Wanda and Pietro, Tuesday Afternoon
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om_mainThe Maximoff twins talk recent revelations and other deep thoughts.
Though he'd gotten into the habit of braindumping into the private journal in the last few months, Pietro didn't have the option right then. Tessa surely read them all, and this was something... well, she'd probably find out if she didn't already know, but he had promised to keep it to himself, and at least wanted to make a good faith effort in that vein.
Not that he wouldn't have been knocking on Wanda's door even if he had been able to braindump first, because he totally would've. But at least his thoughts would be semi-arranged into something understandable by then, if he'd had the luxury.
"Come in," Wanda called absently, not bothering to get up off the bed where she was sitting comfortably. The number of people who might be stopping by was fairly small, and she doubted any of them would mind her not getting up to greet them.
And the sight of her brother coming through the door barely rated a blink. "What's up?"
Pietro closed the door behind him and promptly threw himself down on Wanda's bed face first. "One of my best friends is totally gonna ditch me for someone else and another is a self-absorbed little shit who put the whole house in danger for the sake of his dick. I'm obsessed with a girl who killed the only person she ever loved because there's a pheromone trigger that turns her into a killing machine. Our biological father is a serial killer and I can't decide how to feel about it."
He sighed dramatically. "You know. Normal teenage stuff. What's up with you?"
She'd reached down to slide a hand into his hair the minute he faceplanted onto her bed, but hadn't actually look up from her reading until the very last bit. "He's not a serial killer," Wanda returned instantly, giving him a dry look that she knew he couldn't see, and ignored the rest of it. Nothing they hadn't talked about before.
He turned his head so he could look over and up at her, pillowing it on his arms--careful not to move enough that she'd feel the need to remove her hand from his hair. "You're the one who pointed out the murder is bad thing. I mean. You're right. It is what it is."
"I know," she sighed a little. As flip as Wanda had been -- mostly to counteract Pietro's more dramatic tendencies -- it was something she was still struggling with herself. "If there was ever anyone who deserved it...but it's still murder."
"I feel shitty for not immediately thinking it myself, but yeah, it's murder," he admitted. "I mean, it is fucked up to think of killing anyone as okay, but... I do honestly believe the world is a better place without them. What worries me is that, like..."
Ugh, he hated bringing this shit up and worrying Wanda, who already had epic amounts of shit to deal with, but there was no way to exist without letting her in on what was bugging him. It just wasn't even a thing. "Well, a lot of things worry me. But chief among them is--do we really know it was just people who deserved it? Like, what if some people who had zero to do with it got in his way somehow? The kind of fucking dedication it'd take to actually hunt those people down... I don't know. It's pretty obsessive."
It was something she'd been trying not to think too hard about herself. Wanda grimaced and put her textbook down to the side then slid down until she was lying next to Pietro. It was something they'd done since they were little, whenever they were talking about the important things, and it felt right for the moment.
"I guess we just have to give him the benefit of the doubt," she said quietly. "We owe him that much, probably. Especially since he was willing to tell us about it."
And just like that, Pietro felt as safe as he had when he was seven years old. Before Django died, before their powers had fucked things up, before he'd been arrested. Just him and Wanda talking, like nothing else could touch them. He sighed and pushed onto his side to face her. "I'm glad he did. I definitely have even more respect for him. I mean... I'd probably do the same. I kind of hope I would."
He wasn't sure if that was the scariest part of it or not. He hoped to god it was, for his own sake.
It made her grimace a little, but Wanda didn't bother to argue the point. She'd hope that Pietro would never have to kill anyone, but well. He'd do anything for family and she'd always known it. Even before he'd proved more than happy to steal for them. "Let's hope it won't ever come to that."
"I do," he admitted freely. He'd do what he had to--for sure, when it came to Wanda, and hopefully, when it came to everyone else. But still, "It's not like I exist in black and white. It's not like he's the only murderer I know and--and actually like." He'd seen it in Tessa, after all--and that had been her conscious choice, as much as it had been his father's, and he respected her choices, if in an entirely different way.
"Just, it feels different. With him. For some reason I want it to be black or white." It had something to do with him as a father... or not. Was there anything in between? Pietro had never been able to fathom it, if so.
"I don't think it ever can be, with him and us," Wanda said with a hint of wry resignation. Maybe they all understood each other a little better than they had, but things were far from certain with their biological father. About anything.
