𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗢 𝗠.

@hesfast 
            
            perhaps, there was a sense of regret. . . to meet pietro now. . . the mere thought that he is a father to not /a child/ but a father to children that are now grown ups; it felt. . . surreal. 
            
            the atmosphere felt as if it was mocking him for his inability to speak to pietro. how ironic; getting words out to pietro was the hardest action he’d ever done. did atoning for his sins involved an interaction with his son? pietro wasn’t wrong — he didn’t have to do it, so why did he choose to? 
            
            "i assume you know of my relation to you." the metal bender could almost / cringe / at the words coming out of his own mouth; would it be beneficial to the both of them if the conversation was over already?

[ @MAGNETISMS ]
            
            pietro wished he could live his life oblivious to the truth.
            
            it was hard to accept that this man before him, an infamous mutant terrorist (of all things), had been his flesh and blood. erik was trying to atone for his past, pietro knew that. . . but that wasn’t the problem.
            
            the problem lay with his feelings of abandonment. he and wanda were so / young / , barely even a year old.
            
            how could he give up his children like that?
            
            “ you do not have to do this, you know. ” opening up was never pietro’s strong suit. he’d much prefer to end this conversation as soon as possible.

[ @hesfast ]
            
            " that 's alright , your past doesn 't really matter to me. everything makes mistakes , am i right ? "

[ @-parkerpowersss ]
            
            ‘ that’s fucked up. it should not be normal in the first place. ’
            
            there’s a bit of guilt in his eyes. ‘ me and my sister did not know what we got ourselves into when we. . . said yes to them. ’

[ @hesfast ]
            
            " hydra has been doing this stuff for a while .. it 's not obvious , just a normal possibility. "

anya’s anger was completely justified - or at least she believes that it was. 
            
            she was afraid. truly afraid. afraid of losing piet, losing the only person she could bring herself to open up to. ‘ i cannot be serious? ’ the girl blinked - shaking her head. 
            
            she couldn’t fathom him,  not really. he was / constantly / telling her to be careful, not to push herself too hard. but pietro doesn’t seem to think the same applies to him. and she’s tired. tired of him putting his life at risk for others - others like tony fucking stark. 
            
            ordinarily, she would’ve melted on the spot with cheeks turning red and he’d be on the other end of a kiss. but not now, not when this much was at stake. 
            
            ‘ no! i am not saying everything is about me. ’ her face flashed with pain - she did not like that. anya knew that he did not mean it; but that did not make it sting any less. ‘ i never say that. and you do know that. i am saying to stop trying to put tony stark above you. your life matters more than his to me! ’ 
            
            anya turned, her back facing him now. she couldn’t look at him. not when he is playing monopoly with his own life. 
            
            ‘ what if something went wrong? what if i ended up all alone? for what cause? tony stark? ’

[ @kovanyy ]
            
            * /  why did i do this to myself
            
            pietro bites his tongue to keep his mouth shut. he didn’t trust himself to speak — not when he was this frustrated. frustration often lead to him saying the nastiest things, but he’d never mean them. especially not to anya.
            
            but she was pushing him to the edge. and there was only so much he could endure before bursting himself.
            
            ‘ you cannot be serious, ’ pietro looks the other way with a scoff. ‘ whatever i do, i am / always / thinking of you. ’ his reply could’ve been sweet — if not for the iciness laced in his voice.
            
            ‘ but not everything is / about / you, anya! ’

/ gaaaaaa YOU GOT ANGST!!!!

@rapiidrebel
            
            let me think about it. . .
            
            no thanks. if i ‘smell’ that bad, do yourself a favor and leave me alone kid.  ( he rolls his eyes )

uncle ? woah there buddy , i don’t claim you . i only associate myself with fast people and billy . but seriously , take a shower 

@rapiidrebel
            
            tch — is that how you greet your uncle?

@hesfast : “well, i don’t typically understand other people’s humor, but bad jokes seems to sometimes be a connector, from my observations.” 

[ @NAFRAGOUS ]
            
            ‘ pfft. you obviously lack a ph.d. in comedy. ’
            
            ‘ but at least you did your best. ’ he slaps bruce on the back.

[ @hesfast ] 
            
            it comes as no surprise when the silver haired sokovian pulls her out of harms way. after all, that /was/ her plan. sometimes the only way to get through to the man she tumbled to the ground with was to play his own game. not many people were well versed in the ways of the speedster, but she had practically raised him. 
            
            her mossy gaze meets his and it takes all of one second for her neutral expression to turn sour. 
            
            "am i crazy? pietro maximoff, i have almost lost you once before because of your idiotic need to throw yourself at bullets! call me selfish, but i cannot go through that again. i will not lose you a second time." 
            
            the anger swimming in her eyes is only a front. a front to mask the fear and anxiety running down her spine. her heart is still thumping rapidly against her ribs, but she keeps her composure the best she can. 
            
            "no bullshit superhero mission is worth your life. you have to be careful. for wanda. for nadezhda. for the kids. for me." 
            
            her hand reaches up to cup his cheek gingerly, wiping away the grime of the fall from his cheeks.

[ @sokoviaswolf ]
            
            it / was / reckless, but pietro was certain he’d be fast enough to avoid the bullets. if there was one thing his past had taught him, it was that the right timing and positioning determined his chances of survival.
            
            now if he could just run fast enough to get to the enemy and disarm them —
            
            “ del?! ” pietro pauses in his tracks once he sees delilah flinging herself in front of him, his whole body going rigid.
            
            he had to act quick.
            
            in one second, the speedster loops an arm around her waist and dives for the right, bringing her down with him. pietro cusses from the fall and makes the brunette face him, worry and anger burning into his blue irises, hands shaking while he grips both her arms.
            
            “ are you crazy?! you will have almost died! ”

@rapiidrebel
            
            * /  thanks a ton, looking forward to being here!

/ welcome !! i can’t wait to see ur skillz <3 good luck here darlin

@hesfast 
            
            / I WANT alllll of the threads if that is manageable for u. but all the interactions i want soft. rn. 

@hesfast 
            
            “You can try, I’m a very......patient person so good luck.” She teased, a small smirk appearing on her lips. 
            
            “Wow, Lenny? I’ve never heard that one before.” The blonde muttered. “It’s Yelena.” 

[ @-Yelena ]
            
            pietro notices her smile and believes her when she says she cares for natasha. “bother / me / ? psh, then is only fair i bother you back.” he challenges, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
            
            “i forgot to ask you — your name is lenny or something. . . yes?” he’s heard natasha talk about her ‘little sister’ a few times, but pietro never paid enough attention to remember her name. he was sure it had a ‘len’ in there somewhere, though.

@hesfast 
            
            “No we’re not. I only don’t say it because we’re not exactly great at showing our emotions and well...she would never stop teasing me about it if it did.” A small smile appearing on her face. “I came to see Nat but I can’t find her anywhere so I decided to bother you instead.” 

; OH WORD?? PLEASE I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I’M GLAD YOURE HERE!! i have so much to tell you though, let me pm you real quick