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[margenes]

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[redchaos]

It makes me happy, seeing you do the things you used to like. [Before their world exploded under their feet and then it was simply about survival and anger and revenge.]

I don't want you bored here, Pietro. Or feeling like... this place is too small. We can do anything. Go anywhere.

[Her newfound powers have to be good for something.]

We can draw all day and watch movies or go across the world. Whatever you want.

[margenes]

This place is the nicest home we have had in a long time, do not fret over me. I am still working on getting better anyway.

[it isn't a lie—and he knows that she will not stop fretting over him, regardless. still, he wants her to keep in mind that so far? so good. if he had something to complain about, she'd hear him grumbling all over the place.

he is drawn to a particular suggestion, though, and he scoots closer to wanda.]

How about I teach you to draw things that aren't beans?

[pietro asks, in sokovian, playful.]

We could do it together.

[redchaos]

[He could be as healthy as a horse and she'll fret. The fear of losing him again will always be there in the corner of her mind, but it's easily ignored now as he makes her laugh and respond in kind.]

What if I want to draw you? You're a bean.

[Is it an endearment or an insult? He can decide.]

[margenes]

A bean with a six pack?

[asking the real questions here. he's proud to be a #himbo, and he doesn't care how silly or corny he sounds for it.

pietro hands over the art pad and markers.]

Go ahead, let us see it.

[redchaos]

[Don't make her snort like that, Pietro.]

You've lost too much muscle to be bragging about six packs just yet.

[She uses a (capped!) marker to poke at his abdomen. He's not skin and bones, but he's lacking his strength, and she'll be happier to feel a little more meat on him when she hugs him. But Pietro burns off everything as soon as he inhales it, it seems. Lucky him.]

Don't watch me draw. I get shy.

[margenes]

I will brag because I know I will return to how I used to be.

[though he definitely does swat away the marker from poking at him.

for now, pietro will simply readjust himself so that he is lying face down on the bed, his head close to her lap, and instead of looking he will—well—put his head down on his arms as if he was cushioning it to sleep.

(prime position for getting his hair brushed by a stray hand, but he won't say as much.)]

I won't. I will just listen to Scooby-doo with my eyes closed.

[redchaos]

[He doesn't have to sat anything--as soon as he assumes position, her left hand reaches out to comb through his hair, the other picking out a blue marker and beginning to draw on the art pad balanced on her knee.]

You'll stay still for maybe three minutes.

[margenes]

I can promise more than three minutes if you continue with that.

[the combing.

(but he'll never say!!)]

Just watch.

[redchaos]

We'll see.

[She pets his hair and gives the back of his neck a little massage, too.

Her bean drawing is hideous.

He'll forgive her.]

[margenes]

[he will definitely forgive her especially since having his face trapped against the mattress while she twirls her fingers on the back of his head and neck is really nice.

he may just remain here flopped over all uselessly.]

Draw many beans.

[raising his hand and giving a casual wave. do continue drawing.]

[redchaos]

[She likes it. He's always so gogogo, even when on the mend, that getting him to willingly stay still like this is a treat. She's very much not an artist, deciding to give Bean Pietro (Bientro?) a grassy patch to stand on, a tree for shade, and speed lines. Gotta go fast.

All the while, she happily dotes on him, because she can do this if she can't have him tucked in her arms.]

*BIENTRO*

[margenes]

[combine nostalgia cartoons, the scratching of a marker on paper, and getting pampered—how is pietro supposed to survive this?]

I am falling asleep.

[a mumbled confession, because he is certain this will end at some point.]

How many beans?

beautiful

[redchaos]

You can sleep. I'm very busy with my beans.

[One bean on paper, one next to her on the bed. And a lot of trees, drawn in blue marker, because she's lazy.]

are you watching the what if series, btw? (i exist)

[margenes]

[bet you're glad you do happen to have a blue marker to draw those incorrect trees with, huh??]

But I am the most important one.

[grumbled!!]

yes!! :D I love it!!! Totally current, need 50000 more eps and yay for existing c:

[redchaos]

You are. You're always the most important.

[Bean. Person. Anything, really.]

okay becAUSE THE WHOLE "BABA YAGA" BIT HAD ME LIKE "WAIT PIETRO SAID THAT 23093 TIMES"

[margenes]

[pietro knocks at her side with a hand. how silly of her, saying things so easily like he's the most important to her. he thinks of this vision she was in love with (perhaps continues to be?), and thinks about how much he missed.]

Hm.

[okay, he's going to try and stay awake for a bit, if only to glance up at her drawings.]

As are you, little sister.

so you're saying all the death was pietro's fault

[redchaos]

[She's still drawing! There needs to be birds in the sky. Blue birds fit, but they get interrupted as she lifts the pad to gently tap it on his head. No peeking.]

You're my other half.

[As much as she loves Vision, losing Pietro was like losing a limb. She only ever knew life with him.]

yes, and also felt like i spoiled myself because *i just knew*

[margenes]

[he's been pad'd, and he rolls over onto his side so that dearest wanda can use his face as a table for the art pad if she wants to. he puts the weight of his head on his hand.]

The older half.

baba yaga never allowed to be happy

[redchaos]

[She prefers to use her knee for the art pad, and go back to petting his hair. See, she's nice.]

I don't know about that anymore.

now i'm sad :'(

[margenes]

You are not taking my oldness from me.

[he raises a hand to poke the center of her forehead.]

forever doomed to be a zombie

[redchaos]

[She lifts her chin to try and bite at his fingers. It's not really her that took it, of course.]

Is it that important?

join pietro in zombiedom

[margenes]

Of course.

[okay, this might require him to actually sit up—except, you know what?, he's comfortable as he is. there is but an attempt that is quickly abandoned.

ahem.

(don't bite him, zombienda!)]

It means that you get to listen to me first. Of course, you have a choice in decisions, but I get the first try at things. Very simple.

zombie twins :(

[redchaos]

Oh? You want first try at cleaning the kitchen, your room, the toilet...?

[Cool. Wanda likes that. She smiles and pats his head.]

if only.. me holding out hope for pietro in what if 🤡

[margenes]

[IMMEDIATELY FALLS BACK ON THE MATTRESS, limp—making obvious snoring sounds. not today, you won't catch him in your games.]

wanda can never be happy, therefore no pietro ever

[redchaos]

Ah. Wise, resting up for cleaning. There's a lot more mess since you've moved in.

[Not really. And if there was, she'd welcome it. There's a new peace in her heart she thought was lost to her forever, having her brother with her again.]