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Pietra Maximoff || Genderbent Pietro Maximoff || MCU // 616

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Unfortunately, my internet is still a little haywire. Hopefully I can get to those starters and replies tonight. In the mean time, here is a solo-para I wrote for a group a long time back that I’ve just found. It’s a short fic, about 616!Wanda Maximoff. And Okay, I mixed up a few details, but yeah... enjoy the read! (Trigger warning: as this deals with a traumatic event in 616 Wanda’s past (attempted rape) you may not wish to read this. It’s not at all graphic, but obviously, that is a big part of her history and the story here). Take this as a peace offering for taking so long with replies! Sorry guys.

Her excitement over the coming date had been so great that Wanda had even managed to drive Pietro off. She’d paced about, she’d chatted away happily - her language switching from Romani to English and vice versa as she got carried away. Her parents had indulged her behaviour for as long as they could, pleased to see that their adopted daughter was starting to actually act like the fourteen year old girl she was instead of looking like she was carrying the weight of the world upon her shoulders. When Wanda had first discovered her powers, she’d not spoken for days and had only communicated with Pietro - which hadn’t always gone well, for each time she gestured with a hand something ended up broken. It had taken some time for the girl’s confidence to return, and until this point her parents hadn’t seen her so relaxed and carefree again.

“He said he would pick me up at five, and head to the faire. You know the one? We passed it on the way to town, father, didn’t you see it? All those stalls set up.” “Yes, yes. I saw it, that fact hasn’t changed since the last time you asked. Now Wanda, please can you go outside, perhaps do the washing?" Wanda frowned at the soft rebuttal but nodded her head and went out to do as she had been asked. Washing was but a small chore, and her excitement and delight at finally being asked out and feeling normal again overpowered any sense of boredom or annoyance she might have had about the situation. Stepping outside their trailer, she glanced around for Pietro and found he was nowhere to be seen. He’d not been too pleased that she’d had a date, but had gone along with it because she was happy the teen knew. She smiled softly at his acceptance, then headed to go wash the clothes.

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Jacob arrived on time, five pm sharp. He was a few years older than Wanda, making him seventeen - nearly eighteen. This had, of course, been a source of some worry to Django and Marya at first but he was a perfect gentleman and their worries soon faded. Both Marya and Django had seen him around town plenty of times before - for once, Django had found plenty for him to do with his doll-making abilities and they’d stuck around for longer than usual. Django had occasionally seen the boys taunt and tease some other children - but this had been pushed to the back of his mind, soothing himself by saying all kids teased one another.

Wanda had dressed herself in her finest clothes, which compared to Jacob in his casual yet expensive outfit probably looked completely off. She stood around shyly, not sure what to do until Jacob took the first step. Holding her hand, he told her parents they’d be back by ten, if not before and that he’d take care of her. And then they were off.

The youngest Maximoff delighted at being on the arm of one of the most handsome (if she said so herself) boys in the little town, and one of the most influential. Like always, when the Maximoffs had first arrived Pietro and Wanda had been taunted mercilessly for being ‘gypsies’ and therefore being trash, and no good. But Jacob had, for some reason, taken a liking to the young brunette and after that most of the teasing had gone down. There was still bouts of laughter as she and her mother explored or went door to door to offer to clean up, or run errands but nothing that the girl couldn’t handle. She was proud of her parents and loved her family so the taunting was ignored. It felt nice to know that someone was watching out for her though and that people weren’t being as cruel to her because someone liked her.

Entering the faire, Wanda had looked around with wide-eyed delight and had loudly proclaimed that she wanted to try everything, to which Jacob had only laughed and ruffled her hair - a little patronisingly but Wanda took the hint and calmed herself down. She didn’t want to embarrass him. "How about we try the haunted house first?” the teen had asked, smiling up at him. “I’d rather we look at the stalls first. Try out the games. Don’t know when they’ll shut do we?” Wanda opened her mouth to argue, before nodding her head and smiling, “Sure. I’d like to try them out as well. I’ve never really tried any of these things before.” Surprisingly, this got a laugh from Jacob and the girl looked at him in confusion. “You haven’t? I’d have thought with your background– Don’t–" And then he seemed to stop himself from speaking further, instead smiling down at the girl and shaking his head, ”You know what? We’ll try the haunted house first. No problem.“

