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[ She scrunches up her nose and makes a face at him as he claims her plate. Grateful that she doesn't have to steal it from right out beneath his nose, she tugs it closer to her in case he has any ideas. He has long arms and he's quick, but she thinks she can defeat him when needed. ]

I eat.

[ Not as much as him, granted. His stomach is a bottomless pit, something she thinks the sceptre had taken into account before he had become faster than a bullet.

She picks up her knife and fork and slices into her egg to make the yolk spill. Tearing into her toast, she dips it and smiles happily. ]

I could eat you beneath the table, but I don't to spare your feelings. I'm quite nice.

[ She considers closing her legs, but Wanda parts them and extends her leg to try and touch his other one. If she responds, he'll win this game—and Wanda doesn't want him to win this particular one. ]

[He snorts, trying to imagine Wanda even attempting to eat the amount of food he does in a day.]

You never did like to show off.

[Not nearly as much as Pietro does, not in the same way, Wanda's theatrics of a far less boisterous and self-important nature. She's issuing some kind of challenge with that drag of her foot over his calf, and he doesn't react for more than a split-second, one small twitch, then continuing on with what he'd started, determined to make her break first.]

There's no room for me to when you show off all the time.

[ She smiles at him, not dropping her gaze to beneath the table. It's no secret that Wanda likes to hide behind Pietro. He's twelve minutes older and taller, and he'd been who she had hid behind when Stark's bomb kept beeping when her television had finally lost power. It's safe in his shadow, but it's also safe being in the wide open in front of him.

When he doesn't react to her foot, she applies a little more pressure as she slides her toes up his lower leg and presses her foot against his knee. Wanda eats her toast, pretending that she's not trying to make him fidget in his seat. ]

[Pietro curls his toes and presses his foot harder against the floor, trying to keep his leg still when Wanda hits one spot at his knee - it's barely any pressure, but it makes him want to jerk his leg back in reflex. He slides his way further up her leg too in retaliation, only reaching higher has his knee hitting the table from the underside. The soft thudding noise goes ignored as Pietro pretends they're doing nothing here but eating.]

Why do you do that? It's disgusting.

[He waves his hand disapprovingly at Wanda dipping her toast in the egg yolk. He's been eating pieces of toast with egg together and it's exactly the same thing, but there's no acknowledgement of it. Starting any sort of argument or complaint is just a distraction for himself.]

[ Wanda smiles and withholds her amused snort. Two can play at this game of pretend, perhaps her better than him considering all the play pretend she has under her belt. ]

Because you don't like it.

[ And she makes it a point to push her next small piece of toast into the egg yolk and eat it with a wide smile. If it's so disgusting, why does it taste so good and why are you eating it the same way? ]

Mm. Deliciously disgusting.

[ Wanda wishes to see him hit his knee again. She pushes her foot past his knee and along his upper thigh, applying some more pressure. Just in case he can't feel it. ]

You are a child.

[He sighs in exasperation after she's admitted she does it solely because she thinks it annoys him, and he admonishes her with that as if he isn't equally as juvenile when it comes to their pointless sniping. Pietro shifts in his chair when her foot reaches his thigh, bringing his other leg back to trap hers between his.]

If you keep this up, you know we're not getting to the park.

[He started it.]

[ You started it, bro.

But Wanda doesn't say as much, fearing that if she does, he'll clam shut and not let her have her fun without an audience. It's so much more fun to tease him when Olga and Alina and all of his friends aren't around. Less time for her to grow quietly sulky and flustered. ]

We will go later.

[ Wanda doesn't look away from him, allowing herself to smile slowly. She wiggles her foot between his, wanting to push further up his thigh to her desired destination. ]

We have all day, Pietro. It is only morning.

[He slides lower in his chair, bringing her foot all that closer, letting go of any subtlety. Though he keeps up a modicum of pretense, not breaking eye contact either and pushing bits of egg around on his plate as if enjoying a leisurely breakfast.]

The park is better in the afternoon.

[Pietro makes it sound like a begrudging concession, but he'd rather stay home too. At least for a while.]

[ She merely hums her agreement.

She rips her toast again and dips what she can into her yolk while watching him. He moves and her foot slides further up his thigh, and Wanda can easily read between the lines of his words without having to skim the surface of his mind.

She extends her foot until her toes brush against his crotch. She doesn't pull back, but keeps the pressure there, wondering if Pietro will shift back or snap or decide that while the park is best enjoyed in the afternoon, errands can be done in the morning. ]

[His thigh twitches and he squirms slightly, but he doesn't pull away from her foot or slide ahead any further. The only other sign of it getting to him is how tightly he clutches his fork and the fact that he's stopped moving it.]

There are things to be done here this morning...

