[pietro tilts his head, also mirroring the way peter looks at him, trying to find that recognition that would spell out for him who the hell this kid is. there is nothing that he can gather from his own volition, not without wanda whispering the answers to him. unfortunately, wanda's busy elsewhere in the realm of these entangled realities, trying to pull together at the magical seamsβwhich means that pietro is on autopilot.]
A kid in the Avengers? [he snorts, good-naturedly, and offers a grin.] Come on, you must have heard. Pietro. Do not go forgetting it.
[βwanda's eyes open; they're a haze of redβ]
Well, I will trust you. If you take too long, I will come back for you.
[pietro fist bumps peter's suit, right on the chest; the action is not strong enough to throw peter off-kilter, but because of the magic at play, it is enough to make the young man lose his balance, fall back, and land himself on a couch. peter sits in the middle of it, in a homely, suburban home, clean and crisp, no sign of destruction nor bombs. there two kids beside him playing video games: one in a green jacket, the other in a red sweatshirt.]
Heyβ! Stop, I got youβ! Tommy! We're in the same team! No way!
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A kid in the Avengers? [he snorts, good-naturedly, and offers a grin.] Come on, you must have heard. Pietro. Do not go forgetting it.
[βwanda's eyes open; they're a haze of redβ]
Well, I will trust you. If you take too long, I will come back for you.
[pietro fist bumps peter's suit, right on the chest; the action is not strong enough to throw peter off-kilter, but because of the magic at play, it is enough to make the young man lose his balance, fall back, and land himself on a couch. peter sits in the middle of it, in a homely, suburban home, clean and crisp, no sign of destruction nor bombs. there two kids beside him playing video games: one in a green jacket, the other in a red sweatshirt.]
Heyβ! Stop, I got youβ! Tommy! We're in the same team! No way!