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For the next few hours his gentlemanly act kept up. He bought her candyfloss, won her a stuffed bear and laughed with her as she told her stories of travelling. Wanda was a little disappointed when they met up with a few of his friends later in the even, but a surge of pride, joy and teenage love swelled within her when Jacob excused himself and Wanda and told his friends they wanted to be alone. In that moment, Wanda really did feel as though she loved him. She didn’t have too low an opinion of herself - she liked her looks, and she was smart for not having had a formal education, not to mention she had practical skills. But usually no one besides Pietro saw this, and it felt so nice to have someone wrap his arm around her waist and say that he liked spending time with her. ”You’re fun and you’re smart. Do you know how rare that is in a place like this? I couldn’t imagine myself going to this place with anyone but you,“ he told her, and the brunette could feel herself blushing away like mad.

She would have happily kissed him then, giving away her first kiss. But he made no move, and she didn’t start anything.

As dusk began to fall, Jacob told Wanda he had found the perfect place to watch the fireworks that would signal the faire was winding down. The young mutant had no reason to distrust him, and again her excitement got the better of her. She nodded her head, and asked him to lead the way. "I love fireworks, we used to see them all the time in Romania. There would be festivals every week in someplaces.” Wanda laughed brightly, then continued, “It was great when–” “Yeah, yeah. That’s a lovely story. But come on, we don’t want to miss them.” Biting her bottom lip, Wanda had quietened down and let him pull her along. He seemed to know where he was going, but he seemed to be drawing her away from the crowd. Everyone else was going in the opposite direction, to the square where the fireworks would be set off. “Shouldn’t we-" "Too busy, we’d not get a good look. This place I know? It’ll just be the two of us. You want that, right?" He sent her a charming smile, and Wanda just melted at the sight. She’d have wanted anything he wanted in that moment.

They arrived shortly at the destination, and Wanda looked at in confusion. "A barn? But… We’re not going to be able to see if we’re in there.”

“There’s a window up there, you see? We’ll climb up onto the loft, settle down on the hay and get comfortable. There’s a great view from up there.”

“Really?” Her grin grew, and she began walking around the side - this time Jacob was the one following her. It was getting darker and soon the fireworks would be lit off, and Wanda could just imagine how romantic it would be. Just the pair of them, set back from the crowd all comfortable. It seemed magical. Heading to the front of the door, she tried to the double doors and found them to be locked and bolted. Her face fell, and she glanced over at Jacob who only smirked and showed her a small window near the ground covered by bushes. “You can head in here. Crawl through, then open the doors, arlight baby?" She didn’t particularly want her good dress getting dirty, but the girl nodded and crawled through the very small window. The red dress ended up with some dust on it and she wiped it off before proceeding to open up the doors. Jacob swept in, grinning brightly and wrapped his arms around her.

The sudden movement startled the girl, who stepped backwards but couldn’t move any further from his grip. ”Here we are, all alone…“ His voice was quiet, chilling almost and Wanda’s eyes widened with worry. Something was wrong, there was a glint in his eyes that– But then it was gone, and his smile was warm. ”The ladder to the loft is over here. You coming?“ He let her go and moved to the loft, climbing up swiftly - he’d been in here before, plenty of times Wanda knew. There was a missing run about four rungs from the bottom and as quick as he was going he’d still known to skip it. She climbed up after him, slower and more carefully. Eventually, she got to the top to find Jacob had the windows open and indeed the view was beautiful.

"This is amazing… How did you find this place? You can practically see the whole town!”

“This farm is at the top of a hill, so we’re looking down on the town. The farmer never uses this barn any more because it’s a struggle getting things up here but… Yeah. The view is cool.” He seemed a little disinterested, sitting on the hay as she looked out the window in delight.

“We’ll have a perfect view of the fireworks. I wonder if Pietro–”

“I don’t want to hear about your brother! Look, come sit down, it’s annoying having you hover like that,” Jacob snapped. Wanda turned to look at him quickly, her face falling. “You can’t just shout at me like that. Ask. Politely,” she remarked, but she moved to sit down anyway, keeping her distance. They sat in silence, before Wanda felt him reaching out to touch her hand, grasping it in his. It was a little reassuring, but suddenly Wanda felt awful about being here alone with him. Something felt off.