Pietro sighed. "We can't treat him like a father. We can't treat him like he's not." Legally, in particular, but also in every other way imaginable, at least for the next two years... it was a fact. Fuck. "What the fuck else is there?"
"Like an uncle, I guess?" Though from the face she made, even Wanda was doubtful about it. "Or a father-figure, I guess. I don't know. It's been working out okay so far."
"You really feel that way? Like things haven't changed so much that we can just keep... ignoring how increasingly fucking weird it is to be related to him?" There was nothing in Pietro's face or voice but hope. It had been easy, before, to think of Erik as nothing but a convenient extra at best, an inconveniently pushy one the rest of the time.
Pietro didn't know when he'd started to look up to the man a little. Maybe when he'd visited Agatha's and seen that Wanda was getting her shit under control--just like Erik promised. Maybe when they'd stopped arguing over every little thing and Pietro had realized that they actually agreed more often than not. Maybe when he'd come through and brought Wanda here. Maybe... when he'd found out about, "Our Uncle Erik, the Nazi Hunter."
"I think," she said, the words coming slowly as she put them together, "the more time we spend around him the harder it is to forget that we are related." He and Pietro were scarily alike at time, and even Wanda could see more than a little of herself in some of Erik's mannerisms.
And then she paused and turned to look at her brother properly. "Does it bother you?"
"Less than it did in some ways," he admitted with a little sigh. He still felt like a traitor for it--another thing he didn't need to explain to her. They knew who their father was. It was not Erik Lensherr. That was all there was to it. "More than it did in others.
"I guess it just comes at a weird time. I been thinking a lot about what I'm really capable of. For you..." He reached out and tucked an errant curl behind her ear. There weren't really words for what he'd do, apart from anything. "Well, you know. In general is different. But the things I want to be capable of--the things I think I need to be capable of... It was just weird timing, I guess."
"I think with everything that's going on, we're all thinking about it a little bit," she said with a very slight smile. "I'm not sure any other time would be better to learn something like that. Can you imagine if he'd told us back at the beginning?"
"Ugh yeah, god. At least now we know he's not a complete sociopath. Only half." Probably, anyhow. Pietro's expression was a perfect plead of dark amusement and resignation. "I dunno. Like I say, there are some people I really think the world can do without. Some I'd be willing to help it get rid of. I just.
"Growing up sucks."
"It does," she agreed solemnly and twisted to press a soft kiss against his temple. "But we'll manage."
"Definitely," Pietro said. And yep. Seven years old and happy again. Anyhow, how bad could things really be, now they were together? "So that's how you feel after a week or so to reflect? It's dodgy as fuck--I'm probably dodgy as fuck too, let's be serious--but we can't really say what'll happen. Except that we'll be okay?"
She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I honestly don't know what else to think," Wanda admitted. "Maybe it's all still sinking in, but all we can do is keep moving forward."
"See, that sounds great when you say it. Now if I can just accept that idea, maybe I can stop thinking about it over and over," he said--and now he even sounded a little like a hopeful seven-year-old.
"Find something else to think about instead?" She suggested with just a hint of a tease.
"Ugghhhh," he mock-whined--he loved the teasing, give me all the attention, and it was obvious from the smile he couldn't quite bite back. (Like she didn't already know.) "All the other shit I have to think about is annoying. Less annoying, but still annoying." A slight pause. "Well. The play will be fun, anyhow."
"See?" Wanda patted his side in a move absolutely calculated to be patronizing and hid a grin. "Think positive thoughts, Peter."
Pietro stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth at her. Then he laughed, returned the temple-kiss at superspeed, flopped onto his back, and tucked his arms behind his head. Mainly, he was just so, so glad she was having positive thoughts. Not just because Wanda having negative thoughts tended to be a never ending spiral of suck, but, you know, just in general, he wanted her to be happy here. "Teach me your ways, o guru of positivity. Tell me a story with a happy ending."
"No," she laughed and turned to wind herself around him as much as she could. "Find one for yourself." Wanda paused for a moment and then poked him firmly in the nose. "I'm not doing all of your work for you."
He sighed melodramatically and wrapped one arm around her, gathering her as close as possible to his side. "The guru demands hard work and sacrifice. Fine, fine. What do you want? The Three Bears starring Wanda and Pietro Maximoff? That was always a good one. Or something new? Like with pirates, maybe? Or fairies?"
