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Wanda and Pietro, Nov 22
After Pietro's public stunt, he has some groveling to do. Wanda keeps as much control as she can, but their lives have definitely changed.
Wanda had hit the ground running the second the text had come through, barely paying attention to her response past hitting a few random keys to let Pietro know she'd gotten it. She may not have had his speed, but she still had her own ways to make it to the city in record time.
The first thing she did after blowing straight in through the door was pull her brother into the tightest hug she could manage. The second thing she did was punch him on the arm. "Pietro!"
"Ow!" He rubbed at his arm. The hug had almost made him think he would get off without pain. Should've known better. "I'm sorry! Seriously, I know it's a huge mess but I wasn't sure what else to do!" He made the puppy dog eyes, but not even on purpose--he really just felt that bad.
"I know," she said, biting her lip a little. "You couldn't just-- I know. But this is huge."
"I know." He came closer again and took both her hands. "I know, and that's why I'm sorry. I swear I wasn't just sticking around for a photo op--Phil was giving me a little shit there, but, seriously, the kid was like stuck to my neck and screaming in my ear or I would've just ditched him and run."
Wanda nodded, but didn't look too convinced. She let him keep hold of her, though, so she had at least stopped being upset with him. "What do we do?"
Pietro actually hung his head, because he knew she didn't believe. And if he looked back, he wasn't sure she was wrong? Like, he could've pried the kid off--if he'd been careful he probably wouldn't have hurt him or anything? Ugh, god, why was he such a fuck-up? He turned and pulled her to the squishy couch. "Well, I talked to Phil about it, and I guess the first thing is that I need to be seen to cut myself off from the school, to protect it."
She let herself be tugged along without complaint, but Wanda instantly went still the moment she'd settled onto it. "You're leaving?" She asked, sounding a little more wounded than she'd meant to. Of course he was going to have to, it only made sense, but the idea of it still...hurt.
Pietro bit at his bottom lip. "You could come too. I mean, it's already our apartment, so of course you'll wanna come here after graduation--I mean if you do, which why wouldn't you?--but we're eighteen now. So you could?" His hopeful smile was almost painful.
Even if they did live in separate buildings, technically, he could be by her side in seconds. Anywhere, any time. And he would. But it... just, they'd been apart long enough and he never wanted to do that again. Even symbolically. Because he was sorta-kinda okay really non-functional without her soooo...
"I. Pietro, I can't just leave school," she said with a steadily growing frown. Because she'd thought of it, of course she had. But, "I'm not like you, I can't commute back there in seconds."
"We could get our GEDs," Pietro offered. He was uncomfortably reminded of a time a few years ago when they'd had a similar conversation. Pietro in trouble, trying to convince her to run away with him--
But this wasn't the same! They were totally safe now, nothing could touch them, for real this time. "Just say fuck it, do our own thing?"
"No we can't," Wanda said, shaking her head a little, and while it was soft there was a hint of steel in her voice. "Mom would never forgive us and you know it."
"She would," Pietro argued, though it was more cajoling than argumentative, truth be told. "She can roll with circumstances. And--I mean, we're adults now. It's our life. Our lives. Whatever."
"Maybe. But..." Wanda trailed off and took a deep breath, looking her brother right in the eye. "That's not what I want."
"Oh. I. Yeah." Three different starts to sentences that never got off the ground--a rarity with Pietro, who had ages to compose his words in his head before they came out of his mouth (if he wanted them to be understood). He blinked rapidly, looking slightly confused, for just a second or two. He hadn't seen that coming, for some reason. Like maybe a disagreement, but not that.
But she wanted to stay in school at Xavier's, and so, okay then. He said, "Totally, yeah, okay. And, I mean, that way you can still stay incognito, and if anyone who knows us asks about you and if you're a mutant I can just be like, 'Wouldn't you like to know?' and fob them off or something?"
"Maybe," Wanda said a little doubtfully, biting her lip again. It was an old, bad habit, but at least she was keeping her hands still for the moment. "I don't think that will work for long. You're already everywhere." And yes, people would move on to the next thing soon enough, but mutants were big in the news already.
"I know," he said miserably. "God, that's so the kind of thing I'd normally enjoy, too. Ughhhh." Epic. Fuck-up.
It pulled a small smile from her, and before she'd realized it Wanda was already leaning in against his side. "We'll figure it out."
"Yeah." He had his arm around her immediately. It made him feel way, way better--at least she probably wasn't going to punch him again--even if it was still a mess. "This is so not what I wanted for us, though. I mean--what we wanted for us. I don't know what we wanted, but I still feel confident in that assessment.
