“No exertion? you know v’hat z’hat means” Wanda teases playfully a grin on her lips before she swallows hard, it’s still h i t t i n g her, just how close she had come to losing him for good, she could barely function the day he had died, she remembers screaming, she remembers buildings crumbling to d u s t around her. Wanda remembers ripping out the mechanics keeping Ultron a l i v e , she had wanted him dead, wanted him to pay for taking her twin b r o t h e r away from her. For weeks she had dealt with Stark back tracing their l i v e s , talks of how they had been adopted. None of it made any sense to her, for as long as she had k n o w n their parents where the ones who had raised them but Stark was suggesting that might not be the t r u t h.
She had given blood, like Steve had asked, let them do D.N.A tests but they would not tell her the truth, what was going on. They kept her in the dark, she wanted to know , to know what was so bad that the others where constantly worried, on edge with her presence. When Pietro begs her to stay she nods. “I am not going anywhere brother, z’his i promise, z’hey v’ill have to d r a g me away, i have missed you…it has been too long , i v’ill not leave and i v’ill never let anyone ever hurt you again, i won’t i promise.” the witch promises, running her fingers through her brothers hair again. As he cups her cheek , she closes her eyes, r e l a x i n g into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I love you too brother……you are proud of me?” she whispers her green eyes opening, w i d e n e d almost, a smile on her lips. She loved it when she made him proud. “You v’ill be one soon yes? z’hen we v’ill be a v e n g e r s together. Always together.” she cannot help but smile, leaning down to kiss him nipping his bottom lip playfully,. “Z’hey keep talking about mutations and D.N.A but z’hey tell me nothing.” she confesses with a roll of her eyes. “If z’hat is v’hat you want z’hen z’hat is v’hat we shall do brother.” she whispers softly kissing him again, this time its more heated, b e c a u s e she wants at least one more kiss before he possibly falls asleep beside her. He must be e x h a u s t e d.
“I know, I know,” Pietro sighs a little, obviously disappointed. He knows how lucky he is to be alive, but part of him wishes that he hadn’t had to play hero. But he had saved lives at the cost of his own, but for at what additional cost? He had shaken his sister’s poor, fragile trust and mental state. Though he was proud of her: she was seemingly moving on quite well. But that was in part because he was not dead. Still, he was still not not all there. They had brought him back the same way that they had brought back Coulson (Project T.A.H.I.T.I. - which had been designed to bring back dead Avengers in the first place). So while his sister had dealt with talk from Stark about their parentage, he had been dealing with visits from multiple different S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists who had worked either with or on Coulson’s case, even a brief meeting with the now-Director himself, desperate to compare and contrast notes between the two.
He’s given more blood over the last month than he’s known what to do with, and he knows they’re doing a multitude of tests on it, some of them being D.N.A. tests... but the speedster can’t bring himself to really care. Not when they don’t tell him anything. He silently wonders if they’ve done the same to Wanda. “I know, my darling. I have missed you, too.” His eyes close for a moment as her fingers run through his hair. It’s the first loving touch he’s felt in a while and he revels in it, almost purrs as he opens his eyes to look up at her again. “I am very proud of you. I hope that they will let me become one soon enough. I will fight by your side,” Pietro promises, smiling brightly as he kissed her back, moaning low in his throat when she nibbled on his lip. “I know. They’ve talked about the same to me. But just enough. They keep studying me as if I’m going to sprout wings or something,” he chuckled. He sighed, because while he just wants to be with his sister, there’s more than that he wants to be doing. Their lips meet again, kissing deeply, their tongues seeking each other out after a moment or two of thinking about it. His hands travel down, pleased to see she’s wearing her typical skirt. “Я тебя хочу,” he growled low into her ear, letting her decide what she wanted to do.