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{Hey guys, I’m sorry for my long absence. I’ve got a new job that’s been taking up most of my time. That, and I have two other RP accounts that I’ve been spending more time on than this one. Plus personal issues... it’s been a hell of a time. Anyway, I should be back on soon to do replies~}

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FRACTURED REALITY || Pietro & Wanda

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❝ Because i know you. ❞ she teases him unable to h e l p herself a grin on her lips. When he speaks of how it’s all just a dream , she nods because that’s what she w a n t s to believe. She’s not a killer, she wouldn’t h a r m someone else, it wasn’t who she was right?. The little witch moves close to him, relaxing into his arms, eyes fluttering closed at his touch b e c a u s e now she feels safer and reality feels a little more real knowing that he’s here. When he rolls over, pressing his body against hers, a giggle leaves the little witch’s lips and Wanda kisses him back, sinking into it, hand against his cheek , other s l i d i n g down his chest.  ❝love you,.  ❞

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“You know me better than anyone in the world, my darling,” Pietro says with a warm smile. He can tell just from her reaction that Wanda doesn’t really believe him. Afraid for a moment that everything could come crashing down around them, he goes with distraction. It works, it seems. Fingers tangle in her brunette hair and the speedster can’t help but smile against her lips. “Love you more,” he mumbles, pressing another deep kiss to her lips. Fingers trail under her nightgown, desperate to just feel her skin, her warmth. A reminder they are alive and together and this is what Pietro wants. He wants Wanda like this... at least for a little while.

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FRACTURED REALITY || Pietro & Wanda

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   Wanda o f t e n noticed Pietro looking at her, as if he was upset about something, but she did not pry, simply because she had promised to never use her p o w e r s on him without his permission and also because she knew how s t u b b o r n he could be when he didn’t want to talk about something. A blush tints the little witch’s cheeks as she leans into him, the love shining in his eyes, mirrors with the love that blossoms in her own, the l o v e that is so deep rooted in her heart that it could never die. She rests a d a i n t y hand on his cheek, really looking at him, drinking in the site of him.  ❝ Are you feeling sappy today brother dearest? do not v’orry, i z’hink you are beautiful too.❞ he was more than that, he was b r e a t h t a k i n g. She swallows hard at his words and cuddles that much closer to the l o v e of her life.  ❝ Just…about people d y i n g….i killed z’hese people…..in z’his dream……it felt so real, i know it v’asn’t but…..i keep having z’he same dreams Pietro.❞

“What, am I not allowed to tell you that you’re beautiful without it being sappy?” the speedster grinned. Pietro tried not to think too much about the false reality that Wanda had created. But when his sister mentioned the fact that she had dreams that she killed people and the dream felt real, he tried not to let his facial expression falter too much. “Shh, love. It’s just a dream,” he said, moving to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. He just held her for a while in quiet, before rolling over to press his body against hers and kiss her, almost as a distraction.

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FRACTURED REALITY || Pietro & Wanda

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    Wanda’s mind was not what it once was, her mental h e a l t h had been deteriorating over time whilst Magneto used her , manipulating her to his cause, and because of it, the little witch had become fragile, had killed those she once saw as friends and the only way to save her, well she was living her escape now she just didn’t know As the little witch hears her twin brothers voice, her face lights up and she l e a n s into the kiss, welcoming it. She has NEVER loved anyone as deeply as she loves Pietro, there is no one in this world she loves as much as him, at l e a s t not romantically. ❝ I know but it is nice to wake up to you , no? ❞ a little l a u g h leaves her lips as she cuddles closer to the speedster.  ❝ I am fine Pietro, p r o m i s e , just had some unsettling dreams v’as all. ❞

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It was upsetting to Pietro, really, that Wanda was so degenerated in her mental health because of their father that this is what she was resigned to. Still, that greedy part of him is so happy that he gets to live like this. At least, for now. “Yes, and I love waking up to your beautiful face every morning,” the speedster smiled genuinely, his eyes shining with love for the woman he held in his arms. Though it was quick to fade once the other shoe dropped. “What about, dearest?” he asked when she mentioned having unsettling dreams, the concern laced into his features. At least Wanda was still lucid enough to decipher her dreams from her reality, even if they were closely intertwined.