“I should be going– It’s getting late and this barn is further from my home than the fair if I don’t leave now–”

“Shut up, freak.”

He tugged on her hand, harshly, and pulled her closer. He’d gotten fed up with her now, even Wanda could tell that. “Freak? What are you talking about! You told your friends not to even think-” “I said it, didn’t mean I meant it. God! You’re so naive and innocent and fuckin’ annoying! I can’t believe I had to spend the last few hours alone with you, listening to you talk away about all sorts of crap. It almost wasn’t worth it. But after what we’re going to get up to just now…?" He smirked, grinning at her, ”I think I’ll get my moneys worth.“

"No, it’s not… Jacob you’re scaring me, what are you talking about? Just let me go!” She tugged her hand back, swinging her other arm and slapping him on the face. Her mind was still processing his words, and hurt was bubbling up within her, cutting her deep. He’d not meant any of what he had said? He’d just been wanting to use her? Was it a dare, a prank? Did he do this to every girl? She could feel the tears welling up, but she didn’t want to be as 'innocent’ as he had told her, she wanted to be stronger and the slap had given her strength. She yanked her hand free and turned to run off.

But unfortunately the slap had given Jacob renewed strength as well, stemming from his fury. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled the girl down all whilst she screamed and shouted and tore at him. He mauled her, laughing, fury tinging his cheeks with red as he cried, “Nobody gets to slap me bitch! …Where do you think you’re going? Running off home?! I know you want it, dressing like you do… with that sweet girl act. You’ve been dying to have a piece of me.”

And with that, he smashed his lips to hers forcefully and all Wanda could think of was 'this is my first kiss, I’ll never have a first kiss again’. His hands were beginning to roam, and again, Wanda thought 'I’ll never get to have another first kiss.’ And she got angry, and scared and instead of just this pain within her that was killing her there was a burst of energy and power that flew out from her. The hex bolt landed– God, Wanda didn’t know where, but the result? Jacob screamed in fury and pain, as the wooden floor of the loft beneath him snapped - cutting him slightly in place and the collapsed. He fell down to the ground below and Wanda could make out a soft snap. He’d broken something. His arm maybe. And then came the screams and wails. Some were from Jacob, some from Wanda. The tears rushed from her eyes, obscuring her vision.

He was right, she was a freak. He’d taken her first kiss, it was in defence. She was a monster, she could have killed him. She’d never get the kiss or the time back. This was it, she should be struck down for what she’d done.

Making her way to the ladder, the girl rushed down as quickly as possible. She forgot about the missing rung and slipped, crashing to the ground. Wanda saw stars for a moment, circling above her as she landed on her back and the breath was knocked out of her. The screams of ’Gonna kill you bitch! Gypsy freak! Fuckin’ mutie to boot! Get your family too!’ roused her from daze, stopping her from staying still. Getting up with a wince, she ran from the door, racing down the path and back to the small Maximoff trailer. She slipped and cut her knees. She tore her dress when she fell - and she looked back, sometimes imagining Jacob tearing after her, tearing after the gypsy freak.

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That night ended up being the last night Wanda saw her adoptive parents alive. The last time she saw her mothers face it was twisted in pain, as she struggled to breathe through the smoke and look past the pain. Pietro was there, of course he was there by that point and he'd saved her. But she couldn’t save them. Couldn’t save her family. It was all her fault they knew about her, all her fault that the town was against them.

She couldn’t save anyone.

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Starter Call!

I have a bunch of drafts I’m about to get to (my internet completely cut out for like two days), sorry about the lateness! I’ll have your replies out asap.

And whilst I’m searching through them and trying to do that, feel free to like this for a starter. My internet is working again, so I’ll celebrate with starters for all.

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“A MAGIC show.”

Zatann smirked a little,     pleased to seen that he had captured her attention.      He was eager to see if she was someone who  enjoyed magic shows. It took a certain type of person, he found. Most that came were looking for anything   WEIRD or out of the  ordinary, and the rest were    SKEPTICS ready to point out any  mistake the      GREAT ZATARA would make. Of course, his father didn’t make mistakes and his magic      was a lot weirder than most would think. 

                                                “Do you go on strolls often?”

