#// wanda and pietro for wal

[starrcrxssed]

@demongemz​

Wanda was a broken soul, these days. She seemed to wander the streets on autopilot. Almost a ghost, haunting nowhere and nothing in particular. She’d lost everything and everyone she’d ever loved, and had come here to start over. To make a fresh start, with something of a new reputation. Or hopefully, lack thereof. She wasn’t wandering anywhere in particular on this foggy, London morning. 

Seeing her brother’s face wasn’t exactly shocking to her. She’d seen him over and over, thousands of times in faces that weren’t Pietro’s. She was used to it. The difference was, it usually faded after a few seconds- but not this time. Stopping in her tracks, she kept her eyes on him. Watching his mannerisms, seeing him turn his head and look in different directions and yet? His features stayed the same. 

“Pietro?” It was little more than a whisper, her heart not allowing her to say it any louder, lest she was wrong. Because surely, she was.

@demongemz​

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 21

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TWs/SUMMARY: Wanda fluff, Loki fluff, we're getting a whole ass friendship! Dad sucks. The outfits are neat tho! Check the end for a mood board 😍

a/n: dress inspo and aesthetic visuals can be found here, here and here. (Paolo Sebastian, Firefly Path gowns and Viona Ielegems photography).

"Gi-i-irl..." Wanda drawled, seeing me arrive with Tony, both of us freshly showered and still hazy from the amazing orgasms. God only knew what she'd seen in both of our heads - if judging only by the vivid, crimson blush she spouted, it was definitely something very NSFW. Bruce already sat at the dinner table, quietly slurping his soup, his back and shoulders the most relaxed I'd ever seen. He gave me a knowing smile once he noticed my presence in my usual spot by his side.

The rest of the team appeared completely oblivious, preoccupied by their food.

"So, about the party. Got any costume ideas?" I cut straight to the chase, unwilling to wait for Wanda to start asking for details right in front of everyone.

Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Thor and Natasha all answered affirmative, the latter whacking Clint upside the head and firmly stating "no funny business". I couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy shit the Bird had in mind and was kind of disappointed at Nat's intervention. A good chaotic moment was always worthwhile in my opinion!

The other bird, Sam, approached Bruce with caution as he wondered if the scientist was interested in doing a paired costume with him, only to be interrupted by Tony declaring, with childish glee, he had a "wicked project" that he and Bruce would be doing together. The scientist gave a resigned sigh and apologized.

Sam wasn't deterred by the slight setback; he approached Clint instead and after being given an okay from Natasha, the Birds decided to pair up. As they should, if you'd ask me.

"I have a costume but I need some accessories. Wanda, Lokes, join me on my lil' shopping trip?" I prompted, wanting everybody to be included. I was fully prepared for Loki to scoff and dismiss my invitation but the Asgardian nodded after a second of brief speechlessness. Didn't anyone invite him to birthday parties as a kid? Either way, Thor gave me a grateful smile, like a proper big brother. Both Asgardians had grown visibly closer during the past couple of months which made me hide a secretive smile behind a spoonful of soup.

It turned out, Loki hadn't exactly been introduced to the buzzing beehive that is NYC. He didn't get out much and when he needed to be somewhere, the man simply teleported to the desired destination. As convenient as it must've been, I still expressed my outrage at his lack of experience doing the usual "touristy" things that, in my opinion, every non-newyorker was obligated to do when visiting. Yes, even if said visitor had literally traveled across different galaxies.

Wanda wasn't much better in terms of city knowledge. According to her, she'd lived here for several years already but never bothered to go beyond the borders of the block surrounding the Avengers tower. The witch didn't have friends outside of her teammates (therapy. they all needed so much therapy. y'all...) so she simply saw no point in going anywhere beyond the local mall.

Which was trash. I mean, I loved Hot Topic and Forever 21 as much as any other young adult with depression and anxiety but it was literally impossible to wear clothes made out of cheap cotton and polyester all the time. I'm pretty sure I would have hives and ulcers if I attempted that.

"We're going on Sixth Avenue and that's final. No friend of mine will be wearing shit from Wal-Mart at a Stark party," I interrupted Wanda's defensive stuttering, using my other hand to summon an Uber.

"That is good advice," Loki, previously silent, added in a sweet tone. I counted on the fashionable Asgardian to be on my side and with his schmoozing skills, I didn't even have to drag Wanda inside the car by, like, her hair or whatever. The three of us barely fit into the small Toyota anyway.