"I can be there in like seconds, though. And Erik will probably want me to keep going to classes there. If he's not, like, super pissed at me."
"He said he was going to come over later," Wanda said, shifting down to rest her head on Pietro's shoulder. "I think he wanted to be supportive. He didn't sound mad."
"That's good, at least." Pietro sighed and squeezed her. "We should Skype Mom. I'll ask Tessa to keep an eye on her. I mean, I doubt anything weird will go down there, but still... fuck." Another sigh.
"You said it before. Mom can handle it." Wanda gave a ghost of a smile. "She's probably dealt with this thing more than either of us." Marya's books may not have been the most popular things ever, but she was still a semi-public figure.
"True." Pietro smiled. "Remember that one woman who used to show up at all her signings and bring her crocheted dolls of her characters? That was epic."
Wanda snorted in amusement before she could stop herself and shook her head. "It was something. Maybe someone will crochet dolls of you now."
"And you, depending what you decide," Pietro pointed out. Then he made a face. "I can't decide if that'd be creepy or sweet. Both, probably."
It was still there, but Wanda's smile turned slightly wan at the reminder. "I don't think it's a good idea for me."
"So if someone asks... I just tell them to get fucked? Or do I flat out say no?" He hated to push it but he'd kind of left them without a choice. By being an idiot.
She let out a long exhale, but did take a moment or so to really think about it. "We can just tell them it's none of their business," Wanda said finally, if slowly. "Because it isn't. They're going to speculate no matter what we do anyway."
Pietro frowned, but was glad she had her head on his shoulder and wouldn't see. This wasn't what he'd wanted for them--none of it was. They were supposed to come out together. Tell the world who and what they were, show that they were a united front, an unstoppable force, together. That was what he wanted.
But in the absence of that possibility, which he had soundly buried six feet under a few hours ago, what he wanted was for Wanda to be safe and happy. And if this was what would do it... "Agreed," he said, and kissed her hair. "I like telling people to fuck off, anyhow. I'm super good at it."
"I've noticed," Wanda said a little dryly. Though he'd probably be enjoying his newfound fame a more than a bit too, she never doubted that he'd do exactly what he'd said and keep her out of it. "Maybe we can think of it as like a test run. If everything goes okay for you, I can...think about it." Even her tone was a little doubtful, but she meant what she said just as much as he did.
"It will," Pietro said with a sudden burst of actual confidence. It would, because he would make it, because then she would feel good doing it. "So, okay. Good plan."
Wanda had hit the ground running the second the text had come through, barely paying attention to her response past hitting a few random keys to let Pietro know she'd gotten it. She may not have had his speed, but she still had her own ways to make it to the city in record time.
The first thing she did after blowing straight in through the door was pull her brother into the tightest hug she could manage. The second thing she did was punch him on the arm. "Pietro!"
"Ow!" He rubbed at his arm. The hug had almost made him think he would get off without pain. Should've known better. "I'm sorry! Seriously, I know it's a huge mess but I wasn't sure what else to do!" He made the puppy dog eyes, but not even on purpose--he really just felt that bad.
"I know," she said, biting her lip a little. "You couldn't just-- I know. But this is huge."
"I know." He came closer again and took both her hands. "I know, and that's why I'm sorry. I swear I wasn't just sticking around for a photo op--Phil was giving me a little shit there, but, seriously, the kid was like stuck to my neck and screaming in my ear or I would've just ditched him and run."
Wanda nodded, but didn't look too convinced. She let him keep hold of her, though, so she had at least stopped being upset with him. "What do we do?"
Pietro actually hung his head, because he knew she didn't believe. And if he looked back, he wasn't sure she was wrong? Like, he could've pried the kid off--if he'd been careful he probably wouldn't have hurt him or anything? Ugh, god, why was he such a fuck-up? He turned and pulled her to the squishy couch. "Well, I talked to Phil about it, and I guess the first thing is that I need to be seen to cut myself off from the school, to protect it."
She let herself be tugged along without complaint, but Wanda instantly went still the moment she'd settled onto it. "You're leaving?" She asked, sounding a little more wounded than she'd meant to. Of course he was going to have to, it only made sense, but the idea of it still...hurt.
Pietro bit at his bottom lip. "You could come too. I mean, it's already our apartment, so of course you'll wanna come here after graduation--I mean if you do, which why wouldn't you?--but we're eighteen now. So you could?" His hopeful smile was almost painful.
Even if they did live in separate buildings, technically, he could be by her side in seconds. Anywhere, any time. And he would. But it... just, they'd been apart long enough and he never wanted to do that again. Even symbolically. Because he was sorta-kinda okay really non-functional without her soooo...