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Magic. Okay, for the moment the stranger still held her interest. Magic was something the Maximoff’s were rather intimate with - her sibling  more so than herself of course. And it wasn’t true magic to some people but... Ah, the whole idea of magic just intrigued her. Arching a brow, Pietra smirked over at him.

“I go on strolls fairly often. I like to keep moving. And I suppose that I have never seen a proper magic show before. Perhaps I should run by some time when there is one on.”

It was an entertaining thought. Likely the idea would grow on her as time passed as well. Maybe she could persuade Wanda to come and see it, though her sibling was often busy these days. Likely it’d just be tricks, but if Pietra did decide to see the show she’d keep an open mind. After all, she’d seen many weird and wonderful things happen. Why couldn’t magic be real too?

“I think I’d like to see a magic show. You say it’s your fathers? Do you practice this... magic too?”

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Well, at least the mom face went away somewhat. It was enough to make Wanda’s lips lift in a smile as small as amused; it wasn’t the bullying kind of abuse, but the recognising kind. She could easily step in Pietra’s shoes, the worry, the tension; perhaps she should have left a note. But, well, if they were going to talk about one and the other should have done, then the blonde should have most definitely also have left a note before leaving; in fact, that had been exactly the reason why Wanda had even left the apartment in the first place. 

“It was.” She confirmed, shrugging a shoulder and lifting her arms to cross under her chest; her eyes focused on the other, then on the food she discovered in the bag. “But you left, I got worried, so I went out to try to find you,” Clearly Wanda took things to a different level.  “But then I remembered you can take care of yourself and decided to go shop of groceries since I was already out.” That sort of also explained the lack of note. 

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Pietra began to relax, just a little, when she saw her sister start to  smile. The tension had not completely left yet, but they were making some progress. In truth, both of them could have done something  different to prevent the argument. And actually, her worry seemed to be completely unfounded so Pietra realised she’d blown this out of proportion. It was just so natural for her to worry about things. Most people didn’t see that side of her and likely didn’t believe it existed - Wanda got the brunt of it and clearly she wasn’t always so pleased about that.

“And I now realise that I should have left a note when I left as well. Perhaps a note system realise is what we need.” Or at least phones. Mobiles. Wouldn’t that make far more sense? But those cost money  and were so easy to break and lose... It wasn’t really something that either could exactly afford. Perhaps Pietra ought to look into it though. It was a good idea.

“We can both take care of ourselves. We just don’t always have to. That’s why there are two of us. But I do get your point. I shall try  not to get so worked up the next time.” She sent her sister a soft smile, far more relaxed now. Putting the last of the groceries away, she paused  by the table. “This whole situation is.. It’s new. For the both of us. It’ll take some time to adjust.”

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“Yeah, it’s not that safe at NIGHT.”

He   wasn’t going to suggest she’d stay out of alleyways, in fear of her safety, because he knew how   RUDE that would come across. If he was right     && she was like Wally, than she could definitely take care of herself. He just hoped she’d use common sense,     && stay out of  trouble.

“Well, if you’re ever back in town, my dad has a show every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday if you want to CHECK IT OUT.”

It was a shameless plug. One he had inserted in     COUNTLESS  conversations before this one.      If she was new to the city, than she might just enjoy a hint of     MAGIC. Either that or she’d ignore him &&      go on with her life. Usually the latter is the option most choose to go with.

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     “Many places are not that safe at night.”

Pietra knew that a lot of places weren’t exactly safe during the day either, you just had to be careful and... well, hope luck was on your side a lot of the time. Pietra could take care of herself now - whether it was fighting, or just being able to get out of the way. And she didn’t exactly plan on  sticking around this city for long. She wasn’t great with grim stuff.

“A s h o w?”

Her attention was now back on the guy, filled with almost childlike curiosity and amusement for a moment. Pietra couldn’t remember the last time that she had seen a show - if she’d e v e r seen a proper show. Perhaps Gotham was more than just dark and unsafe at night. Trying not to sound too  intrigued, and likely failing, she shrugged her shoulders before speaking.

“What type of show is this? I’ve not ever-- I may be back, depends where my strolls on those days takes me.”

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“You can’t look cool if no one is able to see it.” 

It was simple logic really, she may be able to get there faster but he definitely did it with more style. Though he had to admit her superpower was definitely one of the cooler things he had seen so far. Though he wouldn’t admit that out loud, it would boost her ego too much. 

