[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.]
[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!!!
[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.]
[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.
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[pietro is going to have to ask her if she is using magic on him with all this affection, because shortly after the kiss to his forehead, he finds himself succumbing to sleep; his shoulders relax, his eyes close, and his breathing evens out.
he is going to be sleeping for a very, very long time. ease out all that exhaustion and tension from his muscles and joints.
...
it's been days since he found wanda, and though it's going a little slow for his liking, pietro has managed to get rolling on some kind of daily routine to improve his health. on the inside? he's fine—great, actually. on the outside, however, it's a lot of muscle he has to regain. with his sister magicking food and his own efforts, it's been a great start.
sure, he did throw himself into the lake one morning on a totally-not dare, but at least he isn't trying that anymore after the experience.
he's off on his afternoon run through the forest and up a few meters into a mountain when he's rounding back towards the house; they are long trips, for him, but for wanda he may as well just have been gone for five minutes. his running shoes (bless wanda's ability to summon clothes for him) slip on the wet grass (it's been raining all day) and he nearly misses the porch.
up he goes, sits himself down on the steps as he removes his wet shoes, catching his breath.]
Wanda! I am back!
[as if she wouldn't have noticed his presence in her magic circle of influence.]
[So much for a peaceful retreat into the wild to figure things out.
Pietro is a ray of sunshine in the dark cabin, and Wanda spends less time thinking about what she's done and what she might be capable of now, and more time focusing on making sure her brother is happy and well. She makes sure he's fed, and tries to make sure he doesn't push himself too hard too soon. It's--unsettling, to see him tire so quickly or need to catch his breath so often, but she tells both him and herself that this will take time. All she can do is be that constant reminder that he needs to take it slow.
And, of course, whenever he's not eating or running, she's usually against his side. Or in this instance, his back, leaning down behind him to hug his shoulders as he removes his shoes.
It's cold and rainy out, but the cabin is suspiciously warm despite not having a source of heat beyond the stove in the kitchen. Even the porch.]
[these displays of affection are so common at this point that pietro does not even react to them anymore. it's comfortable and he simply rolls with it, but he draws the line at the wet dog insult.
raindrops drip down from the roof and onto his knees, and he leans back so that wanda goes along with the movement and away from any chances of getting wet (does it matter, though? he's all wet and she's hugging him without regard).]
I am wet and sweaty, you know.
[in an effort to stand up, leaving his shoes behind, he braces his knees and pulls his weight forward, somehow managing to get her to hang off his back (maybe the hands on top of her arms keeping her from moving might be doing the trick) as he furthers into the house.]
I will shower, and then you can leave dogs out of this.
[Wanda doesn't struggle to get away. She just laughs, holding on for the ride. She's laughed more in the past few days than she has in a long time, feeling much younger, much lighter.]
Will you tell me how your run was before or after your shower?
Do I want to bother you with the details of it before or after my shower?
[wanda always asks, probably out of concern for him; how he is feeling, did he run into any trouble, how many breaks he took. it's not — unpleasant, but he also definitely doesn't want her worrying so much.
he sets her down on the hallway, turning around to hold her hands.]
I made it farther this time and I saw a mountain lion. Big fun.
[he kisses her cheek]
I will clean up and tell you more, okay?
[otherwise he's going to be dripping rainwater all over the hallway.]
[it was big fun, did you not hear, wanda? he pretends to hurt at the (gentle) smack to his arm.]
Yes, yes. The more slow I am, the less it feels like time is going too slow, right?
[despite his joking, it has taken him a moment to really let it sink in the fact that there is no need to rush anywhere. there is no world to save, no riots to go to, no starks to be angry at. it's very, very different from the world he remembers before waking up.
and so, he takes his time (with the hot water, of course), and takes a moment to study the face that looks back at him in the mirror. wanda sure did an awesome job bleaching his hair and dyeing it; he's still happy about the novelty of it.
once dried and dressed, he walks (at a normal pace) towards his bedroom, but veers off at the last second to the door that sits at the very end of the hallway. wanda has insisted that they sleep in the same room—he doesn't mind—but he is a little curious about the one room in the house he isn't allowed into. her bedroom, right? what little secret is she hiding in there anyway? surely none.
pietro's hand is on the door handle, turning it, and he pulls the door to open it...!]
