[So he did not recover. Pietro thinks he must've already known that, already knew that when he hit the dirt, the next step for him was to be buried underneath it. Maybe this is the age of miracles that Baron von Strucker talked about. A result of Hydra's longing or time travel or the sheer longing of the true miracle, his sister. Whatever it is, the fact remains that her brother was dead, but he's here now.
Her grief hurts him more than any bullets. Pietro continues closer until he can lift his hand, brushing the backs of his fingers against her tear-streaked cheek. See? That is her brother's touch too.]
I took some good advice. [The smile comes back to his lips, gentler this time.] I walked it off.
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Her grief hurts him more than any bullets. Pietro continues closer until he can lift his hand, brushing the backs of his fingers against her tear-streaked cheek. See? That is her brother's touch too.]
I took some good advice. [The smile comes back to his lips, gentler this time.] I walked it off.