“I gotta ask, when you are doing your whole super speed, does everyone look like they are in slow motion? or do you just feel  like you are being put on fast forward?” 

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“But everyone sees the results of what I do straight away. It is extremely cool.”

Though he did make a good point, but for now she’d just push that to the side. He did have a certain odd kind of style - everyone had their own way of doing things around here. But she wasn’t going to tell him as much. If she admitted he had style she’d never hear the end of it.

Considering his question carefully, Pietra replied, “It depends. It depends what I’m focusing on. If I am trying to pay attention to what is going on around me? It’s like they are in slow motion, but if I’m just trying to get some place... it’s fast forward.”

“I suppose to know what it is usually like, you could ask Wanda. I often carry her and run. Weight and strength... it is different when you’re going at higher speeds, it’s easier to carry more weight. Not that Wanda weighs anything I-- I’m trying to say that sometime I could show you.”

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“We’ve been busy, Pietra. I’d be lying if  I said that I didn’t miss you as well. I guess  this is all apart of being an Avenger. We  knew this was coming, didn’t we?”

Wanda looked over to her dear sister. Never in a million years did she think that they would drift apart as much as they had. She feared that if things didn’t change soon, their relationship would surely suffer more than it already has.

“What do you suggest?”

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“No, we didn’t know this was coming. What we’ve always thought about the Avengers, and what we know about other teams... Things aren’t like that.”

The twins had already been through so much, from travelling as a larger family, to just the two of them - not to mention then being a part of two of the most well known super groups around, the Brotherhood and the Avengers. Each experience had just been so completely different, and each time Pietra had gone into it thinking she knew how to handle herself. It never really worked out.

But Wanda had always been there for all of it. She was Pietra’s rock, and kept her grounded when all she wanted to do was escape. But lately it seemed like she was drifting away...

“I don’t... I don’t have any suggestions. I like being a part of the Avengers. It’s a strange thing, but I do. I just don’t like this distance that is starting to grow between us.”

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Zatann    had decided to take the back exit of the theater in order to get a few minutes of fresh air.         The theater was OLD && DUSTY && sometimes he had to get away from everything &&  just BREATHE for a moment or two. 

The   magician propped himself up against the brick         building, &&     took a few breathes before being distracted by the BLUR of silver illuminating the dimly lit alley.        He shuffled a bit, giving the   woman a warning of his presence. When she spoke he rose an eyebrow before glancing about  && chuckling a bit. If that was super speed,    && he thought it was, he knew how easy it would be to get lost. Wally used to complain about it all the time.

                                           “Um… GOTHAM.” The    magician found the woman’s behavior to be strange, but of course, it was gotham,          THEREFORE he wasn’t exactly SURPRISED. Strange things always happened in this city.         “Anywhere you need to get to in particular?”

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     “Gotham?” 

She echoed his words, scrunching up her nose as she glanced about. In truth, she didn’t know very much about the city - though she recalled hearing the name before. It came to her quickly (as most thoughts did, it was rather strange thinking at super speed), that she’d heard the name from Cap. When he was mentioning places n o t to visit alone. Could be pretty dangerous. Or maybe it was just better in a group or... who knew? Pietra really hadn’t listened.

     “Seems like a... d a r k city. How odd.”

She glanced back at the guy, relaxing slightly as she quickly looked over him. At least he had answered her question, not everyone she’d had to question about her location had always done so. He didn’t seem that surprised by her sudden appearance, and from the way she’d rushed past him he had to at least know something was up. Pietra wasn’t going to complain about that, and just let it slide for the moment.

     “Uhm. No. I was taking a s t r o l l. A quick one.       I’ve never been here before. I wouldn’t know       what places are good to get to.”

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“Even if you were flying I would still be faster than you. And look cooler too but...”

She paused, giving a little shrug as a small smirk passed over her features. Admittedly, he did look pretty cool being able to fly like that. And Pietra was rather curious about the  tech that allowed him to move like that. Not that she’d ever understand how it worked properly, but she could admire from afar.

“It is pretty impressive. Kind of.”

It was as close to a compliment as she'd get.

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“When you finish a full table as if you were Volstagg the Voluminous, I think I have the right to make some comparison.”

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“That is a wonderful name, but not a title I would like to have. The food was good, and it was eat as much as you can. I make no apologies for eating that much.”