[Pietro is like a child, sometimes. If it's quiet? It usually isn't good. And Wanda? Well, she moves quietly. Or maybe she just appears. Who knows? But she's stepping behind him, peering around his shoulder.]
Looking for me?
[She hasn't stepped into her bedroom much beyond grabbing a change of clothes.
Surely he's not snooping.
Besides, all the good things are up in the ceiling above them.]
It is. Are you looking for something you think might be in my room, brother?
[It's asked pleasantly enough. She doesn't mind Pietro going into her room. There's nothing dangerous or incriminating in there, beyond perhaps a deed to a house in a town she can never return to.]
[he does raise an arm over her head and puts it over her shoulder, bringing her close.]
Why give me a new room when you had one yourself?
[it's been all this time and while pietro has practiced perfect patience, he feels like there is so much his sister hasn't told her. it makes him feel a little icky in his soul.]
And that time will be when I can confirm there is no Baba Yaga in this forest with us.
[this again.......]
I do not want to see your room. [wait— he takes his index finger to tap just under her left shoulder.] It feels like you are keeping things from me. I missed the invitation to Wanda's heart emporium. [whatever that means.]
[At least he's not calling her Baba Yaga. That's the only thing saving his side from getting a pinch. As it is, he'll never be able to confirm, so Wanda is in no rush to sleep in her own bed.
She frowns at him. It's not a very convincing attempt to play oblivious. Not to him.]
[he makes a face, and looks at here as if to say really?; more than five years may have passed, but pietro can still read his sister pretty damn well—can tell when she fusses with her words so they come off as convincing.
it's the curse of being a twin. they've known each other since before they were born, there were (usually) no secrets between them.
pietro pulls away, towards the door, and pulls it open to help himself in.]
Nothing, I would hope, except I know nothing about your life between Sokovia and now. Perhaps it is not important, or maybe you do not want me to know.
[HE'S CHEATING pulling the guilt trip woe is pietro card, but he has been exceptionally patient, all things considered. and so, should he not catch anything particularly magical or strange in her room, he settles for the bed, wet head on the pillow.]
[Wanda follows in after him. There's really nothing very exciting about the room. The bed is made, the sparse decor tidy, and when he flops on her bed she joins him, settling beside him to stare up at the dark ceiling.]
You're cheating.
[She'll call him out on it, hands folded over her stomach.]
It's not that I don't want you to know. It's that... [A lot of it wasn't good. A lot of it actually was good, and she'd felt guilty for being so happy when her brother was dead. And then Vision was dead.]
It's not important anymore. I have you back. That's all that matters, Pietro.
[She misses Vision and Billy and Tommy but that life in Westview wasn't real. This is.]
[when she joins him and admits to that there is stuff that she doesn't want to particularly talk about, pietro settles too similarly to her: feet crossed at the ankles, hands folded over his stomach, staring up at the same dark ceiling.
shared experiences and all that.]
Yes, I understand.
[he does, but—]
But you are sad. Between the happy, I mean. I can tell. You have me back, but what good is that if all I do is make you worry and run and eat your delicious food? [—it's like a tv episode—] Being your brother is more than that. It makes me feel less like a brother if I don't do my job right.
You don't make me sad, Pietro. I love you. I just don't want you to feel that I... ever stopped thinking about you, during my good times.
[She didn't. She always missed him, always wished he could be there with her. When Steve showed her the silly tourist traps in New York, or Natasha dragged her out of bed to go find some suitable clothes for a girl her age in the city, she always wished Pietro was there, too.]
[pietro fidgets uncomfortably where he lies, maybe even pouting a bit. so it's guilt, then? guilt that she was a terrible sister because he wasn't there for her.]
What kind of brother would I be if I felt bad just because you made friends and had fun?
[he turns his head, to look at her.]
How do I explain... It is like a dish of lasagna, right? But you can only see the cheese on top, nothing else. You are missing out on the pasta and the meat and the sauce. What sauce is it and is it spicy? Is the pasta raw? [...this metaphor...] I only see the cheese, and it looks great. But I do not know if everything else is alright.