A thought struck me when I had to consciously avoid stepping on Loki's leather shoes and keep away my elbow from Wanda's stomach. "Mister? I'll give you a hundred bucks cash if you turn around and drive to this address," I hurriedly rattled off my home address, delighting in the way the driver nearly did a U-turn at the mention of crispy dollar bills.

We arrived home quickly. Wanda gaped in mild disbelief at the size of my house while Loki looked about as interested as he'd ever be. His face was akin to an expression one made while smelling fresh manure. Opening the garage, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise of my dad's outrageously painted Corvette standing neatly by my white Range Rover.

Loki looked and felt considerably less tense in the back of my car. The subtle signs of discomfort all but left his face replaced by slight wonder as I explained how to adjust the temperature and turn on the heated seats.

Dad met us at the gates. "You didn't come in to say hello," He pouted. His breath reeked like a five-day drinking binge hangover and he looked a dead man.

"We're in a hurry, dad. There's a lot to be done," I replied curtly, hoping to get rid of him fast. I hated being sober around my drunk father. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel.

"You're like your mother, always busy," Dad's laugh was coarse and bitter. "But at least you find time for Stark and his friends. That'll do your future real good," He clapped once on the hood of my car, heading back to the house with a wave of his hand, just in time to miss the disgusted shudder that ran through me.

I knew my dad well enough to understand the implications of what he meant by his words. In his world, fucking way up to the top was considered the norm. I'd rather cut off my own foot than use Tony that way.

"Sorry you had to see that. I thought he was still in Cali," I gritted my teeth, pulling out of the driveway.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that. I have no kind words regarding your father," Loki's look was sympathetic in the rearview mirror.

"Or your mother," Wanda added, messing with her seatbelt. Loki nodded tersely.

"Aight, aight," I sighed, set on improving the mood. "Let's not poop this party. We're getting some absolutely delicious beverages and wasting my money on outrageous pretty things. My treat."

Wanda's protests were drowned out by Motorhead and Loki's grumbling was overshadowed by Guns'n'Roses. Their resistance didn't stand a chance. Few blocks out, the witch was singing along to November Rain, heavily accented and terribly off-key, and the Asgardian watched New York city intently behind the protection of the tinted rear windows of my ride. He seemed mesmerized by the crowds and the variety of colorful shop fronts. This was the the one and only reason I eased off the gas pedal and drove the speed limit for once.

The atmosphere was, well, magical. Looking at my two companions, I discovered the familiar city anew with every question they asked, every remark they made. The desire to ask in turn about their homelands melted like the tension I was harbouring after the run-in with my father. Content and warm, I had my attention divided between Loki and Wanda juggling their wonder back-and-forth between themselves and the absolutely crazy NYC traffic.

So what if I parked in a no-parking zone just to get us the most delicious coffee in the city? Loki, the resident tea person, ordered himself something unpronounceable, something that made the barista twitch. Wanda got a sugary-sounding vanilla-white chocolate perversion. I just got a mocha, having had outgrown my adolescent desires to experiment with "how sweet can I make this coffee before I literally puke?" beverages.

With a laugh, I instructed them to pose in front of the nearest reflective surface to brag about our coffees on Instagram - this café deserved more recognition. My companions reluctantly obliged.

I wonder if the barista realized just who had bought the coffee - Loki was quite a media darling when it came to fangirls. Tony's PR team did a wonderful job on the Asgardian's redemption arc. The trickster only fueled the utter devotion his fangirls had for him by being extra nice and charming in every video I've seen. I guess you can't out-mindcontrol manners outta somebody, he was raised a prince after all.

It wasn't raining but the autumn chill seeped into the tiny spaces between my layers of clothing. I already managed to regret my fashionable dark academia inspired outfit at least twice, however the matching vibe all three of us had was positively dashing. Loki, wearing his usual onyx black and dark green. Wanda with a burgundy sweater dress and thigh high platformed boots - sweater dresses, out of all things, had no business looking this good on anybody. But she pulled it off.

"You said you've got a costume. Mind sharing what it is?" The witch said, curiously peeking into the windows of a nearby vintage boutique as we took our leisurely stroll with steaming paper cups keeping our fingers warm.

"A fairy dress. It was custom made for me last year and I actually didn't get to wear it. I need some jewelry to go with it," I explained, stopping to show a photo of the dress on my smartphone. "And some shoes, too. Let's hope the party will be held completely indoors, otherwise I'll freeze my ass off."

