[ he does not recover and she felt her brother die; she's seen his corpse and it hurts. it still hurts, like she imagines a gaping wound in her chest would hurt. it's as she'd told ultron: she knows what it is like to feel her heart ripped out, what it is like to die. she experienced both the moment pietro died — and yet, he's here. the man in front of her is undeniably her brother and undeniably alive and it isn't until he touches her cheek that she realises that she's crying.
he says i walked it off and wanda laughs. if it's a little wet, a little too close to a sob, there is no one but pietro around to tell. ]
How is this possible?
[ but she doesn't wait for an answer to move forward, to reach her arms around his middle and hug him, holding him. with her head to his chest, she can feel his heartbeat as truly as she can feel his mind. ]
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he says i walked it off and wanda laughs. if it's a little wet, a little too close to a sob, there is no one but pietro around to tell. ]
How is this possible?
[ but she doesn't wait for an answer to move forward, to reach her arms around his middle and hug him, holding him. with her head to his chest, she can feel his heartbeat as truly as she can feel his mind. ]