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*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.]

i hate how right you are

[margenes]

[grumbled into the mattress:]

I do not like when you talk about cleaning.

[his least favorite thing to do is: CHORES. all of them. gradually, he does turn around until he's facing up, grabbing the art pad from her.]

It is unnecessary. Can I look now?

[he's keeping the drawing facing away from him.]

cries 😭

[redchaos]

I suppose, if you're awake.

[Wanda shrugs, glancing at her hideous drawing of beans and trees and birds.]

Go on, brother. Be awed.

[margenes]

[alright, now he sits up and sits right beside her, annoyingly leaning his weight against her as their arms and elbows bump. and—okay, awed would be one way to describe how he feels about this.

pietro is trying so hard not to laugh, his face a show of said struggle.]

These are—

[here goes]

so ugly.

[okay, he starts laughing as he's saying the last word, falling onto his back and genuinely trying to stop his wheezing laughter.]

[redchaos]

[Wanda doesn't tolerate too many in her personal space, but her brother? Her space is his, and vice versa. They shared their mother's womb, after all. She's used to having to bump him back, or shifting just enough to fit into the space he allows. He is the bigger one, even if older is debatable now.]

Hey!

[She gives him a shove, pointless as he's already falling back, so she smacks his belly with the art pad.]

It's art! I spent a whole five minutes on this. Pietro.

[Wanda is a little better at not giving into laughter, but she does smile. She can't help it.]

[margenes]

[he's hiccuping from how much he's wheezing, his throat straining from how much air he's coughing out and not breathing in. it is even funnier (to him) when she starts smacking him with the art pad, and even trying to make an argument about it being "art".]

Is... Is the five minutes telling me you spent t—too little [KEEP IT TOGETHER] or too much time...?

[alright, he's spiraling again into a fit of giggles, having to turn himself over to push his face into a pillow. this will somehow help.]

[redchaos]

[Well, now she just has to smack the back of his head with the art pad. It's more of a tap, more sound than force.]

You're such a bully. I guess I have to let you be better at something.

[She sounds so offended, laughing like that.]

[margenes]

[god, that sends him again into a fit of laughter—calling him a bully and making it sound like he's only good at it because she allows it. how dare!

okay, but, really now, all this laughing is actually making his stomach hurt. which is why he super speeds his way out of the bed to quickly get rid of that energy with a quick run (inside the house! it's still raining out, he realized upon nearly running out the porch), and even managing to sketch something in that time, totally stealing the art pad from her hands before she realizes.

and he's back—dumping himself on the bed beside her.]

I'm okay now.

[face sure is still red from laughing.]

Look, Wanda, I will work hard to teach you. It is not very difficult. [he is sketching shapes and things besides her drawings.] Are you looking? Your lines need confidence.

[isn't he unbearable]

[redchaos]

[She's not phased by Pietro zooming about, and it's her turn to annoyingly lean into his space and push in her elbow where she can.]

My lines had confidence until you laughed at them! Then you made them shrivel up in embarrassment.

[And look, her drawings are shrinking on the page. So sad.]

[margenes]

[okay, sure, his sister has magic that can make all these things exist and work themselves out in mystifying ways that he has very little understanding of. still, it does not take away from the fact that things such as making marker drawings shrink won't blow his mind.

pietro clicks his tongue, annoyed, and bats his hand at her.]

Stop that. Let your drawings stay. How will you know if you are getting better if you always erase your mistakes?

[#deep, except it's just marker drawings.]

[redchaos]

[Wanda squints at him.]

That sounded very wise.

[Wait. Is this an imposter??? Just kidding, she thinks her brother is the best. And sometimes that means he's wise.]

[margenes]

I am older and wiser.

[okay, not really. technically pietro is full of as many bad ideas wanda, except he's not entirely capable of making them happen—considering that he doesn't have magic at the tip of his fingers to make it happen.

he squints right back at her and, exasperated, huffs and stops drawing, looking her over.]

Why do you sound so surprised?