[ their exchange doesn't last too long, just enough for peter's confusion to tighten when its mirrored on the other's face. he almost sputters — halfway to indignant — until he hears the name and —
pietro? eyes widen, mouth opening to ask another question. something in his mind strikes at him, a distant conversation in a displaced time, a front porch in dreamlike peace. a conversation shared between him and - and wanda?
that's right. didn't she say she had a brother named — wait okay, he's going to let him look around more, that's good, he just as to say one more thing — ] Be care—
[ there's a bump on his chest, good-natured and not hard enough to cause the lurch that follows but his stomach dips, tumbling backwards as he is. breath leaves him in a soft oof as he lands on the soft cushions of a couch in a living room he doesn't recognize.
he blinks, bolts upright. it feels like home, but not his and he ends up staring at two children, seated on the couch and playing video games.
okay, no. no no this isn't right? for all the internal monologue, the influx of questions, he tries to keep himself steady. its difficult not to feel just a little bit safe in this space and he isn't sure why, but the desperation ebbs away from his tense shoulders, replaced treacherously back with some bittersweet sort of loneliness. the back of his mind rears up in panic (still struck by seeing his aunt, throat still sore and raw from hands on it moments before, mind still reeling at the speed of trying to catch up. and why was wanda's brother there? before? he needs to find his footing, but all he feels is like he is careening through a script he can't control, memories that were once his and now are someone else's). ] Um — hello?
That looks like a fun game — [ tries for calm. succeeds mostly, just a bit out of breath. he's still in his spider suit. ] Are - are your parents around?
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pietro? eyes widen, mouth opening to ask another question. something in his mind strikes at him, a distant conversation in a displaced time, a front porch in dreamlike peace. a conversation shared between him and - and wanda?
that's right. didn't she say she had a brother named — wait okay, he's going to let him look around more, that's good, he just as to say one more thing — ] Be care—
[ there's a bump on his chest, good-natured and not hard enough to cause the lurch that follows but his stomach dips, tumbling backwards as he is. breath leaves him in a soft oof as he lands on the soft cushions of a couch in a living room he doesn't recognize.
he blinks, bolts upright. it feels like home, but not his and he ends up staring at two children, seated on the couch and playing video games.
okay, no. no no this isn't right? for all the internal monologue, the influx of questions, he tries to keep himself steady. its difficult not to feel just a little bit safe in this space and he isn't sure why, but the desperation ebbs away from his tense shoulders, replaced treacherously back with some bittersweet sort of loneliness. the back of his mind rears up in panic (still struck by seeing his aunt, throat still sore and raw from hands on it moments before, mind still reeling at the speed of trying to catch up. and why was wanda's brother there? before? he needs to find his footing, but all he feels is like he is careening through a script he can't control, memories that were once his and now are someone else's). ] Um — hello?
That looks like a fun game — [ tries for calm. succeeds mostly, just a bit out of breath. he's still in his spider suit. ] Are - are your parents around?