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Paris Holds the Key: Wanda and Pietro

Pietro didn’t want to let go of her, it seemed. Not that she was any different. Even as his hand cupped her cheek, she reached for his free one, squeezing his fingers.

“You should start exercising with Steve,” she told him, picking up her suitcase and moving toward the door. “You would be able to run with our bags, me, and maybe even our airplane seats.”

She grinned teasingly at him as they exited the building. The sun shone down on them and she smiled, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to face its rays. “It is nice, don’t you think? We saw the sun so little in Sokvia…I think I like New York. The weather is nice, and we have friends and family here.”

She squeezed his hand again. “Tony and Steve have helped me with my abilities, and Steve has been helping with my training. How is Sharon?”

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Sharon had let Pietro use her car to take Wanda to the airport--she would pick it up later that day. It was odd driving a car--much too confining for the mutant. But it would have to suffice for now. The vehicle sat in front of the building, waiting for the twins to come and give it life once more.

“Wanda, I think I would need to have more than two arms to do that,” he chuckled, opening the car door for his sister. Pietro listened to her as she spoke, enjoying just how happy she sounded. It had been such a rare occurrence when they were growing up that it had grown into a delicacy that the speedster revered. A wide grin was painted on his face as loaded the car with their bags.As he settled into the driver’s seat, he offered his hand out to her, and to his pleasure, she took it.

“I’m glad they’re helping you,” he noted, starting up the car. “Sharon is doing well...she really wants to get to know you better. You should have dinner with us sometime soon.”

#para: wanda #itsscarletwitchwandam #para: paris hold the key #//I seriously thought I had posted this a week ago

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A Home of Our Own: Pietro and Sharon

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For a speedster, Pietro loved skating on the edge of lateness; probably because he enjoyed the nervous ticks Sharon emitted as she watched the clock. Punctuality was one of her finest traits - embedded into her from an early age - and, though they were never actually late for anything, the possibility did cause a light stir of anxiety.

She rested the palm of her hand against the wooden door and visibly relaxed when Pietro responded to her inquiries. Relief coursed through her veins. because his voice was void of strain, which indicated that he was not ill or in pain.

“Don’t do that to me,” she called after him once she heard the shower curtain open, “I thought maybe you had food poisoning.” He closed the shower curtain behind him, and the light sprinkle of water against the porcelain tub indicated that he was probably going to freshen up before they left. Sharon knew that she had a couple of minutes, so she headed back down the hall and straightened up a little; folding a blanket which had been left on the sofa from the night before.

When the door opened and Pietro poked his head out - still a little wet from the shower - Sharon lifted a well-manicured brow and headed over to him with a playful glint in her eyes. “You sure that’s what you want me to do?” she purred, leaning forward to kiss him heatedly and then quickly breaking the embrace to go fetch the clothing with a smirk. “You’re right, good idea.”

What a tease.

She retreated to the bedroom and quickly pulled a few items of clothing for Pietro that she felt were suitable (but also practical should something come up along the way) for the appointment. She brought them over to him and held them out. “You sure you want to do this today?” she inquired, “We can always call to reschedule.”

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He’d forgotten just how worried Sharon was about his well-being. It had been almost a year since he had the illness that almost killed him, but it was apparent that the memories of Pietro weak and worn were still fresh in her mind. The speedster chewed his bottom lip, debating on whether or not to apologize and reassure her he was fine.

“Look, I’m sorry I--”

The mutant was cut off by his girlfriend capturing his lips in a fervent kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was plenty to get his blood pumping. Absentmindedly, Pietro re-wrapped the towel around his waist. Damn it. Why did she have to do that? Now, with only three minutes left to get ready, he was itching to have some private time with Sharon.

As she walked away into the bedroom, he just stood there, debating in his mind. He went over to the sink and began to gel his hair up in spikes, unable to truly concentrate on anything except for the heat in his lower abdomen. Damn it. Damn it all. When Sharon appeared in the mirror, holding clothes for him, he kept working on his hair--though a blush rose to his cheeks.

“I--uhm--I’m fine either way,” he fibbed, avoiding eye contact with her. “We’ll do whatever you want, alright princess?”

#para: sharon #para: a home of our own #ladyjusticexiii #tw: pietro and sharon #//i can't remember if I posted this yet or not

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Get off your asses.

