It had been traumatic, to say the least, to more or less come back from the dead. For one thing, it hadn't been something Pietro had signed up for. For another, there was actually a momentary flash of guilt in his heart for not 'walking it off' as the Captain had insisted. For a third, he had failed his sister and that was entirely his own fault and he still hated himself for that fact.

The first few days had been a testy thing, in the long run, of Pietro trying to find his footing in the new truths of his life and not always succeeding. But time, and freedom like he hadn't known in the very small fragment of days between 'escaped Hydra' and 'died from Ultron'. Adjustments were made in small steps, and he had finally adjusted to his new way of being.

The running, of course, helped. Running that he came in from and flopped down on the couch rather than taking a shower.

"Very much. I saw some deer. The baby was very cute and had spots on it."

Don't worry, he didn't pet the deer.