"Custom made?" Wanda squeaked, looking at the garment in wonder. Loki gave a vaguely approving nod.

"Yeah, there's a company that makes these fantasy dresses. You want one? What did you have in mind for your costume anyway?" I switched the topic quickly, seeing how Wanda withdrew into herself slightly. I heard from Peter she grew up poor, in the middle of a war and I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything. I wasn't good at these things...

"I thought maybe I could match with you," She replied, slowly taking a sip of her coffee.

"Sure. There are a couple of shops with really cute dresses that fit the aesthetic." Marchesa. We need a Marchesa store. And a Zuhair Murad - if there was one on this stretch of road. "What about you, Lokes? Anything in particular strike your fancy?" I asked our silent companion, frantically googling the information I needed.

"Black," He answered moodily.

"Boo, you whore," I rolled my eyes at his scoff. We had watched the Mean Girls recently and he got the reference, immediately raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You know, you could do so much with this pale aristocratic look you've got going on. How about a medieval vampire?"

"Like Lestat? He's fucking hot," Wanda and I understood each other promptly. She jumped on the bandwagon immediately.

Combining my blunt honesty and her adorable fawning over a fictional bloodsucker, we managed to convince Loki into going on a hunt for brocaded, velvet suits and blouses with ruffles for his look. The trickster revolted at the mere suggestion of procuring some fake fangs, instead magically making them appear and showing them off in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, much to my and Wanda's delighted shrieking. He looked, I daresay, very attractive, like a porcelain figurine. Delicate but dangerous.

We arrived at the store that showcased beautiful, airy dresses of silk, chiffon and tulle. The lace was delicate and the seams invisible. I ushered Wanda into a dressing room with a shop attendant that was quietly but strictly instructed to not discuss the cost of the dresses and hide the price tags.

"I want it to be a gift. My friend here deserves no less than a magical experience," I explained quietly, winking at a bewildered Loki.

"Why did you do that?" He asked once Wanda was given a selection of several dresses in flattering colours and led into a separate dressing room.

"These dresses, they're special so they're a bit pricey. And knowing Wanda, she'll make a scene and refuse to let me buy them for her," I idly twirled my phone in my hands. "But every girl wants to be a princess and it's kinda sad she never got to be one. It's more than just a dress, it's more than feeling pretty, although it's a big part of it. She'll feel on top of the world."

Loki nodded. I'm certain he didn't understand it - being a man and all - and I wasn't sure I understood it completely, too. I never lacked pretty or expensive things, always got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But for a moment, I thought how it must've been for Wanda - seeing all these girls on TV, looking like pictures - and never having the chance to experience that. A concept that made me so sad, I was tempted to ask the customer service person for a glass of scotch. Being poor sounded depressing as hell.

Suddenly, Loki's cool, large hand landed on mine. "Thank you. I am certain Wanda will be the most beautiful lady at the ball."

I stared at him. Loki understood.

"Well, I... I don't know how finicky you are on gender labels for clothes, but there were a couple of blouses you might want to check out. They've got the neck ruffles and shit." My throat suddenly seized up and I had to clear it before speaking, steering away from the uncomfortably emotional moment. Thankfully, Loki wandered off without as much as a word.

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[wlw-imagines-blog]

Ghost Hunting with Wanda Would Include:

(A/N: This is definitely inspired by buzzfeed unsolved.)

Your and Wanda’s form of ghost hunting is spur-of-the-moment, let’s-go-wander-through-the-forest-right-now.

Sometimes the two of you feel the most in tune with the spirits, is when you’re in the parking lot of a Wal-mart at three in the morning, because you ran out of ravioli. 

Because of Wanda’s powers, she can sometimes feel essences and sensations of other people in rooms. Whenever she does, she just puts a hand on your shoulder and whispers. “There’s someone else here.”

When the two of you actually find a haunted site, the both of you are equal parts believer and cynic.

However, when it comes to evidence, Wanda the type to not believe any evidence, and shrugs off all ghostly happenings. Yeah, despite her powers, she doesn’t think its possible to commune with the dead.

“Wanda, the voice clearly said “I’m right here.”

“Right... okay.”

“Wanda.”

She believes that the dead and departed live on another plain of existence that isn’t contactable. 

The two of you really get decked out with all sorts of hunting gear in your bags. Flashlights, EVP recorder, EMF meter. Even a thermal camera. 

