[ being patient is not his forte, standing still, waiting; Pietro has lost the meaning of it. he doesn't necessarily give his agreement, but he doesn't go anywhere, standing still with a nervous energy while he waits to see her. it isn't like much time has passed for him, no time at all, really, but Pietro knows that it will have been longer for her.
he knows that he left her.
as soon as Wanda comes into view, Pietro can feel his heart stutter in its relief, not hesitating for a moment when he meets her half way to gather her against him. he sweeps her into his arms easily, pulling her tight to his chest and keeping her there; it's a safety he should have been able to afford her for the rest of their lives, a comfort that never should have had to stop. they were born twelve minutes apart; they were never meant to be without each other for longer than that. ]
Of course. You think I would leave you alone for long? [ his voice is quiet in her hair, meant to be reassuring. he doesn't know how long it's been, he isn't sure if that will matter now; what he does know is that he'll never leave her again, that even under her direction of go, he'll stay. ]
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he knows that he left her.
as soon as Wanda comes into view, Pietro can feel his heart stutter in its relief, not hesitating for a moment when he meets her half way to gather her against him. he sweeps her into his arms easily, pulling her tight to his chest and keeping her there; it's a safety he should have been able to afford her for the rest of their lives, a comfort that never should have had to stop. they were born twelve minutes apart; they were never meant to be without each other for longer than that. ]
Of course. You think I would leave you alone for long? [ his voice is quiet in her hair, meant to be reassuring. he doesn't know how long it's been, he isn't sure if that will matter now; what he does know is that he'll never leave her again, that even under her direction of go, he'll stay. ]