[Not really, and if there were, Pietro could clean the entire apartment in two minutes. The "we have chores to do" ploy is completely nonsensical for him to use. His gaze drifts over to the sun-catcher.]

And you need to find somewhere to hang that before it gets broken. I think maybe the bedroom.

[ he's so still. ]

In a minute. I'm not finished yet.

[ wanda doesn't glance at the sun catcher, keeping her gaze focused on him. she has half a mind to withdraw her foot now and ensure that the sun catcher is safely tucked away, but she knows nothing will harm it. even if it was to fall, her sheer willpower will keep it in one piece.

besides, she's still eating—and wanda wants to ensure she eats the breakfast he had been so kind enough to cook on their shared birthday. she ensures to make a show of taking her time dipping her toast in what's left of the yolk and eats it, pushing her toes more firmly against his crotch. ]

[Pietro manages to deal with it for all of fifteen seconds before giving in and pressing back against her foot. He'd started this and he would like to finish it.]

Oh, come on. It can't take you an hour to eat a piece of toast.

[He taps his thumb rapidly against the table and sighs restlessly like they really have been sitting here for an hour and not under ten minutes.]

Do you want me to try?

[ Wanda doesn't hold back her chuckle, although she's not quite sure if it's in amusement from his spoken exasperation or the fact that he's finally given in and pushed back against her foot. She applies pressure, careful not to hurt him, and continues to eat her toast until she purposefully leaves the crusts and the egg on her plate. Although it's tempting to spend an hour eating her breakfast, she knows Pietro won't sit for that long—and she doesn't wish to waste this day like that.

She sighs long and loud. ]

I think we should find somewhere to hang the sun catcher now.

[ She emphasises that with a press of her foot. ]

[He can't help himself from continuing to moving his hips just a little, rubbing against the pressure of her foot while Wanda finishes all she's going to eat of her breakfast.]

Yes.

[Pietro's agreement is immediate and too-loud the moment she's done speaking and her foot pokes harder against him. Despite how good that feels, he moves in a hurry - pulling out his chair, leaning over the table to grab the crusts of Wanda's toast, gathering the leftover egg between them, and shoving it all in his mouth at once. He snatches the sun-catcher too, only to toss is casually back at Wanda from half-way across the room as he heads for the bedroom. It's fine, he's prepared to run back and catch it himself if she misses, but he has to keep her on her toes.]

[ Wanda laughs, but her laughter's short-lived when he throws her most prized possession carelessly at her.

Thankfully, she catches it gently, relying on her powers to ensure it isn't harmed. She quickly assesses it to ensure there are no cracks, and when she spots none, she's lighter with relief. ]

Pietro!

[ She could kill him for that!

Gently gripping the sun catcher, she storms after him, red-hot anger making her skin burn. She moves quicker than she has before, almost as though she's absorbed some of his speed so she can ensure she catches him. ]

You could have broken it!

[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.]

You caught it.

[Everything is justified by the ends.]

[ She purses her lips angrily. That's beside the point! ]

You threw it!

[ Wanda's not the best catcher by any means, her reflexes often slow unless in a situation that requires it. Sometimes she thinks she's slow because she knows Pietro will have her back. He's always there, always looking after her, always so much quicker.

But sometimes he can be so slow. Him not realising how much the sun catcher means to her is another example of how he sometimes moves as slow as a sloth is rumoured to.

Her fingers remain like normal fingers, lacking any red tendrils weaving between them. As angry as she can be, she never directs it toward Pietro. She prefers to petulantly ignore him and huff around the house instead. That's effective most of the time.

So, she does it now, glaring at him for one moment longer before turning her gaze away and walking toward the window. She holds the sun catcher up and eyes it, letting it spin gently to see how it might catch the afternoon light. Unhappy with where she's holding it, she turns slightly to her right and scrutinises that. It deserves the best spot in the room. ]

[It's only after she turns away that Pietro allows himself to outwardly appear anywhere near contrite, and he doesn't apologise. He should, but it wouldn't help, not when he doesn't understand the gravity of things when it comes to Wanda's reactions sometimes. It will click, belatedly, probably the next time he looks at the family photo he's held onto forever, but then it will be too late to bring it back up and properly atone for his mishandling of a new keepsake. It will go ignored and smoothed over, much like any previous insensitive actions on his part. He busies himself picking up his shoes and stray clothes, watching Wanda at the window deciding on where to string up the sun-catcher. Pietro waits as long as he can stand it, which is two minutes and three seconds, before stepping up behind her.]

It looks good there.

[His voice is quieter, but still doesn't hold enough softness in it, and he thinks those words might come across as merely a less demanding version of "just hang it up already," so he tries to fix that.]

If you... like it there.

Does it?