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Pietra skidded to a halt, her eyes wide and curious. This wasn’t NYC any more - no way, but she couldn’t work out exactly  where she was. The young woman liked to run far and wide,  partly to keep in shape and partly to just keep her power under control. If she didn’t run off her excess energy it didn’t usually work out well for others nearby. Usually, she stuck to the city and nearby by areas but today she’d just run right off her mental map.

A sound from behind her startled Pietra, and she span with almost supernatural speed to see who was there. Her first thought was ‘just some guy’, but something about him was different and so Pietra didn’t relax just yet. 

“Would you be able to tell me where I am? Silly question I’m sure,  but... I think I’m rather lost.”

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Wanda was a worry wort. 

Pietra knew this better than most,

and yet she insisted on pushing her.

“Why do you do these things?

Must you always find a way to injure yourself?”

It was just worry, normal Wanda worry. But her twin was all she had.

She turned from the window to look at her twin,

sighing as she took in the strain it took to move.

“Come sit, let me look at them.”

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“That’s not quite true. I do not always injure myself. It happens a lot, sure, but not all of the time.”

And this was completely accidental. Well, sort of. Injuries like hers - just small things mostly, were bound to happen during training sessions. It was part of working out and learning how to fight. Her speed was great, and a punch at lightning speed was like punching with super strength but she still had to learn other methods.

“Fine, I will sit, I will be patient and you can look. But I promise, they are not so bad. Not really.”

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"The only thing Columbus discovered was that he was lost!"

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Well that she had that in common with the man.Pietra was no stranger to being and feelinglost - even now she was a little off the trackon how they had ever gotten on to the topicof Columbus at all. And why this man was so passionate about his views on the man.Perhaps she had zoned out and stopped listeningabout something.

“He has quite the legacy built on him only getting lost.It’s fairly impressive. …Is this going to be some sortof history lecture or rant about Columbus? BecauseI do not think I would be interested in hearing such a thing. No matter if you are right or not.”

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He had commented on the matter, but was now unsure as to what had prompted him to say something like that, or why they were discussing Columbus at all. Focusing more so on the weapon in his hand that he was now cleaning, he stayed silent for a few moments before replying. “I’m not sure why I’d be ranting about him. So no, there will be no speech in which I list his failures to do what he was tasked with. But I do think that it’s slightly fascinating how people celebrate someone who is famous for being wrong.” Ward shrugged as if to prove a point.

 “There’s no right or wrong on this subject. Just facts. But I think we can manage a more interesting conversation. “Quickly and swiftly he made sure that the gun was operable before continuing. “How did we start talking about this?”

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Her eyes flickered from his face to the gun he was holding and cleaning, then back again. She’d never really had to fire a gun before and even in her training sessions they’d not worked with weapons. After all, she never needed them. But it was curious and strange to be up so close with one. Her attention was dragged away from the gun - how could such a small thing do such large amounts of damage? - when he spoke up. “Good. I do not like rants very much. They always go on too long, I tune out.” He was making some sort of sense though. Columbus was an odd person to almost worship.

“I don’t know, I think people probably have very different opinions on what is fact and what isn’t. There’s always debates. ...I can’t remember how we got onto the subject, but moving on to another one sounds good.” Pietra shrugged, more than happy to move on. It was strange how they’d gotten onto the subject and maybe it would have been somewhat interesting to listen to but she preferred other things. Such as... “You take good care of that gun. How often do you have to clean it? Every day? Just when you use it? It is so small.”

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Maximoff Twins Headcanons (Pt 1)

When Pietro is being annoying Wanda tunes him out. She is not immune, she just literally cannot hear him anymore, but he has no idea. This is why she appears so calm when he is being a little shit.

Pietro whining for Wanda to use her powers to grab him food because he can’t be bothered to get up. Wanda sometimes doing so, sometimes telling him to get off his ass and using her powers to shake his chair until he does so.

Pietro buying Wanda nice jewellery from the market stalls like rings and bangles and earrings because this is what he remembers their father doing for their mother and Wanda when he was alive. (The only piece of jewellery Wanda owns which is not from Pietro is her mother’s necklace with the red stone which was recovered from the rubble of their apartment building.)