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FRACTURED REALITY || Pietro & Wanda

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        For so long , they X-men had been p o n d e r i n g on what to do with Wanda, now that she was classified as a threat. The little witch had lost her mind, been m a n i p u l a t e d , controlled by people she had allowed herself to trust and if it wasn’t for Pietro they would of k i l l e d her, but the cost of s a v i n g her was too much. It changed reality itself and Wanda was none the wiser. She wakes up every day, side by side her brother, the love of her life, thinking that this is r e a l life, With her twins, her little boys , the p e r f e c t life really. All that Wanda had ever wanted and now she had it, but she didn’t k n o w the truth. When she awakes that morning, the little witch rolls on her side , blessed with the fact her son’s seemed to still be a s l e e p. She had no memory of their father { Vision } she only had memory of her children, and of her darling b r o t h e r Pietro, and Father Erik. Her real m e m o r i e s where buried under the avalanche of her magic, magic which had destroyed her life and killed those d e a r e s t to her.

❝ Pietro, are you a w a k e?❞

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The price of freedom had been one that was very costly. But Pietro was greedy, and getting what he wanted? He wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon. Even if he seemed to be the only one that knew the truth of the matter. That this reality? This life, the one he led with his twin sister and his nephews, was nothing but a lie. But in this world, this reality, he’s allowed to love Wanda the way they have always loved each other: deeper than brother and sister. Without consequence. When he heard Wanda’s voice, he turned towards his sister and smiled warmly at her. “Hey,” he muttered, moving to lean on his elbow to lean over and kiss her lovingly. “You know I never sleep,” the speedster laughed a little. “You’re up a little early, is everything alright?”

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Painful Truth || Wanda & Pietro

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  Now that Pietro was fully h e a l e d or at least mostly, Wanda knew she couldn’t continue to hide this from him. S.H.I.E.L.D had there files, and she knew Stark had probably taken a peek at them. The files originally owned by H.Y,D,R.A until the Avengers had come across them during a base raid. How long before one of the others said something if only by accident?. The truth was, Wanda had not been dealing with the m i s c a r r i g e well herself, even though it had almost been a year since it had happened,  it was still there in the back of her mind, the life they could of had.  A single tear spills down her cheek as she glances out of the kitchen window before hastily wiping her eyes and making her way to the room she s h a r e d with her brother hoping he was awake despite the fact it was only nine in the morning. Wanda knew she needed to tell him, he deserved to know from her and to not have it randomly blurted out by one of the AVENGERS. She had been told by Grant Ward, back when she’d thought she could trust him and it was a conversation that had not left the little witch. It haunted her as much as the miscarriage did.. She enters the room, her voice low,               “Brother? are you a w a k e?.” quickxsilver

It had been almost six months since the battle with Ultron, and Pietro was pretty much healed. He still had a few limitations (he still had a speed limit - which everyone thought was hilarious), but everything else he could do. And thanks to some of Wanda’s convincing, they had been allowed to share a room together. They had started out with bunk beds, but they always slept in each other’s beds anyway so they finally caved in and bought them a queen sized mattress that they shared.

Pietro didn’t sleep. And when he did, it was light. So when his sister came to wake him up, he was immediately awake, looking over to his sister with concern painted all over his face. “You’ve been crying,” he said. He knew her well enough - better than anyone, really. Had someone hurt her? Said something to her? Cause if they had, then he was going to make sure they had a few black eyes and a bloody nose to speak for it. “What’s the matter, Wanda?” he asked. The adrenaline flooding through him increased ten-fold as he waited for an answer, ready to fight whoever hurt his precious sister.

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The heavy atmosphere that has settled over them, and Pietro knows that Wanda is thinking about that day again. She is thinking about the moments he had died; when she had lost everything. “I will never leave you again,” he promises, and his words are sincere. “Promise me, Wanda, that you will not leave me, either. I wouldn’t... I couldn’t bear the thought,” he said softly, kissing her again, stroking her honey brown locks away from her face. Even in the dark, he can see her blue-green eyes, the same color as his own, shining back at him. “I love you so much,” he murmured, overwhelmed with love in that one moment.

For a while, his fingers move inside her, loosening her up a little bit. She is so wet, so warm... just as he remembered. He whimpers a little when she moved his hand away to pull his pajama bottoms down, his half-hard cock springing out from behind the elastic when she pulled it down. “God, Wanda, I want you so badly,” he started. “I want to feel you around me, taking me all into your tight, hot body. I just want to feel like one soul again...” he purred, moving forward to kiss her, nibbling on her lower lip a little bit. “I want you to ride me until we both come... I want to just be with you.”