[ While Wanda still feels irritation at him for his carelessness, she doesn't hold onto it. It's impossible to. She's the softer one out of the two of them, the one who's often slow but can be quick to anger and quicker at letting things go, especially when it comes to Pietro. He's never malicious, never intentionally, and that's something Wanda often holds onto.

She smiles at the sun catcher before she nods. ] It'll go here.

[ Gently, she places it down on the nearest surface, making sure it's out of the sun so it doesn't fade too quickly and away from the edges so nothing topples onto it or causes it to leap to its death on the floor. They can hang it up later once she's found some sturdy string (the first type of string they find will never be good enough for Wanda) and ensure the breeze from the window won't knock it over.

She clears her throat before she steps away from him and opens the set of drawers where she keeps some of her clothes. ]

I need to get dressed for the park. [ Even though they had chosen to go in the afternoon, Wanda thinks this is the best way to move forward. But not before she turns to Pietro and regards him with a cocked brow. ] That is what you are wearing?

[ What he's wearing is perfectly fine, but Pietro doesn't need to know that right now. ]

[Pietro makes an agreeable noise at first, shifting the topic back to going out is a good move. Then he needs to act indignant at Wanda's comment, looking down at himself and spreading his arms out in annoyance. A routine thing he can fall into and get rid of the lingering awkwardness.]

What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me like this?

[While he doesn't exactly dress 'nice' at any time, he does take some semblance of care with things that don't clash and that fit properly. But his worn track pants and slightly baggy sweatshirt could be deemed somewhat sloppy, if he squinted, and now he's going to be self-conscious about it and she knows it, when he was completely fine with it less than a minute ago and this started as feigned offense.]

Yes.

[ She tilts her head upward as she peers up at him rather haughtily. Yes, there's a problem. Those are the clothes he wears when he's comfortable… and she knows that the girls and boys are going to like him in them, anyway. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything at all… but if she hadn't, he'd still be awkward and she'd still be even more awkward than before. ]

Why do you want to wear that sweatshirt? You could get it dirty. [ She gestures to it and drops her gaze to scrutinise it. ] You wear it around the house, not outside.

[ Mostly around the apartment. She knows he's worn it a few times outside when it's been laundry day or they've run very low on clean clothes, but that doesn't fit her story right now. ]

It's not like I am going out to play in the dirt.

[He dismisses that concern as if Wanda's a nagging mother, rolling his eyes, but he does take the sweatshirt off almost immediately, dropping it on the bed and going for the closet to pull out a jacket that is much more fitted with some eye-catching colourful details. Pietro smirks to himself while he nonchalantly questions her as she's still standing by the chest of drawers.]

Toss me those black pants in the bottom drawer, will you?

[She knows which ones - very tight and kind of uncomfortable, but they will draw far more attention, especially when he wears brightly coloured shoes with them, and he is absolutely going to.]

[ She does not like this at all.

Reluctantly, she turns to the drawers and opens them, first going through her clothes to find another pair of pants—the plaid red and white ones she never wears but Mischa had gotten for her as a gift—and a black shirt before she even thinks of opening his drawers to find his stupid black pants. She fishes them out and pegs them at him only because she suspects that they still haven't gotten any more comfortable despite the few times he's worn them. ]

Now you can play in the dirt and no one will know.

[ Wanda begins to shed herself of her makeshift pyjamas, changing her underwear and putting on a bra. And if it's one of her so-called best bras, well, the black just goes with the plain black shirt she wishes to wear. And it's her birthday. She can wear her best bra if she likes!

And she supposes it's his birthday, which means he can wear his stupid tight black pants that are very uncomfortable if he likes. ]

[It doesn't escape his notice that Wanda chooses things she rarely wears, and Pietro knows she's likely going for the same attempt at drawing attention to herself as he is, and for the same reasons. Reasons that neither of them will acknowledge. He catches the pants easily and turns his back while he changes, not being quick about it.]

Maybe I will get a little dirty.

[He says that loud enough for her to hear clearly, but still makes it sound like he's only muttering it to himself and oblivious to the innuendo in it. He's just as obvious about 'sneaking' a look while she puts on her bra, tugging at his pants where they're difficult to pull over his thighs. He has regrets, and immediately wants to take them off the moment he has the buttons fastened.]

[ The best thing about Pietro opting for those pants is that he's going to be stuck in them for however long they're out of the apartment—and Wanda intends for them to be out for a long, long time. She smiles to herself as she tugs her pants on and throws her shirt over her head, leaving her hair tucked beneath the collar as she turns around to see Pietro in those stupid pants.

They do make his legs look very nice. ]

Are you planning to play in the dirt? [ She cocks her brow. It's easier to take his words at face value and at their most innocent. It'll either frustrate him or he'll enjoy it too much. ]

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