Wanda having to tell Pietro off for being too reckless and Pietro looking outraged because he is 12 whole minutes older excuse you. (But Wanda still being the boss because come on that woman is in control here). 

Pietro being vain as hell and working out in a blue blur, spending ages (for him) in the bathroom, checking himself out in the mirror. Wanda not commenting on it, just giving her little tut and smiling proudly.

Wanda promising that she would never read Pietro’s mind without his permission. (He only asks her to when he wants to prove he hasn’t actually done whatever reckless thoughtless spur-of-the-moment dangerous thing she thinks he has). (But he usually has done the thing).

Pietro and Wanda going for a run to stay fit and Pietro shouting encouragement every time he runs past her. (Which is many many times). 

Wanda sending objects flying at Pietro when she’s angry because she knows there is no way they will hit him. Pietro catching them in the air and then placing them in annoying and inconvenient places in retaliation. 

Pietro being far too overprotective and getting cocky and mouthy with the disrespectful catcallers on the street. He also throws punches. At very slight provocation. (Because no-one disrespects his sister).

Pietro buying Wanda red clothes because he thinks it would be so cool if they had clothes linked to their powers. (He is vain as hell, he wants them to match, to balance each other out, to look like a proper double act). (This is why he threw Wanda the red jacket in Age of Ultron)

Pietro appearing almost immediately in Wanda’s bedroom when he hears she is having a nightmare.

The twins having conversations via Wanda’s telepathic powers. Pietro providing a less than flattering, hilarious commentary, about those they meet and Wanda fighting to keep a straight face.

Pietro singing loudly and terribly in the shower. Wanda telepathically warning him that she will turn the water icy cold if he does not stop, it is three in the morning, can a girl not get some peace?

Wanda sensing exactly when her brother is feeling low and going to sit with him.

Pietro sensing exactly when his sister is being eaten up by her powers and distracting her by playing the fool and making her laugh.

Wanda’s most non spoken telepathic word sent directly to Pietro is: no. Closely followed by: Pietro. Frequently used together in the phrase: “Pietro, no!” 

The twins appearing strange and eerie to people because they are completely in tune and often holding private conversations using Wanda’s telepathic powers.

The twins having wordless telepathic arguments and the only signs being Pietro’s arms crossing over his chest and Wanda’s giving Pietro The Look. (The look that means: “I have known you all your life, now stop being stubborn and listen to me”). 

Pietro always rushing to Wanda after an argument to check she is not too upset.

Wanda only laughing properly with Pietro, and Pietro feeling like the proudest person ever when this happens. 

Pietro secretly wanting to be a hero and so dedicating himself to protecting Wanda. 

Wanda secretly wanting a stable life and a home and so dedicating herself to subtly guiding Pietro and tempering his recklessness and arrogance.

Pietro and Wanda only being able to sleep if they are in close proximity. (Because Pietro gets nightmares about the apartment collapse and Wanda can lose control of her powers at night). 

Wanda singing the old Sokovian lullabies their mother used to sing to Pietro in his mind to help him get to sleep.

Wanda cooking for the pair of them and being thrilled when Pietro likes her meals because the calm and domesticity soothes her. 

Pietro looking at the picture of their parents every single day, Wanda scared to do the same because she’s worried seeing them for real will disrupt her precious memories.

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Maximoff Twins Headcanons (Pt 2)

Pietro watching the news and whenever they mention Stark suddenly shooting towards the screen and punching it over and over until the screen cracks and breaks. Wanda calmly waiting a few seconds for this to be over and then repairing it again without a word.

(Everyone thinks it is Wanda that was effected the most by those two days under the rubble, people say it drove her ‘mad’, made her unstable. Only Wanda knowing truly that it was Pietro that was damaged beyond repair).

Pietro, at ten years old curled under the bed with Wanda in the ruin of their apartment building wishing more than anything he had been quick enough to grab his parents too, to get Wanda out. If only he’d been faster.

Wanda, at ten years old, curled under the bed with Pietro in the ruin of their apartment building wishing more than anything that she was strong enough to move the rubble, that she could lift the bricks crushing down painfully on her adored brother’s legs, that she could somehow move the Stark bomb without having to touch it. If only she’d been stronger.

Pietro wishing he was like their father who was kind, generous, and provided for the family. (Really being more like their mother; loyal, protective, a worrier).

