposefully. See?

[She gives his hair a little ruffle before having him look in the mirror.]

sorry for the general slow, had a few situations with pets! back to normality in the weekend!

[margenes]

Not bad.

[he studies his hair in the mirror, standing up to get close to it and push his fingers through the curls. he likes how it looks; it makes him feel a little closer to how he was before he awoke to realize he had been asleep for years.]

I guess [he turns back around to her] you get to keep your dignity as hairdresser for another day.

[moving closer, he puts his hands on either side of her head and kisses her forehead, pulling back to look at her.]

Thank you. I like it very much.

no worries, I will tag you forever and ever c:

[redchaos]

[She closes her eyes and smiles as he kisses her forehead, pleased with the praise, and looks up at him--only to start fussing with the hair that's landed on his shoulders, reaching up to brush it off.]

You look more like yourself. Less like a man living in the woods.

[... even if that's what he'll be, now.]

🥺same tbh!!

[margenes]

You know, I think you are making little fun of me.

[like, what? he showed up at your figurative doorstep looking like a mess, with twigs and leaves on him and covered in dirt? pietro pinches her cheek before stepping back.]

Let me clean up for you.

[—and off he goes, in a blur. it could be debated that wanda could clean things up with her magic in no time at all, but old habits die hard, and those habits include pietro using his speed to clean things up. it's the least he can do, considering it's his hair on the floor.

once he's done, he won't stop again in the bathroom, but instead divebomb onto the bed.]

Ow!

[and totally miscalculating, with his height and all, and banging the back of his head against the headboard. he'll be sitting up, one hand on his head, grimacing; all the time in the world and he still misses a clean landing.]

[redchaos]

[A little speedster son did not properly prepare her for the reappearance of her dead brother. The actual dead brother. Wanda grimaces at the noise, and walks over to the bedroom.

She folds her arms over her chest.]

You're going to break something with that thick skull of yours.

[margenes]

[he points at her with his free hand.]

Do not stand like that.

[it's the pose of a disappointed mother.]

It was just a miscalculation.

[redchaos]

You shouldn't be speeding around, anyway. I told you.

[She walks over to the bed to start pulling back the blankets, regardless of whether Pietro is in the way or not. He can move!]

[margenes]

[he wriggles out of the way best as he can.]

You realize [huffing] it is like asking me not to breathe.

[the same way she uses her magic so seamlessly like it's just second nature, it's the same for pietro. it's not even conscious some times.

blankets are off.]

Sometimes fast is the only way to go.

[redchaos]

No more fast for today. You're spent, Pietro.

[Blankets off, Wanda in. Then, she starts to bully him into resting his head on a pillow, and getting comfortable.]

You can be a menace to me after you rest.

[margenes]

"Menace" you say.

[he also gets comfortable, stretching his arms above his head; and it's almost like magic, how her words of you're spent does make him feel the exhaustion from the past several however long he's been looking for her.

(he does fight her a little on the whole 'resting head on a pillow' situation, but ultimately stops resisting.]

Love you, sis.

[he says this as he puts his arms around her into a tight hug.]

[redchaos]

[So many times she sat alone, sad and miserable, wishing her brother was around to pester her in that way she loved. Now, she has him back, and she returns the hug tightly, choosing to use his shoulder as her pillow.]

I love you, too. I've always loved you most of all.

[Vision had her heart, of course, but Pietro had her soul. They were in the womb together, and should have lived out the rest of their lives together, too. Losing him was losing a part of herself, and having it back is still--difficult to comprehend, when she's sure she's a different person, now.]

You found me.

[margenes]

[like all those nights they spent at the orphanage, alone in the world and knowing that they only ever had themselves; if someone was going to look after them, it was going to be themselves. pietro makes no effort to pull away, sentimentality burning at him at such a quaint, comfortable little picture they have here.

no one could understand what they went through. no one could understand what they lost, nor what it is like, to be two sides of the same coin, never to be apart.]

You called for me. [it's all muttered now. he doesn't know how to explain it, the circumstances around him waking up again, not entirely. he just remembers that weeks ago, he heard her calling for him, he felt her pain, and then his eyes opened.] Of course I would find you.

[this now, in sokovian.]

Tomorrow we'll wake up, and we'll be together. Whatever happens, we will face it together.

[cryptic, perhaps, but it remains similar to what pietro would tell her as kids every night, as they grew up, as a kind of reassurance to look forward to a new day.]

cries!!!!!!!!!

[redchaos]

[Nothing good lasts. But this? This, she'll never let anyone take away from her. She holds onto him a little tighter, presses closer, and simply enjoys the fact that he's here for her to do so.]

Like it should have always been.

[She has so many questions she doesn't know where to begin.]

who needs enemies when we make ourselves suffer!!!

[margenes]

[he knows—he knows that wanda is going to be sad; he hears it when she speaks, how wet her words are and how they mar with a deep-seated sadness that he isn't privy of. and that, too, hurts, because 'just being here' being enough doesn't feel like it's enough. he wants to do more, but he doesn't know what—]

I'm home.

[he lets her rest against him, rubs at her backs with a hand, says nothing if she starts to cry (won't even complain about a wet shirt).

and then he starts humming the opening song of one of those american sitcoms, his memory a little shoddy, but attempting to nonetheless. he's tired—spent—but he really wants to hold on to as much of this moment as he can.]

clutches chest

[redchaos]

[There are a few tears, but he makes her laugh, even if it's just a small, soft sound against his shoulder. She loves her brother, and loves how he does all he can to try and make her happy.]

You've never been any good at carrying a tune.

may i interest you in playing out some days/weeks into their reunion, too?

[margenes]

Maybe not.

[sleepily, meaning that he's not really up for fighting about it.]

But, [here, he is mixing sokovian with english, whichever language stumbles quicker out of his mouth.] my arms were made for carrying you.

[silly sleepy talk]

OF COURSE keep this train rollin

[redchaos]

[Silly, but sweet. That's her brother. Wanda doesn't really want to move, but she can't resist the urge to scoot up and press a kiss to his forehead.]

And mine are now meant to hold you while you sleep and regain your strength.