[ she's grateful he doesn't tug his arm away. she knows in the instances that he does that it's never personal. pietro always looks out for others and never himself, but she supposes that's why she's here. she may be slow—famously twelve minutes late—but where pietro storms through things like thunder, she likes to consider herself more of a gentle breeze. ]
What if it gets so bad it falls off, hm?
[ she lifts her brows then. it's silly, she knows. if it was going to fall off, wanda had an inkling she would know about it.
but she's always loved her stories, and creating one to try and gently bully pietro has never been above her. ]
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[ she's grateful he doesn't tug his arm away. she knows in the instances that he does that it's never personal. pietro always looks out for others and never himself, but she supposes that's why she's here. she may be slow—famously twelve minutes late—but where pietro storms through things like thunder, she likes to consider herself more of a gentle breeze. ]
What if it gets so bad it falls off, hm?
[ she lifts her brows then. it's silly, she knows. if it was going to fall off, wanda had an inkling she would know about it.
but she's always loved her stories, and creating one to try and gently bully pietro has never been above her. ]