Wanda likes to hold your hand whenever you investigate old abandoned homes, recording footage on her phone. 

“So here’s the new house, Pietro.”

“Put that away, Wanda.”

Surprisingly, neither of you get terribly afraid when investigating. It’s more of a hobby for you to spend time with her.

Pietro, Shuri, and Peter being genuinely excited, but the rest of the team kind of just squint and go along with it. 

When Steve asked the two of you where you were going, seeing that you had bags and hiking gear, Wanda merely answered, “ghost hunting.” 

Natasha gave you a weird look, Steve frowned, Clint sighed, Tony was incredulous, while Thor simply said “stay safe.”

Shuri and Peter actually joined the you and Wanda once, but in the end, the group just ended up laying on the grass and screaming for the ghosts to show themselves. 

Wanda and you’d spent hours laughing as Shuri would jump out from behind trees and scare Peter.

That was some of the most fun the two of you had had while ghost hunting.

[thecloserkin]

fic rec: if wishes were horses, we would rule the world by epicureanEmpath

fandom: Marvel

pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff

word count: 35k

Is it canon: Yes

Is it explicit: No

Is it endgame: Yes

Is it shippable: Yes

This fic was written in 2013 (Avengers: Age of Ultron saw theatrical release in 2015) and thus is not MCU canon-compliant. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff are mutants. “They have superpowers” is the one detail that all the comics and movies agree on, and usually those innate talents are enhanced by torture/experimentation. The premise of this story is that they were not born mutants—or rather, that Wanda was born with the power to alter reality through “wishes” and in a moment of weakness she grants Pietro’s entreaty to “make me faster than anyone else.” I wish he was like me, she thinks, and to her sorrow she dooms them both to the inevitable fate of mutants in this fallen world. Unleashing a wish, you see, is kind of like firing a revolver. The recoil from her wish lands Pietro in the hospital and the twins, eventually, in Herr Doktor’s laboratory as experimental subjects/victims.

What this fic does superbly is depict powerlessness as the defining quality of childhood:

In that moment Wanda saw that nothing she could say would convince Mother of the truth.

And make no mistake, they are children, they spend 5x more time thinking about ice cream than sex, and the cruelest thing Herr Doktor does is take away five years of their childhood. FIVE YEARS. That’s like, a third of their lives. It’s cruel that at first their parents disbelieve their claims re: superpowers; then when the twins are fucking kidnapped by Nazis and locked up as human lab rats, their parents don’t even coming looking for them—Mother and Father have swallowed the lie that Pietro and Wanda ran off. Adopted children do, sometimes. Man do you guys remember what it’s like to be a kid? Like a really small kid and you’re playing with a toy and someone comes along and makes you stop doing what you were doing and force you to, idk, eat broccoli instead? There is a convincing case to be made that this is why so many children are “picky eaters,” btw—because food is the one arena where they can exert some modicum of control over their lives. Sorry my point was that children are generally in a pretty powerless position, and that’s why Wanda’s newfound abilities are so gamechanging when they first manifest. Later, Wanda blames those same abilities for her captivity:

She hated her power most of all. Without it they would have gone on being Wanda and Pietro. Cookie dough ice cream whenever they could pinch it. Summers spent languid by the pool or buried hip deep in literature (for Pietro) and poetry (for Wanda)….Now Wanda barely remembered what a book smelled like. She couldn't recall the feel of the breeze, or a shirt's cotton caress on her skin. Only those few brief visits with Pietro had kept her anchored to herself. When she lost all hope and sought death in her soul, she could remember the brush of his hand in her hair and keep going, just for another minute, another hour, another day.

90% of the soul-crushing toll of her captivity lies in her separation from Pietro. At one point Herr Doctor promises her an hour alone with Pietro if she passes a test. A whole hour, she thinks—unheard of. But it’s all part of the test:

Herr Doktor had given no guidelines, laid down no rules. He never did. Wanda might perform perfectly throughout the meeting and still be denied that hour. All depended on the whim of Herr Doktor.

This is actually a tried-and-true strategy employed by those in authority against subjugated populations everywhere: keep ‘em guessing; set no firm rules that might be challenged or appealed; make them hang on your every whim, make them study your moods and concentrate all their energies on anticipating your displeasure.

“How did you say you keep control again? Suppressants?” “I have her brother too,” Herr Doktor said. He tipped Wanda's chin up with almost paternal care. “They are so fond of one another.”

