[It's difficult for Pietro to stand by his conviction that Wanda would never hurt him when she's looking at him like that. Her eyes reflect anger he doesn't want directed at him, and he knows very well at this point that he'd overstepped with that impulsive notion solely meant to provoke, but not this much. He makes sure there are obstacles in between them as he backs across the room - the bed, some of his shoes, whatever else he'd left on floor over the last couple of days. He contemplates quickly moving the dresser too and his fingers twitch with the urge to slide it over and hide behind it. He doesn't break eye contact, because he'll look at her hands and he doesn't want to know if there are red tendrils floating up from her fingers.
Still, Pietro if nothing is not extremely aggravating at the worst of times, and he can's stop himself from scoffing like she's overreacting, crossing his arms casually despite being completely on edge, and shaking his head dismissively.]
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Still, Pietro if nothing is not extremely aggravating at the worst of times, and he can's stop himself from scoffing like she's overreacting, crossing his arms casually despite being completely on edge, and shaking his head dismissively.]
You caught it.
[Everything is justified by the ends.]