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when i knew him, we wasn’t so… young.

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Paris Holds the Key: Wanda and Pietro

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Never again.

Those were the words that Wanda heard, the ones that filled her with enough comfort that she could slightly relax her hold on him. He would never leave her. She was his sister and he was her brother. But he was not like Steve, or Tony, or Clint. They were family, yes, but Pietro was blood. He had seen her at her darkest and at her brightest. While Wanda told stories of her childhood, Pietro shared them. They were true family.

“I like this plan,” she said with a watery smile, pulling back and looking up at him. “Are you well? It has been so long since we have seen each other.”

She wanted to tell him about her apartment, about how she had finally, FINALLY managed to make bramboracky—what Tony called “potato cakes”—that tasted the way it had back home. But she wanted to be sure he was all right first. It had been a long time.

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“I’m so much better now that I’m with you,” he murmured, shutting his eyes and squeezing his sister tightly. The mutant was in a feeling of bliss. There just wasn’t anything quite like hugging Wanda. It was a gift from Elohim, just for Pietro. He said a silent prayer of thanksgiving.

The speedster have his sister one more squeeze before letting go of her, ending the long embrace. Afraid that he would lose her if he ceased contact, he kept his hand on her, cupping her cheek. He offered her a warm smile.

“We have time to talk about everything on the plane. We don’t want to be late--I’d run us there, but I can’t carry both you and the bags.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he said the statement. How strange it was that they actually had belongings past the clothes on their backs.

That would take some getting used to.

#para: wanda #para: paris hold the key #itsscarletwitchwandam

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let us always find each other (x)

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A Home of Our Own: Pietro and Sharon

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After fiddling momentarily with her keys, Sharon managed to enter the joint apartment with a swell of excitement. The notion of moving forward in their relationship and having a place they could call their own was overwhelming to the point that she could not hold back her smile when she greeted Pietro upon entering.

“Hi,” she said quickly, noting the sudden clack of the laptop screen behind him when he stood to meet her, “what’s-” Sharon was interrupted when he excused himself and entered the bathroom. The former S.H.I.E.L.D Agent eyed the laptop curiously, her background in espionage and curious nature prompting her to move toward the sofa and sit next to it. Her hand hovered over the screen for a moment as she contemplated opening it and examining its contents before ultimately deciding against it. Pietro had a right to his privacy.

Best girlfriend ever.

Having set her purse down, Sharon walked down the hall and toward the bathroom, gently pressing her palm to the door. She listened intently for a moment for any signs that he was sick before rapping on the door three times in succession.

“You okay?” she asked, “It’s not like you to be late for anything.” A light laugh accompanied the last statement as she waited for his response.

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The moment he’d shut the door, Pietro had stripped down to nothing and had the water running. He gathered his razor, his hair gel, and deodorant as he waited for the shower to warm up. Sharon’s sweet voice from the other side of the door made him freeze, taking him off guard. What to say? He was fine, yes, but he was late because of his plans for her surprise. There was no way that the mutant was going to lie, but at the same time, he didn’t want to ruin his big grand gesture.

“I’m fine, Shar,” he called, slowly easing himself into the shower. The water had a slight chill to it, but he needed to get moving. “Just lost track of time, that’s all.”

He let the water rain down on him for a minute before getting impatient and grabbing soap and shampoo, applying it, and then washing it all out. All in all, the shower was two minutes and thirty seven seconds. A bit slow. He needed to be ready in less than three minutes, and he was still sopping wet. Pietro muttered a curse as he dried himself off, using his speed to move his hands especially fast to help get the job done quicker.

“Hey, do you mind picking out something for me to wear?” the mutant opened the door, poking his head out. “I’m really sorry about running late--my mind is elsewhere.”

#para: sharon #para: a home of our own #ladyjusticexiii #//Sorry this took forever!

◎ If you had to pick between Wanda and Sharon, who would it be?

I do not like this question. It has been asked of me many times, and I will give the same answer as always.

I could not choose. I would rather die than pick one over the other.

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◎ What extents would you to for your sister?

I would die for Wanda. In the past I have stolen, I have fought, I have killed for her. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for my sestra,

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It’s been a long day.

I commissioned a Sharon drawing from the lovely @kelslk-art and look how beautiful it turned out! Thanks so much, I’m still over the moon how gorgeous it is!

#Sharon