Happy Hanukkah
ofheartxearth :
“A beer it is.” she smiled and went for the kitchen just next door, so she could still hear him. “Sokovia, huh? Yeah I heard stuff about over there.” She came back with two open beers and handed Pietro his as she sat down next to him. “I’m sorry. I know what it’s like to be left alone in this shitty world.” In this, their stories were quite similar and they both went through the same pain. “To… shitty teenagehood then. And, family?”
His past wasn’t as hurtful as it used to be, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like to dwell on it. “To shitty teenagehood,” he echoed before taking a drink. “What happened in your shitty teenagehood? I mean, I did share after all.”