"I. Pietro, I can't just leave school," she said with a steadily growing frown. Because she'd thought of it, of course she had. But, "I'm not like you, I can't commute back there in seconds."
"We could get our GEDs," Pietro offered. He was uncomfortably reminded of a time a few years ago when they'd had a similar conversation. Pietro in trouble, trying to convince her to run away with him--
But this wasn't the same! They were totally safe now, nothing could touch them, for real this time. "Just say fuck it, do our own thing?"
"No we can't," Wanda said, shaking her head a little, and while it was soft there was a hint of steel in her voice. "Mom would never forgive us and you know it."
"She would," Pietro argued, though it was more cajoling than argumentative, truth be told. "She can roll with circumstances. And--I mean, we're adults now. It's our life. Our lives. Whatever."
"Maybe. But..." Wanda trailed off and took a deep breath, looking her brother right in the eye. "That's not what I want."
"Oh. I. Yeah." Three different starts to sentences that never got off the ground--a rarity with Pietro, who had ages to compose his words in his head before they came out of his mouth (if he wanted them to be understood). He blinked rapidly, looking slightly confused, for just a second or two. He hadn't seen that coming, for some reason. Like maybe a disagreement, but not that.
But she wanted to stay in school at Xavier's, and so, okay then. He said, "Totally, yeah, okay. And, I mean, that way you can still stay incognito, and if anyone who knows us asks about you and if you're a mutant I can just be like, 'Wouldn't you like to know?' and fob them off or something?"
"Maybe," Wanda said a little doubtfully, biting her lip again. It was an old, bad habit, but at least she was keeping her hands still for the moment. "I don't think that will work for long. You're already everywhere." And yes, people would move on to the next thing soon enough, but mutants were big in the news already.
"I know," he said miserably. "God, that's so the kind of thing I'd normally enjoy, too. Ughhhh." Epic. Fuck-up.
It pulled a small smile from her, and before she'd realized it Wanda was already leaning in against his side. "We'll figure it out."
"Yeah." He had his arm around her immediately. It made him feel way, way better--at least she probably wasn't going to punch him again--even if it was still a mess. "This is so not what I wanted for us, though. I mean--what we wanted for us. I don't know what we wanted, but I still feel confident in that assessment.
"I can be there in like seconds, though. And Erik will probably want me to keep going to classes there. If he's not, like, super pissed at me."
"He said he was going to come over later," Wanda said, shifting down to rest her head on Pietro's shoulder. "I think he wanted to be supportive. He didn't sound mad."
"That's good, at least." Pietro sighed and squeezed her. "We should Skype Mom. I'll ask Tessa to keep an eye on her. I mean, I doubt anything weird will go down there, but still... fuck." Another sigh.
"You said it before. Mom can handle it." Wanda gave a ghost of a smile. "She's probably dealt with this thing more than either of us." Marya's books may not have been the most popular things ever, but she was still a semi-public figure.
"True." Pietro smiled. "Remember that one woman who used to show up at all her signings and bring her crocheted dolls of her characters? That was epic."
Wanda snorted in amusement before she could stop herself and shook her head. "It was something. Maybe someone will crochet dolls of you now."
"And you, depending what you decide," Pietro pointed out. Then he made a face. "I can't decide if that'd be creepy or sweet. Both, probably."
It was still there, but Wanda's smile turned slightly wan at the reminder. "I don't think it's a good idea for me."
"So if someone asks... I just tell them to get fucked? Or do I flat out say no?" He hated to push it but he'd kind of left them without a choice. By being an idiot.
She let out a long exhale, but did take a moment or so to really think about it. "We can just tell them it's none of their business," Wanda said finally, if slowly. "Because it isn't. They're going to speculate no matter what we do anyway."
Pietro frowned, but was glad she had her head on his shoulder and wouldn't see. This wasn't what he'd wanted for them--none of it was. They were supposed to come out together. Tell the world who and what they were, show that they were a united front, an unstoppable force, together. That was what he wanted.
But in the absence of that possibility, which he had soundly buried six feet under a few hours ago, what he wanted was for Wanda to be safe and happy. And if this was what would do it... "Agreed," he said, and kissed her hair. "I like telling people to fuck off, anyhow. I'm super good at it."
"I've noticed," Wanda said a little dryly. Though he'd probably be enjoying his newfound fame a more than a bit too, she never doubted that he'd do exactly what he'd said and keep her out of it. "Maybe we can think of it as like a test run. If everything goes okay for you, I can...think about it." Even her tone was a little doubtful, but she meant what she said just as much as he did.
"It will," Pietro said with a sudden burst of actual confidence. It would, because he would make it, because then she would feel good doing it. "So, okay. Good plan."