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[alright. alright. at that answer, pietro sits up and keeps her hand held, his free hand on her face, stroking gently at her cheek.]

He is not here anymore...

[because if he were, wanda wouldn't be alone here, would she?]

What happened?

Thanos killed him. He was after the mind stone. I destroyed it. And Vision.

[And a bit of herself, with him.]

But he turned back time to take it anyway.

[She did that horrible thing, and for nothing. Vis died confused and frightened, and Wanda knows this because she saw it happen. She can't look at Pietro, not wanting to see the look on his face, and so she squeezes her eyes shut.]

Who is Thanos? Is that ugly purple alien man people talk about?

[pietro and his words, he should be a poet. a poetro, if you will—

still, this does not sit right with him, whoever thanos ends up being. there are gaps to this story, but with how pained his sister looks, he doesn't want to ask for details that take away from vision. he brings her up to his arms, so he can envelop her in his arms.]

—I'm so sorry, Wanda. Why does the world just take and take from us? [from his little sister; the one he would do anything to protect?] I'm sorry.

[for bringing it up pietro u prick]

[She nods.] We tried to stop him from killing half the universe. We failed.

[Death was a relief, then, but she knows better than to tell her brother that. Vision had saved her when Sokovia fell, but there wasn't anyone there for her when she came back after the snap. Clint had his family. Natasha was dead. Steve disappeared. Sam had the shield. There wasn't a place for her anymore.]

But... it doesn't just take. I have you back.

[She's able to hug him tightly and breathe him in and bury her face against him.]

And I knew this would just make you sad.

I am not — sad.

[okay, maybe just a little, because it really is his sister being sad and lonely all this time, regardless of whether there was someone there for her or not.

sighing, he presses his head against her, and keeps her in his embrace a moment.]

You always listen to my stories of finding pretty girls, and even though you complained so much, you listened because you knew it was important to me. I want to hear stories of this man you loved. Good stories. [has wanda shared good stories, about vision?] Happy stories.

[She knows learning that she had this love, and lost it, makes him sad for her. It's that simple. Wanda would melt into him if she could, and settles for just burrowing in against him.]

All the happy ones seem a little sad, now.

[he rubs at her back]

When you are ready, okay?

[pietro doesn't need the happy stories now. it must be hard for wanda to talk about it at all.

...

he remembers how long it took for either of them to even start talking about their parents in any way that didn't revolve the bombings and hatred towards stark, whatever or whoever that was, ignorant as they were as children at the time.]

He took care of you. I owe him a big debt, in any case.

[And she couldn't even talk about him without getting upset. Losing Pietro was a wound that never healed, never could heal, so it's even more strange to have him back and have that particular hurt soothed, in its own way.]

I wonder who I owe a debt to, for bringing you back to me.

It is a little weird, actually.

[he's thoughtful for a moment.]

I cannot remember much after everything went dark in Sokovia. I remember seeing Clint's face, but...

I heard your voice, Wanda. I felt like you were calling me. Then it was dark no more.

[magic??]

[Magic, maybe. Hers? She really doesn't know the limits of what she can and cannot do. Maybe it doesn't matter when it comes to this, because all that matters is that her brother is back in her arms.

She shifts to hug him tightly and press a quick kiss to his cheek.]

I haven't clung to you this much since we were little.

[When it hit her that their parents were gone and they were alone in the world--except for one another.]

[he snorts at that piece of commentary, and has them both flopping back down on the bed.]

I know. Makes me feel very cool.

[maybe it should be a full-time role of his, an actual body pillow?]

Oh, I didn't tell you about the mountain lion. The big fun.

[Wanda would much more prefer to talk about the mountain lion over her dead love. She makes herself comfortable against his shoulder, unsure if he's pulling her leg or not about there being a real mountain lion.]

Did you name it?

What am I, a savage?

[by that, he means...]

Queen Clarice. I saw her cubs nearby jumping around the rocks.

