"I don't even know why you pretend to care anymore."
@swift-and-cynical || meme
It was in her nature to push away when things were gettinggood for her. They could never actually be good she knewhe would get hurt for loving her so she had to push him away. “Shit ah don’ know myself. All ah wanted was a goodscrew without tha complicated love bullshit you try ta get meto feel. I’ll just go find that somewhere else.” She told himas she packed her back. Her back faced him as she did hidingthe fact that she was crying. Renee loved him but she couldnever let him get hurt so it was better this way.
Pietro looked to the crumpled shirt Renee had thrown toward him. Well if that wasn’t some fucked up symbolism for her taking his heart, crumpling it up, and throwing it back at him, he didn’t know what was.
He stared down at it with a mixture of sadness and anger. He was tired of having his emotions played with… Tired of being hated and left alone. He wanted it to end. But with his luck, he never would. And he didn’t believe her words when she said someone out there would love him. No… Perhaps for a day or two– maybe even a week, but they would quickly realize that he wasn’t worth the effort.
He would always be thrown away.
Suddenly, her words struck a lightbulb in his mind, as he connected what was going on. His expression completely changed as he looked to Renee.
“Is /that/ why you’re pushing me away? Because you’re still afraid of being targeted?”
Renee finally looked at him, letting him see the tears that had been falling. “Ah was with Rasputin when dey took him.” She admitted. She had never spoken about those few months she had been gone before but now she felt she had to. “What they were doin’- if he even lives through dat shit he ain’t gonna be dat same lovable Russian. Ah saw him break an’ start ta lose hope.” Her voice cracked as she let out a sob. It haunted her in her nightmares all fo the things she had seen.
“We got out but he’s missin’ again so I’m pretty sure he’s dead. Saw Allerdyce’s dead body an’ it sure wasn’ no nice quick death. Ah’m next an’ ah know it. Ah don’ think dere is a target on my back ah know there is! Dis was nice but ah gotta get outta fairytale romance land an face tha real shit.” She grabbed her coat and put it back on.
“Dey’re comin’ after you an’ me an’ Creed. Ah only hope if ah’m with dat prick it’ll buy you ah few more months before dey come lookin’ fer you. Say yer goodbyes or whatever shit. Maybe we’ll even kill off a few of ‘em ta make it easier for you. Russian an’ I tried, fer you ah’ll keep tryin’ cause ah don’ want you do die ah love you. An’ if ah ain’t gonna make it ta next week ah wanna go out fightin’ ta make sure you live.”
Pietro listened as she spoke, glad that she was finally opening up about what had happened, but upset upon learning what went on.
His expression was serious as he stood up from the couch, however, it soon faded into a slightly nervous smile as he brought her into a hug.
"I have literally been out running my problems as far back as I can remember." Pietro tried to comfort her, not sure how it would turn out.
"Don't go. We can make it through this. We just have to keep running." He told her, hoping she would feel better.
"Which I'm good at." He laughed slightly.
