Wanda let the magic die away from her fingers when Pietro took her hand. There were people that she would hurt, and he was not one of them. His hand was in her hair, and she closed her eyes as he supported her. âDo not forget that. You are my greatest weakness and my greatest strength. I suppose it will always just be you and I against the rest of the world. Let anyone who tries to come between that have their heart ripped out.â
Pietro rested his chin on top of her head, breathing at a resting rate--for him at least. He was sure it still seemed fast, heart a quick flutter in his chest thanks to his speed as well. He smiled softly at her words âJust as it has always been.â Pietro responded, still playing with her hair. It was especially times like this that Pietro knew he needn't doubt Wandaâs need for him just as he needs her. No matter whatever banter heâs been part of with Erik or Lorna. They no nothing of the two of them and never truly will. âHow are your wounds?â Â