The slimiest word in that sentence is paternal tbh. He feels paternal towards the twins, he’s just a benevolent parental figure hahaha NO. Ok so one day Pietro kisses Wanda during one of their brief visitations:

“Tomorrow,” Herr Doktor said, struggling to maintain calm, “he will be castrated. We cannot have you breeding little monsters, can we?” “If you touch him,” Wanda said, “I will wish you dead on the spot. How is the old heart doing, hm?” “My men have orders to shoot him if anything happens to me.” “If they shoot him, I will wish myself dead and be rid of this place – and you – either way.” His Adam's apple bobbed. She had him, for now.

Checkmate. You cannot win a game of chicken against someone who has nothing to lose, and Wanda’s only hostage to fortune is Pietro. If anything ever happens to Pietro all bets are off and Wanda becomes a loose canon.

They effect their escape!!! But the trauma of five years’ captivity is not so easily sloughed off. For one thing, they’re still minors but they can’t go back to their parents. They have no money, no job, nobody to turn to:

she almost wanted the sea to swallow her just so they could stop running. Herr Doktor would never find them at the bottom of the ocean.

Wanda missed colour … Wanda still dreamed in colour. And the colour was red.

This hurts so much. It’s a hard fic to read, not because there’s any graphic depictions of violence, but because the most effective form of torture is mental, and the whole story is limited-POV Wanda and we are really deep in her head and she is fucking petrified even after they break out of Herr Doktor’s lab. Here they are on the run and Wanda’s rediscovering something banal after being treated as subhuman for so long:

In the bottom drawer she found a compartment full of small, round black bundles. She tipped her head to one side and looked at them for a long time, unable to think what they were for. Finally she picked one up and pulled it apart. All at once the word came back to her. She had utterly forgotten about socks.

SOCKS she forgot about socks ohmygod it’s not like a lab rat would get to wear socks. The biggest casualty of their captivity is that Wanda store of trust in humanity is depleted. She feels like the society that allows somebody like Herr Doctor to exist is complicit in her and Pietro’s torture, and she ain’t wrong:

And yet the man below them was innocent. The man with the pickles, the police officers, the father, all of them were innocent in their ignorance. Herr Doktor had deceived them as thoroughly as he had deceived Wanda. How many times had Herr Doktor gone out to the store in those five years? How could the cashier have known, just by looking at those patronly eyes, that here was a madman who kept children bound like slaves in his laboratory?

She trusts Pietro and that’s it. Everybody else can go to hell. Pietro buys her a necklace!!! Well he steals her a necklace (they sneak into Wal-marts right before closing and sleep there at night), a delicate gold chain with a garnet bc Wanda’s all about repping the color RED in this story and I am here for it. There is something about brothers giving their sisters jewelry that hits all my buttons. I think because there is a social norm about men buying jewelry for the important women in their lives, including not just romantic partners but mothers and daughters too, so buying jewelry for your sister is technically unremarkable but it’s all about the context. One of my favorite scenes in Tabitha Suzuma’s Forbidden was when he scraped together the money from tutoring to buy her a surprise Christmas present and it was an engraved bracelet. Giving a woman in your life a really nice piece of jewelry is A Statement, but is it a statement of “I love you platonically” or “I love you and you’re my soulmate”? Am I the only one who is soft for this ambiguity?

ANYWAY Charles and Erik stumble on the twins so they are going to be taken into the bosom of the mutant community and they are going to be just fine.

[starrcrxssed]

@demongemz

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to upset you” Pietro looked at his sister as he released how deeply he cared for his twin, there wasn’t a thing she could do that would make him hate her. Many had tried to get him to turn from her but they shared a bond built together over years of hardship he couldn’t blame her for going a little off the rails when all she experienced was lost.

“You should never doubt me, I’m your older brother, which means I’ll always have your back” He mused giving her a soft smile “Nothing over the top, just an apartment not far from here, hence why I doing a little shopping at the market.” He mused nodding his head “You can come check it out, I promise I’m doing okay, well as okay as someone can when they were brought back to life without any rhythm or reason.” He replied started while leading her towards his apartment. @starrcrxssed

@starrcrxssed​

He was remarkably calm. But then, he always had been. Wanda smiled, a warm and comfortable smile she hadn’t experienced in....come to think of it, she couldn’t remember how long it had been. Not since before Billy and Tommy had....gone away. “It wasn’t you I doubted.” She shook her head, but her smile remained. “You were always the cooler head.” Funny, she could hear her Sokovian accent thickening in her voice now that they had been talking for a bit. “Your feet are fast, but your mind is calm.” She wasn’t sure she’d ever had the realization before. His patience, at least for her, had never run out. He’d barely even ever raised his voice at her. Always spoken so softly, so reassuring. Maybe he knew their lives were already chaotic enough. There was no need for any more.