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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!!!!!!!!!
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!!!
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.]
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You've never been any good at carrying a tune.
may i interest you in playing out some days/weeks into their reunion, too?
[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
And mine are now meant to hold you while you sleep and regain your strength.
choo choo :>
he is going to be sleeping for a very, very long time. ease out all that exhaustion and tension from his muscles and joints.
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it's been days since he found wanda, and though it's going a little slow for his liking, pietro has managed to get rolling on some kind of daily routine to improve his health. on the inside? he's fine—great, actually. on the outside, however, it's a lot of muscle he has to regain. with his sister magicking food and his own efforts, it's been a great start.
sure, he did throw himself into the lake one morning on a totally-not dare, but at least he isn't trying that anymore after the experience.
he's off on his afternoon run through the forest and up a few meters into a mountain when he's rounding back towards the house; they are long trips, for him, but for wanda he may as well just have been gone for five minutes. his running shoes (bless wanda's ability to summon clothes for him) slip on the wet grass (it's been raining all day) and he nearly misses the porch.
up he goes, sits himself down on the steps as he removes his wet shoes, catching his breath.]
Wanda! I am back!
[as if she wouldn't have noticed his presence in her magic circle of influence.]
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Pietro is a ray of sunshine in the dark cabin, and Wanda spends less time thinking about what she's done and what she might be capable of now, and more time focusing on making sure her brother is happy and well. She makes sure he's fed, and tries to make sure he doesn't push himself too hard too soon. It's--unsettling, to see him tire so quickly or need to catch his breath so often, but she tells both him and herself that this will take time. All she can do is be that constant reminder that he needs to take it slow.
And, of course, whenever he's not eating or running, she's usually against his side. Or in this instance, his back, leaning down behind him to hug his shoulders as he removes his shoes.
It's cold and rainy out, but the cabin is suspiciously warm despite not having a source of heat beyond the stove in the kitchen. Even the porch.]
You smell like wet dog.
[Shh, she loves him.]
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raindrops drip down from the roof and onto his knees, and he leans back so that wanda goes along with the movement and away from any chances of getting wet (does it matter, though? he's all wet and she's hugging him without regard).]
I am wet and sweaty, you know.
[in an effort to stand up, leaving his shoes behind, he braces his knees and pulls his weight forward, somehow managing to get her to hang off his back (maybe the hands on top of her arms keeping her from moving might be doing the trick) as he furthers into the house.]
I will shower, and then you can leave dogs out of this.
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Will you tell me how your run was before or after your shower?
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[wanda always asks, probably out of concern for him; how he is feeling, did he run into any trouble, how many breaks he took. it's not — unpleasant, but he also definitely doesn't want her worrying so much.
he sets her down on the hallway, turning around to hold her hands.]
I made it farther this time and I saw a mountain lion. Big fun.
[he kisses her cheek]
I will clean up and tell you more, okay?
[otherwise he's going to be dripping rainwater all over the hallway.]
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She makes a face at the mountain lion part--really?--but still leans into the kiss and gives his arm a gentle smack.]
Okay. And no rushing, remember? Enjoy your showers.
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Yes, yes. The more slow I am, the less it feels like time is going too slow, right?
[despite his joking, it has taken him a moment to really let it sink in the fact that there is no need to rush anywhere. there is no world to save, no riots to go to, no starks to be angry at. it's very, very different from the world he remembers before waking up.
and so, he takes his time (with the hot water, of course), and takes a moment to study the face that looks back at him in the mirror. wanda sure did an awesome job bleaching his hair and dyeing it; he's still happy about the novelty of it.
once dried and dressed, he walks (at a normal pace) towards his bedroom, but veers off at the last second to the door that sits at the very end of the hallway. wanda has insisted that they sleep in the same room—he doesn't mind—but he is a little curious about the one room in the house he isn't allowed into. her bedroom, right? what little secret is she hiding in there anyway? surely none.
pietro's hand is on the door handle, turning it, and he pulls the door to open it...!]
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Looking for me?