He knew it wasn't what she meant. But it'd have to do, for the moment.
Though he'd gotten into the habit of braindumping into the private journal in the last few months, Pietro didn't have the option right then. Tessa surely read them all, and this was something... well, she'd probably find out if she didn't already know, but he had promised to keep it to himself, and at least wanted to make a good faith effort in that vein.
Not that he wouldn't have been knocking on Wanda's door even if he had been able to braindump first, because he totally would've. But at least his thoughts would be semi-arranged into something understandable by then, if he'd had the luxury.
"Come in," Wanda called absently, not bothering to get up off the bed where she was sitting comfortably. The number of people who might be stopping by was fairly small, and she doubted any of them would mind her not getting up to greet them.
And the sight of her brother coming through the door barely rated a blink. "What's up?"
Pietro closed the door behind him and promptly threw himself down on Wanda's bed face first. "One of my best friends is totally gonna ditch me for someone else and another is a self-absorbed little shit who put the whole house in danger for the sake of his dick. I'm obsessed with a girl who killed the only person she ever loved because there's a pheromone trigger that turns her into a killing machine. Our biological father is a serial killer and I can't decide how to feel about it."
He sighed dramatically. "You know. Normal teenage stuff. What's up with you?"
She'd reached down to slide a hand into his hair the minute he faceplanted onto her bed, but hadn't actually look up from her reading until the very last bit. "He's not a serial killer," Wanda returned instantly, giving him a dry look that she knew he couldn't see, and ignored the rest of it. Nothing they hadn't talked about before.
He turned his head so he could look over and up at her, pillowing it on his arms--careful not to move enough that she'd feel the need to remove her hand from his hair. "You're the one who pointed out the murder is bad thing. I mean. You're right. It is what it is."
"I know," she sighed a little. As flip as Wanda had been -- mostly to counteract Pietro's more dramatic tendencies -- it was something she was still struggling with herself. "If there was ever anyone who deserved it...but it's still murder."
"I feel shitty for not immediately thinking it myself, but yeah, it's murder," he admitted. "I mean, it is fucked up to think of killing anyone as okay, but... I do honestly believe the world is a better place without them. What worries me is that, like..."
Ugh, he hated bringing this shit up and worrying Wanda, who already had epic amounts of shit to deal with, but there was no way to exist without letting her in on what was bugging him. It just wasn't even a thing. "Well, a lot of things worry me. But chief among them is--do we really know it was just people who deserved it? Like, what if some people who had zero to do with it got in his way somehow? The kind of fucking dedication it'd take to actually hunt those people down... I don't know. It's pretty obsessive."
It was something she'd been trying not to think too hard about herself. Wanda grimaced and put her textbook down to the side then slid down until she was lying next to Pietro. It was something they'd done since they were little, whenever they were talking about the important things, and it felt right for the moment.
"I guess we just have to give him the benefit of the doubt," she said quietly. "We owe him that much, probably. Especially since he was willing to tell us about it."
And just like that, Pietro felt as safe as he had when he was seven years old. Before Django died, before their powers had fucked things up, before he'd been arrested. Just him and Wanda talking, like nothing else could touch them. He sighed and pushed onto his side to face her. "I'm glad he did. I definitely have even more respect for him. I mean... I'd probably do the same. I kind of hope I would."
He wasn't sure if that was the scariest part of it or not. He hoped to god it was, for his own sake.
It made her grimace a little, but Wanda didn't bother to argue the point. She'd hope that Pietro would never have to kill anyone, but well. He'd do anything for family and she'd always known it. Even before he'd proved more than happy to steal for them. "Let's hope it won't ever come to that."
"I do," he admitted freely. He'd do what he had to--for sure, when it came to Wanda, and hopefully, when it came to everyone else. But still, "It's not like I exist in black and white. It's not like he's the only murderer I know and--and actually like." He'd seen it in Tessa, after all--and that had been her conscious choice, as much as it had been his father's, and he respected her choices, if in an entirely different way.
"Just, it feels different. With him. For some reason I want it to be black or white." It had something to do with him as a father... or not. Was there anything in between? Pietro had never been able to fathom it, if so.
"I don't think it ever can be, with him and us," Wanda said with a hint of wry resignation. Maybe they all understood each other a little better than they had, but things were far from certain with their biological father. About anything.