A name and title. Generous.

[She fiddles with his hand, tracing a line from his thumb to his wrist. She likes his pulse, be it under her fingers or under her ear.]

All the better we keep people from wandering through these woods.

I was thinking maybe we keep as pet. Clarice and her cubs. We feed them milk and raw meat... cannot be very hard.

[he's jesting!! it's easy to tell by way of his snickering.]

What is the plan, Wanda? After we make sure everyone is scared of these woods? We go anywhere we want? Do we do like the Avengers, and help keep others safe?

[She knows, she knows. But it doesn't stop her from pinching his side, right under his ribs.

She doesn't know if she has superheroing in her anymore, not after all the loss and all the mistakes.]

Is that what you'd like to do, Pietro? Be a hero?

[okay, the pinching doesn't so much hurt him as it tickles, and he's flinching and laughing at that, trying to grab at her hand to make her stop!! he's ticklish, okay. 😔

once he catches his breath (and retaliates with a little pinching of his own), he answers her question.]

I'm not really sure. It felt like a good idea, but if it is possible or not is not really up to me.

[what was wanda's plan? just sit here in the middle of sokovia-nowhere? mmm... that baba yaga life, huh.]

[Of course, she's ticklish too, and jerks with a small giggle. Just like when they were children. Except he was a little more ruthless, then, as little boys tend to be when they find a weakness.]

I want to do whatever you want to do. Or at least try.

[... look, it seemed like a good plan when she had no one but herself to consult.]

That is giving me too much power. I will think about it, then.

[he leans back on the bed, resting his head on one of the pillows and using his free hand to brush back his hair.]

I suppose I will have to practice patience. [feels like she's teaching him to do so in a roundabout way??] Learn some more from this world.

[speaking of.]

Maybe start with the news. Can you make a TV appear in your room?

[He's still on the mend in her books, so patience is very much appreciated. She doesn't want to be forceful when it comes to making him slow down.

Wanda uses him as her pillow, looking over at an empty spot on her dresser that could accommodate a television. There's a moment of hesitation from her, because why bring the real world into this, but she does lift her hand. A flick of her wrist has a television appearing, complete with a remote next to Pietro on the bed.]

Just watch a little bit, at first.

[She hasn't really paid attention to the world at large since Stark's funeral.]

[and that, wanda, is not particularly healthy. pietro whistles his amazement at the increasing show of prowess from wanda, taking the remote in his hand—immediately switching it on to see what channels and reception they get to get from sheer magic alone.]

It will definitely help me not get bored.

[an arm around his sister's shoulders, he gets comfortable and starts flipping through the channels.]

I do not even know what series exist anymore. It will all probably be very confusing. What do you feel like watching?

[he jostles her a bit.]

[Go figure, her until-recently-dead twin brother is the healthier one in this home. Wanda sighs as she gets comfortable too, and there are... a lot of channels. Every channel? Maybe.]

Don't be annoying.

[She's comfy! Don't jostle her. She rests a hand on his ribs. No tickling. Just a threat 😇]

Just pick something. You don't get to ask me for a television and then make me choose.

Okay, okay. I was just being polite.

[being a gentleman and all that! he stiffens a little at The Threat On His Ribs, but eases off at a moment. he lands on a cartoon channel (cartoon network don't sue us), as the squeal of a tall guy and his dog running away from a frankenstein monster settles on the screen.

he's awash with nostalgia.]

Oh, this is that one — Scooby Doo?

[aren't you happy he went for cartoons and not the news]

[The threat passes and Wanda just wraps her arms around him, happy to give him a squeeze and settle in to watch.]

This isn't too spooky for you?

[She teases.]

There might be a man in a scary mask.

I think the very slow animation makes me feel safe, like it is not a cursed episode or something.

[tease all you want, wanda. they're watching this old cbs show.]

Maybe we can solve the mystery before the gang.

["THE GANG"]

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