[She hasn't stepped into her bedroom much beyond grabbing a change of clothes.
Surely he's not snooping.
Besides, all the good things are up in the ceiling above them.]
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startling a little at her appearance behind him, pietro tries to play it cool, though he pushes the door closed in reflex.]
Not really.
[it's not a lie. he points at the door.]
This is your room, right?
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[It's asked pleasantly enough. She doesn't mind Pietro going into her room. There's nothing dangerous or incriminating in there, beyond perhaps a deed to a house in a town she can never return to.]
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[he does raise an arm over her head and puts it over her shoulder, bringing her close.]
Why give me a new room when you had one yourself?
[it's been all this time and while pietro has practiced perfect patience, he feels like there is so much his sister hasn't told her. it makes him feel a little icky in his soul.]
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There might come a time you want to sleep with a bed to yourself.
[... not that Wanda foresees that happening anytime soon.]
If you want to see my room, Pietro, you can just ask.
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[this again.......]
I do not want to see your room. [wait— he takes his index finger to tap just under her left shoulder.] It feels like you are keeping things from me. I missed the invitation to Wanda's heart emporium. [whatever that means.]
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She frowns at him. It's not a very convincing attempt to play oblivious. Not to him.]
What could I be keeping from you?
[There's a list.]
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it's the curse of being a twin. they've known each other since before they were born, there were (usually) no secrets between them.
pietro pulls away, towards the door, and pulls it open to help himself in.]
Nothing, I would hope, except I know nothing about your life between Sokovia and now. Perhaps it is not important, or maybe you do not want me to know.
[HE'S CHEATING pulling the guilt trip woe is pietro card, but he has been exceptionally patient, all things considered. and so, should he not catch anything particularly magical or strange in her room, he settles for the bed, wet head on the pillow.]
I understand, lil sis.
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You're cheating.
[She'll call him out on it, hands folded over her stomach.]
It's not that I don't want you to know. It's that... [A lot of it wasn't good. A lot of it actually was good, and she'd felt guilty for being so happy when her brother was dead. And then Vision was dead.]
It's not important anymore. I have you back. That's all that matters, Pietro.
[She misses Vision and Billy and Tommy but that life in Westview wasn't real. This is.]
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shared experiences and all that.]
Yes, I understand.
[he does, but—]
But you are sad. Between the happy, I mean. I can tell. You have me back, but what good is that if all I do is make you worry and run and eat your delicious food? [—it's like a tv episode—] Being your brother is more than that. It makes me feel less like a brother if I don't do my job right.
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[She didn't. She always missed him, always wished he could be there with her. When Steve showed her the silly tourist traps in New York, or Natasha dragged her out of bed to go find some suitable clothes for a girl her age in the city, she always wished Pietro was there, too.]
That would make me a terrible sister.
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What kind of brother would I be if I felt bad just because you made friends and had fun?
[he turns his head, to look at her.]
How do I explain... It is like a dish of lasagna, right? But you can only see the cheese on top, nothing else. You are missing out on the pasta and the meat and the sauce. What sauce is it and is it spicy? Is the pasta raw? [...this metaphor...] I only see the cheese, and it looks great. But I do not know if everything else is alright.
Does it make sense?
beautiful
i'm laughing at these two iuahhhf
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3/3 ig
pietro!!!!
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this whole thread 😂
INFANTS also dw please give me notifs omg
me losing notifs too nooo
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lmfaoooooooo
it always comes back to scary witch in the woods
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*BIENTRO*
beautiful
are you watching the what if series, btw? (i exist)
yes!! :D I love it!!! Totally current, need 50000 more eps and yay for existing c:
okay becAUSE THE WHOLE "BABA YAGA" BIT HAD ME LIKE "WAIT PIETRO SAID THAT 23093 TIMES"
so you're saying all the death was pietro's fault
yes, and also felt like i spoiled myself because *i just knew*
baba yaga never allowed to be happy
now i'm sad :'(
forever doomed to be a zombie
join pietro in zombiedom
zombie twins :(
if only.. me holding out hope for pietro in what if 🤡
wanda can never be happy, therefore no pietro ever
i hate how right you are
cries 😭
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