Pietro sighed. "We can't treat him like a father. We can't treat him like he's not." Legally, in particular, but also in every other way imaginable, at least for the next two years... it was a fact. Fuck. "What the fuck else is there?"
"Like an uncle, I guess?" Though from the face she made, even Wanda was doubtful about it. "Or a father-figure, I guess. I don't know. It's been working out okay so far."
"You really feel that way? Like things haven't changed so much that we can just keep... ignoring how increasingly fucking weird it is to be related to him?" There was nothing in Pietro's face or voice but hope. It had been easy, before, to think of Erik as nothing but a convenient extra at best, an inconveniently pushy one the rest of the time.
Pietro didn't know when he'd started to look up to the man a little. Maybe when he'd visited Agatha's and seen that Wanda was getting her shit under control--just like Erik promised. Maybe when they'd stopped arguing over every little thing and Pietro had realized that they actually agreed more often than not. Maybe when he'd come through and brought Wanda here. Maybe... when he'd found out about, "Our Uncle Erik, the Nazi Hunter."
"I think," she said, the words coming slowly as she put them together, "the more time we spend around him the harder it is to forget that we are related." He and Pietro were scarily alike at time, and even Wanda could see more than a little of herself in some of Erik's mannerisms.
And then she paused and turned to look at her brother properly. "Does it bother you?"
"Less than it did in some ways," he admitted with a little sigh. He still felt like a traitor for it--another thing he didn't need to explain to her. They knew who their father was. It was not Erik Lensherr. That was all there was to it. "More than it did in others.
"I guess it just comes at a weird time. I been thinking a lot about what I'm really capable of. For you..." He reached out and tucked an errant curl behind her ear. There weren't really words for what he'd do, apart from anything. "Well, you know. In general is different. But the things I want to be capable of--the things I think I need to be capable of... It was just weird timing, I guess."
"I think with everything that's going on, we're all thinking about it a little bit," she said with a very slight smile. "I'm not sure any other time would be better to learn something like that. Can you imagine if he'd told us back at the beginning?"
"Ugh yeah, god. At least now we know he's not a complete sociopath. Only half." Probably, anyhow. Pietro's expression was a perfect plead of dark amusement and resignation. "I dunno. Like I say, there are some people I really think the world can do without. Some I'd be willing to help it get rid of. I just.
"Growing up sucks."
"It does," she agreed solemnly and twisted to press a soft kiss against his temple. "But we'll manage."
"Definitely," Pietro said. And yep. Seven years old and happy again. Anyhow, how bad could things really be, now they were together? "So that's how you feel after a week or so to reflect? It's dodgy as fuck--I'm probably dodgy as fuck too, let's be serious--but we can't really say what'll happen. Except that we'll be okay?"
She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I honestly don't know what else to think," Wanda admitted. "Maybe it's all still sinking in, but all we can do is keep moving forward."
"See, that sounds great when you say it. Now if I can just accept that idea, maybe I can stop thinking about it over and over," he said--and now he even sounded a little like a hopeful seven-year-old.
"Find something else to think about instead?" She suggested with just a hint of a tease.
"Ugghhhh," he mock-whined--he loved the teasing, give me all the attention, and it was obvious from the smile he couldn't quite bite back. (Like she didn't already know.) "All the other shit I have to think about is annoying. Less annoying, but still annoying." A slight pause. "Well. The play will be fun, anyhow."
"See?" Wanda patted his side in a move absolutely calculated to be patronizing and hid a grin. "Think positive thoughts, Peter."
Pietro stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth at her. Then he laughed, returned the temple-kiss at superspeed, flopped onto his back, and tucked his arms behind his head. Mainly, he was just so, so glad she was having positive thoughts. Not just because Wanda having negative thoughts tended to be a never ending spiral of suck, but, you know, just in general, he wanted her to be happy here. "Teach me your ways, o guru of positivity. Tell me a story with a happy ending."
"No," she laughed and turned to wind herself around him as much as she could. "Find one for yourself." Wanda paused for a moment and then poked him firmly in the nose. "I'm not doing all of your work for you."
He sighed melodramatically and wrapped one arm around her, gathering her as close as possible to his side. "The guru demands hard work and sacrifice. Fine, fine. What do you want? The Three Bears starring Wanda and Pietro Maximoff? That was always a good one. Or something new? Like with pirates, maybe? Or fairies?"
He knew it wasn't what she meant. But it'd have to do, for the moment.
