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You don't have love handles, either.

[She'll stare him down while making a grab for his side.]

I'll fix that soon enough.

[finger to her forehead, he pushes her back, wiggling away from any contact to The Ticklish Zone.]

Now I am getting self-conscious, Wanda.

What? [She goes a little cross-eyed, trying to look at his finger.] You're too skinny right now, but it won't last for long.

Okay, okay.

[he's moving his finger around in circles because it's kinda funny to see her eyes get like that, trying to follow it.]

But you have to make time for drawing with me, yes?

[and he's sitting back, tapping now at the art pad with his finger.]

All my time is for you, Pietro.

[When she thought she lost him, she hated every moment she got frustrated with him, every moment she took for granted. None of that again.]

I never need to make time for you.

[She grabs a red marker and holds her hand out for his palm. Let Wanda draw on you, Pietro. The markers are washable.]

[how does she know that he's weak to getting touched like that; the tingly sensation on the back of his neck when she runs her fingers through his hair, or the way the tip of the marker will brush on his skin in whatever random patterns she chooses to draw?

—wait, they're twins. right.]

You know, just in case you are very busy.

[he hands his hand over and falls back on the bed again, because it seems like he'll just be lazy this rainy afternoon. he stares up at the ceiling.]

Does your magic not get tired?

[She scoots a little closer so she can comfortably rest the back of his hand on her knee, one hand keeping it steady while she draws on his palm. She's just tracing the lines on his skin.]

I don't think so. Not anymore. Limits are...

[Wanda motions vaguely with the marker. She doesn't know what limits are.]

[a light shrug that she won't be able to see, but he kinda gets what she says without her needing to say it.

he flexes his fingers a little.]

That is good. I hope to be the same one day. It would be just like training for a marathon.

You never ran a marathon.

[She draws a line down his index finger.]

But you are being patient, bringing your strength back up to what it was.

I have run multiple marathons. Just not official ones.

[it counts, right? running as much as he does??

his hand is going to look all sorts of weird when she's done, isn't it?]

Are you saying I need to run official ones?

[His hand will look artsy, thank you very much! Maybe that means weird. Maybe that means she's just drawing lines, however she fancies.]

You're too fast. It'd be unfair. Unless you like being a cheater? Is my beloved big brother a cheater?

[woah woah WOAH, these accusations.

and so, mumbled:]

The only cheater I know is someone cheating on Parcheesi last night.

Mm, I wasn't "cheating" until you started losing.

[She draws a heart on the pad of his middle finger.]

This is highly suspicious logic.

[while the ink is still (slightly) wet, pietro frees his hand from his sister's hold, and very swiftly presses the pad of his middle finger right on the middle of her forehead.

what results is a heart missing its straight lines but keeping vivid curves and pointy end.

he sits up, fancying his artistic work printed on her skin, bumping his shoulder against hers as he studies his drawn-upon hand.]

Oh, very fancy doodles.

[Wanda grunts, going a little cross-eyed when he stamps her. She let him do it, though she belatedly bats at his hand.]

I didn't want a tattoo, thank you.

Neither did I, but look at my vandalized hand!

[he waves his hand in front of his face, the batting of his hand letting him know that it's annoying—and so he will be annoying about it.]

Even if, yes, very pretty.

It's art. We're doing art, Pietro.

[He's the one who started this! Maybe. She did provide the markers. She pretends to chomp at his fingers with her teeth.]

I was doing art. I do not know what you were doing.

[he's doing this to himself]

You were being a bully to your baby sister.

[She's always back to being the younger one when it works to her advantage.]

It's okay. I know you don't know how to be otherwise.

Right, yes. The pink-purple dog debate.

[was that when the bullying started? hm]

It is very important that I am always tough on you. Make you more better in handling the real bullies of the world.

[She would just tear apart the real bullies. Literally. But he doesn't need to know that.]

Always tough? That seems excessive.

Well, a little soft sometimes, little nice crispy pastry outside and soft filling inside.

[it's always about food]

...I remember you said something about lasagna not too long ago?

You had your fill of being nosy and lazy, and now it's back to your natural state of hungry, hmm?

[She adores him. Wanda reaches over to try and mess up hair hair. Except it's always fuckin' messy.]

How can I be nosy if you are all in my business?

[like messing his hair??]

When you are busy cooking, I can go and do some snooping.

Oh, no. You're helping me cook. Besides, what are you hoping to find? I lived a very boring life until you found me.

[Nevermind that book up in the attic that she might read, or be reading right this moment. Magic. And there are no stairs to get up there.]

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