[Anytime they'd seen her even as children, Vasili's mother had a book on hand - while she watched her son at the park, while standing in line at the supermarket, a thin paperback sticking out of one pocket or another as she carried a basket of clothes down the street, ready to spend the afternoon reading at the laundromat. Pietro has only recently started to appreciate books, even if it's mostly for killing time and mild entertainment value. He'd never had the attention span for them before, and preferred television despite Wanda's sitcom obsession, and music. Now those are worse - plodding and droning on for him, music sounds weird and it's just noise. He's consequently read more books since HYDRA than he probably had in his entire life previously. Taking another jam-filled donut from the bag, he finally sets it down between them where Wanda can grab a second one herself if she ever gets around to actually finishing the first.]
I will...
[He says it like it's going to be a sacrifice, but he'll go through with it.]
It stayed nice.
[He lifts one fingers towards the sky, shifting to lean further back against the bench and fold one leg underneath him. It's the beginning of maybe a half-hour of fidgeting before he absolutely has to get up, but he's prepared to have a nice quiet time with Wanda just sitting here and talking casually, something he's sure she wishes he'd make an effort to do more often.]
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[Anytime they'd seen her even as children, Vasili's mother had a book on hand - while she watched her son at the park, while standing in line at the supermarket, a thin paperback sticking out of one pocket or another as she carried a basket of clothes down the street, ready to spend the afternoon reading at the laundromat. Pietro has only recently started to appreciate books, even if it's mostly for killing time and mild entertainment value. He'd never had the attention span for them before, and preferred television despite Wanda's sitcom obsession, and music. Now those are worse - plodding and droning on for him, music sounds weird and it's just noise. He's consequently read more books since HYDRA than he probably had in his entire life previously. Taking another jam-filled donut from the bag, he finally sets it down between them where Wanda can grab a second one herself if she ever gets around to actually finishing the first.]
I will...
[He says it like it's going to be a sacrifice, but he'll go through with it.]
It stayed nice.
[He lifts one fingers towards the sky, shifting to lean further back against the bench and fold one leg underneath him. It's the beginning of maybe a half-hour of fidgeting before he absolutely has to get up, but he's prepared to have a nice quiet time with Wanda just sitting here and talking casually, something he's sure she wishes he'd make an effort to do more often.]