[ Wanda considers letting go of his foot and looking away from him, returning to ignoring him… but this is entirely too much fun. She hates that she can't stay mad at him—or, at least, ignore him. Pietro is a flame she constantly flutters to, but rather than being burned, he just… does this. Utter annoyance.
She glides her nails up and down his foot, from his heel to the tips of his toes. Up and down, uncaring if he moves or wriggles. This is his punishment for being exasperating for the day. ]
I can take my eyes off you, Pietro. See?
[ And she does just that, looking determinedly away from him. ]
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[ Wanda considers letting go of his foot and looking away from him, returning to ignoring him… but this is entirely too much fun. She hates that she can't stay mad at him—or, at least, ignore him. Pietro is a flame she constantly flutters to, but rather than being burned, he just… does this. Utter annoyance.
She glides her nails up and down his foot, from his heel to the tips of his toes. Up and down, uncaring if he moves or wriggles. This is his punishment for being exasperating for the day. ]
I can take my eyes off you, Pietro. See?
[ And she does just that, looking determinedly away from him. ]