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      When Pietro had died, Wanda had a l m o s t completely lost her mind, she remembers screaming, feeling each bullet, crying every day afterwards, r e f u s i n g to leave her room, even though Agent Coulson himself had PROMISED her that they would try and bring him back. And here her brother was, very much alive, and she can’t bring h e r s e l f to ever leave his side. Her darling brother, Wanda is so proud of him, so p r o u d of how he risked his life, of how he died to protect someone else and yet she is also very mad at him for even ENTERTAINING the thought of leaving her. Wanda is not sure she would of been able to cope if he had been gone forever, the anger and rage she had f e l t when Ultron had killed him? she never wanted to have to f e e l those emotions again, she never wanted to go through LOSING him again. She presses more kisses, this time all over his face, letting him know she has no i n t e n t i o n of going anywhere, that she won’t let them be separated again.       Even though he still looks a little worse for wear, Pietro is P E R F E C T in her eyes, he always has been. Pietro was everything to Wanda, for so long they had been each others everything and they still where. “And i am p r o u d of you too brother, so proud of who you have become but i swear, if you ever die on me again…i v’ill bring you back and kill you myself” she is half joking, but there is sadness and fear in her tone, proving she was still shaken up after almost losing him. “You know, i do z’hink i can see some possible wings” she is t e a s i n g him of course, she cannot help it it comes natural to Wanda. That moan of his sends shivers down her spine, it is music to her ears and he knows it makes her hot and bothered. As their lips meet in a messy, heated kiss, she smirks against his lips feeling his hands m o v e down her body. His words cause her to blush and she breaks the kiss to mumble back “"возьми меня"” an indication that she wants him to take what he wants. She rolls her hips down on his teasingly b e c a u s e it has been so long. She leans forward to kiss him a g a i n , biting down playfully on his lips.

Pietro hopes his twin does not take his death personally, but part of him knows that she does. It was, like all of his decisions, an on-the-spot, compulsive action to move forward and save his comrade and the small child he held. Pietro had no idea that Clint had a family: a wife who was pregnant and a son and daughter waiting for him. He knew none of that. But the thought of that man and child dying... seemed so dismal in that small millisecond he had to think. And he knew that, for the rest of his life, he would be making it up to his baby sister. He heard stories of how she had single-handedly destroyed Ultron after his death, and was going to die herself until Vision saved her. When Vision visited him (the Avengers were making their rounds visiting him... the android had yet to visit), he would thank the other for rescuing his sister. It meant everything to him.

Pietro can’t help but laugh weakly at her words. “I know you will. But don’t worry, my love. I will never leave you again,” he murmured. When she teased him about wings, he pushed her shoulder lightly before they are distracted: kisses heating up in the dark room and even though he can only see her from the dim light of the hallway, he knows she’s flushed a little. He can feel the heart radiating off of her skin. He can’t remember the last time they were together like this, their kisses heated and intense as he found his way down her neck again. He knows there’s not much room for them to do much in a hospital bed so he rocked his hips upward, almost as if he were seeking her warmth. His fingers reach down, pushing the crotch of her panties aside and pushing a few fingers into her. She is tight from the time they have been apart, and he can’t help but smile at her little reactions. “Я хочу, чтобы вы меня ездить,” he purrs into her ear. “Пока я не приду глубоко внутри вас...”

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  “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.

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  “V’ell i v’orry, Z’he Captain said you v’here not ready for visitors, but he v’as annoying me. “ she confesses scrunching up her nose slightly at her twelve minutes older brother. She knew she’d be in trouble later for knocking out SHIELD operatives with her p o w e r s but right now all she cared about was seeing her brother, and as he presses kisses all over her hair and cheek, she allows him to tilt her face towards his. It’s nice, the way their noses brush clumsily together, before a sweet kiss presses to her lips. “I have m i s s e d you too….i cannot sleep v’ithout you.” she admitts sadly her eyes immediately concerned when he speaks about internal damage. “So you are not completely okay?” she asks slowly raising an e y b r o w wondering if visiting him would cause further damage, maybe she should of listened to Steve. As he pulls her ontop of him, she carefully rearranges herself so that her weight is not causing any extra damage , still she cannot bring herself to leave the hospital wing. Before she can q u e s t i o n it all, he’s kissing her again, but this is more passionate, more loving and she realizes just how long it has been. When she pulls away if only for a few s e c o n d s she becomes very aware of the fact his hair is pure white, no sign of any of the brown, it is gone. She frowns not quite u n d e r s t a n d i n g why his hair had changed color, was it because he had technically died?. She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, deciding she likes it, she likes e v e r y t h i n g about her twin , including the secret they both hold dear to each other. Their love.  Her eyes close for a few moments as his lips grace her neck, she tilts her head back slightly “I am not z’he only one who’s hair has changed brother, but shhhh it is okay, i know you did not mean to leave me.” it comes out as a whisper, her other hand moving to link with Pietro’s. Tears however have begun to gather in her green eyes. “I felt every bullet….it v’as like z’hey were hitting me….and i knew…i knew in z’hat moment and everything came c r a s h i n g down.” she swallows hard before nodding. “Yes i am going to be an Avenger…”