“Yes, please, lead the way.” She tried to shake off the heaviness of the conversation they’d just been having. “I need to be sure my brother isn’t living in squalor.” She laughed a little. “Or worse, a toxic bachelor pad.” 

@demongemz

[lilhemmo]

I wish one of the movies had the Avengers grocery shopping: Steve trying to show Bucky the ropes of modern-day grocery shopping and explaining to him why everything is so danged expensive; Pietro running down and aisle at the speed of light until he skids and crashes into a display because he was distracted by one of the pretty workers; Wanda with her own cart and making sure no one is looking before she starts using telekinesis to get stuff off of high shelves because she is tiny, etc.

“There are grocery carts for babies? Shaped like cars?!”

Bucky looks over at the line of buggies in the entrance of Wal-Mart, completely baffled by the idea. He snorts, “I mean, those were fresh off the press before we went off to war, but now they make them so babies feel special. That’s so cool.”

Steve snorts, grabbing the list out of his pocket, “Yeah, but if we stand here marveling at the grocery carts any longer, an old lady might come along and hit us with her cane.” Sam rolls his eyes, already pulling a buggie beside them, “I’m ready when you two old timers are.”

Bucky huffs in annoyance, never understanding the validity of Sam’s sarcasm. He trudges along beside Steve, looking over his shoulder at the long list of grocery items. “Why do they send us to do this? Don’t women do this sort of thing?”

“Not anymore,” Steve answers, nodding towards a young dad with a baby strapped to his chest. “Men can do anything women can do, and vice versa.”

“Huh,” Bucky nods, “interesting.”

“I’ll go with you, Buck,” Wanda speaks up, floating herself into the room. She smiles, “I need a few things for dinner tomorrow night.”

Bucky nods, knowing that Pietro is likely to follow anywhere his sister is going. He tugs on his dark blue hat, covering his eyes with the brim. Wanda pulls on a jacket, and Pietro ties up his best running shoes. Together they walk to the nearest grocery store, given New York’s crazy traffic makes Bucky anxious and Pietro impatient. 

Wanda pulls one of the carts out of the line and pushes it towards the market section, searching for her ingredients. Bucky looks around, watching the people as they pass by him. He grabs bread and a few other nondescript items he always gets when Steve makes him tag along. He’s also gotten a new liking for ramen noodles, so he throws a few packs of them into the buggie. 

When he turns to ask Wanda if she’s ever tried the shrimp flavored ones, he watches as her red mist curls around a jar of spice that is conveniently on the top shelf, a solid six feet above her head. He smiles, tilting his head down as he laughs quietly at her antics. 

“What?” she asks, noticing his actions. “It was too far for me to reach.”

Suddenly a gust of air distracts them, Bucky stuttering on his feet. Pietro winces, a jar of peanut butter in his hands. “We need to leave.”

The intercom sounds, “Clean up on aisle seven!”

He nods his head, “Now.”

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[starrcrxssed]

@sokovianspeedster​ (Pietro x Wanda)​

Continued from here

Time was a strange, strange construct. She noticed the smile he gave her, probably there and gone much too quickly for the average eye- but Wanda had adapted to catch his mannerisms between the blurs. She smiled back, happy that he was here. Happy that they had spent years apart and yet hadn’t fallen out of step even a little. She was happy to be in sync and teamed up again the way it should always have been. Wanda, was happy. She’d forgotten what that felt like. There was a dull ache somewhere hidden, a warning. Her subconscious telling her to be wary of such feelings, as they only made it hurt that much worse when it all cam crumbling down. It was inevitable.

But she pushed it aside for now. She focused on what she was doing, moving rubble and debris as carefully as possible to not further injure anyone trapped beneath or between. “Stronger...yes...” She shrugged a little, happy to not have to get into it all, not right now. “You could say that.” His entire presence put her at ease, enabling her to be able to get the job done without worry. “I need to move all of this stuff somewhere it wont hurt anyone. When you get a second...” She strained just a little, holding it all in the air, suspended and orbiting around one another. “Can you look around?” It would take him nanoseconds to find a field or ravine, or anything unpopulated to relocate all the wreckage.