Wanda wishing she was more like their mother, who was resourceful and hard-working.  (Really being more like their father: boundlessly optimistic, compassionate, gentle, hopeful.)

Wanda’s deepest most secret desire being stability, a home, a family, domesticity, peace.

Pietro’s deepest most secret desire being to protect his sister at all costs, be that giving his own life if necessary. To never be helpless again. (He has no real future goals, he can think only in the moment).

Wanda being a very good dancer, but shy. Pietro being a very bad but enthusiastic dancer. He’s certainly not shy about it.

Wanda wondering if maybe one day she and Pietro could adopt some children, maybe some little twins, so they could bring them up happily, and finish what their mother and father started. She imagines one as a shy brunette, one as a cocky silver haired terror. She imagines enjoying Shabbat together with them. She imagines teaching them to cook. She imagines Pietro taking them to the park. She keeps this dream fiercely private as she knows Pietro would only laugh at her. After all, whoever heard of a brother and sister bringing up a family together? 

Pietro getting rather concerned when at thirteen Wanda starts developing crushes on other boys and vowing never to let any of them lay a hand on her unless he’s absolutely 100% certain they aren’t going to hurt or let down his beloved sister. (Which rules out Wanda dating for a loooong time).

Pietro not having any time for crushes whatsoever because they are silly and childish and anyway he has a job, there’s only room for one woman in his life and that’s Wanda Maximoff. 

Wanda cutting Pietro’s hair for him when it gets too long because he is very particular about it and trusts nobody else with it. (He still fusses as she works).

Wanda passing out from lack of food as children as they wandered Sokovia, homeless, and Pietro realising he’s going to have to steal them food. He feels dreadful about it because his father always believed in being fair to people and supporting Sokovian trade, in community. Pietro therefore only stealing enough for Wanda and letting himself get very hungry indeed.

The twins always spend Shabbat together. They refuse to use their powers unless it is absolutely necessary to their safety. (This is the time when Pietro gets the most agitated and restless, and ends up staring at the picture of his parents who should be there to spend the day with them).

Wanda lighting the Sabbath candles and smiling at Pietro as she does so, because it fills her with peace and reminds her of when her mother would do the same. Pietro smiling back but feeling, deep down, very distressed that it is only the two of them left now. That they do not have a home. That they are cold. That Wanda is in danger. That they are like children playing pretend with no fixed place in the world. 

The twins praying three times a day, desperate not to compromise their faith, using this time to draw strength, to be calm. 

Pietro being unable to trust because his family were torn from him at such a young age. Wanda being far too trusting because she has always been cared for, first by her parents, and now by Pietro.

Pietro’s music taste being absolutely terrible. He loves cheesy Europop. He sings it in a very high pitched voice. Wanda’s music taste being slightly alternative. When she dances she twirls her hands and wrists gracefully. Pietro likes to watch this sometimes. 

Wanda being startlingly feminine and Pietro starting to understand that femininity does not equal weakness, because his sister is the strongest person he has ever known.

Wanda knowing that she could never love any man more than Pietro. Which is why when she first sees Vision she is confused at how she feels that she trusts him, that she likes to hear what is in his mind. Then it makes sense to her. He can never replace Pietro truly because, after all, Vision is not a man, not really.

Pietro first seeing Vision and hearing him talk and thinking: “Oh no, he is exactly Wanda’s type, this is exactly what I did not want to happen, my little sister will not be dating a robot thank you very much”, and then going out of his way to try and make Vision say/do something bad (which does not happen and Pietro gets frustrated).

Pietro asking Wanda her opinion on Vision, very casually, a little too casually. And Wanda looking like she’s suddenly been filled with all the happiness, goodness and optimism on God’s earth. Pietro sulking and deciding he does not like this Vision character one bit. Telling Wanda, in an indifferent sort of voice: “I suppose he is okay for a robot.” Wanda either ignores or does not pick up on that massive hint.

Wanda picking up English very quickly and helping Pietro to learn it too. She is very patient and understanding, even though Pietro gets frustrated with pronunciation and finds the dialect difficult.

Pietro still struggling slightly with his English and Wanda getting furiously angry at anybody who mocks him for his ‘broken English’, and demanding; “Oh, and how many languages do you know how to speak? It is one. And even then you do not understand courtesy or respect.”