“The Captain has my best interest in mind. But it’s true, I still do have some internal damage. Mostly stuff that they said that I can’t overexert myself with. Which mostly means no running,” Pietro sighed. There was an obvious edginess to his voice. He had so much energy in him and he needed to get it out somehow. It was driving him nuts. “I cannot sleep without you, either,” he admitted. “I haven’t slept since they brought me back to life.” It was tough to admit that to his twin, but she had a right to know. “Every time I manage to fall into some sort of catatonic state, I feel those bullets, I hear you screaming… I can’t, I can’t...” he sighed, a broken, shaky sigh. “Just… stay. Please.” He is not above begging his sister to get what he wants. He deserves it, goddammit. They both deserve it.

Pietro knows, without seeing her face, that his sister’s eyes are welling with tears. He pulled back from her and cupped her face with his hands, wiping her tears away with the pad of his thumb. “I’m here,” he assured her. “I love you and I’m here and I am so proud of you for becoming an Avenger…” The Captain had come in and talked to me about being an Avenger when I am healed… but it will be a while,” he said with a sad smile. Another thing that would separate them. “About my hair… they said when I died that the mutation took over and changed the rest of my hair. It was a very scientific talk,” he chuckles lightly. “Do you want to just… lay here for a while?” he finally asked.

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Its been horrible, being separated from him, a reminder of their HYDRA days and she has been this close to throwing their captain against a wall just out of frustration. She cannot bare to spend any more time apart, she remembers the long nights, trapped in a small cell, unable to see her brother, crying out from him, crying herself to s l e e p because nobody would listen to her. Even as children they had not been separated longer than ten minutes, their parents had let them sleep in the same room from the day they where born, even as they got older. Would they of split them up eventually? Wanda had no i d e a and she dare not think about it, Hearing her twins words, she searches for him almost d e s p e r a t e l y , a pleased sigh escaping her lips, she rushes to his bedside, a smile clawing it’s way onto her features. She has never seen a more welcoming sight, and she gently clambers onto the edge of his bed so she can hug him, careful not to put to much pressure on his wounds even though he had time to h e a l. She could not help but worr about him, the twins took care of each other, it was how they had a l w a y s been and that was not about to change.  “моя любовь” she murmurs pressing her lips to his cheek, still unable to believe that he was here, after f e e l i n g each bullet that had pierced his skin. She breathes in his sent, her eyes closed tightly.

“You don’t have to treat me like I’m glass,” Pietro muttered to her, kissing any part of Wanda he can reach: her hair, her cheek... wishing she would just turn her head a bit to the left so he could kiss her lips. So he finally reaches up to to her face towards his. He laughs lightly as their noses bump clumsily in the darkness, before he presses forward to kiss her. “I have missed you so much,” he whispers to his sister, as if it were a secret meant for only for the two of them. “The wounds have completely healed but the internal damage is still a bit iffy...” he tells her, but he pulls her up on top of him regardless and chuckles, pulling her down for another searing kiss. This is the first time they’ve had alone since before they volunteered to be experimented on. It’s been a long, long time. Pietro’s lost track of how long.

A side effect of his death shows through but he’s not sure his twin is able to see it: his hair is completely white now, whatever remnants of his original hair color is gone. He doesn’t mention it, doesn’t find it important, but knows it may be something she notices. “I’m so sorry... I promised I wouldn’t ever leave you and I did...” he said softly, trailing soft kisses along her neck as he spoke. She smelled sweet: different, but sweet. “You changed your hair,” he noticed finally. “Are you training to be an Avenger?”