[ it cannot be pietro. pietro is dead and the end of the world surely did not bring back the dead. if it had, it would not be the end of the world but a new beginning. ( later, she will come to realise just how ironic that thought really is, but right now, she believes it. )
her brother is dead, and she wishes the truth of that did not resonate, that she didn't know it with certainty. her brother is dead, and she wants to believe so badly that he isn't; she wants to believe it isn't true and that means that she cannot believe the figure in front of her at all. maybe it is grief and maybe it is stress, maybe someone else got into her head the way she manipulated the avengers.
it doesn't matter.
what matters is this: her brother is dead, and so this person cannot truly be her brother, no matter how badly she believes it. she cannot believe it, because she wants to. ]
My brother is dead. [ that is spat out, grief making her voice sharp and her tone bitter, her shoulders drawn up tight and tense.
but -
but he sounds like pietro and he smirks like pietro and he feels like pietro when she pushes her mind past the barriers of his, and she almost wavers. she wants him to be alive, she wants her brother back.
she doesn't know what is true anymore.
weaker, her tone much less aggressive and more questioning, she adds - ] I felt you die.
[ i saw your body she doesn't say, or i wanted to die with you or i buried you. ]
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her brother is dead, and she wishes the truth of that did not resonate, that she didn't know it with certainty. her brother is dead, and she wants to believe so badly that he isn't; she wants to believe it isn't true and that means that she cannot believe the figure in front of her at all. maybe it is grief and maybe it is stress, maybe someone else got into her head the way she manipulated the avengers.
it doesn't matter.
what matters is this: her brother is dead, and so this person cannot truly be her brother, no matter how badly she believes it. she cannot believe it, because she wants to. ]
My brother is dead. [ that is spat out, grief making her voice sharp and her tone bitter, her shoulders drawn up tight and tense.
but -
but he sounds like pietro and he smirks like pietro and he feels like pietro when she pushes her mind past the barriers of his, and she almost wavers. she wants him to be alive, she wants her brother back.
she doesn't know what is true anymore.
weaker, her tone much less aggressive and more questioning, she adds - ] I felt you die.
[ i saw your body she doesn't say, or i wanted to die with you or i buried you. ]