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[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. ]

[He shrugs, turning to sit on the bed and put on his shoes. If she wants to go this route, he'll continue it.]

If I run into some... friends to join me.

[Pietro will leave it up to Wanda to decide what he means by that pause before 'friends'.]

I'm very open to possibilities today, it is my birthday. Anything could happen, you know? But I know you like to stay clean. I'm sure you could find something to do by yourself.

[ She really wants to shove him.

Wanda pivots and finds her own shoes, a pair of black boots that she'd much prefer were flats, but given the state of Sokovia and the park, the boots are safer to wear. If there's anything sharp and jagged, the boots' thick sole will at least protect her from it. And if they have to run…

She doesn't think there will be any need for running from anything unless it's a simple game of chase. ]

I hope Dimitri is there. [ She says it as innocently as she can muster as she ties up her shoes. ] I don't think he is busy today. Maybe he will want to sit with me and be clean while you go play in the dirt with your friends.

[ She's totally fine. Ross Geller fine. He can have friends. She's fine. ]

[Pietro stands quickly after he's tied his sneakers, almost in a huff that he catches himself on a little too late. He slips his jacket on, and looks at Wanda like her meeting up with Dimitri is no big deal should it happen.]

Of course. I want you to enjoy yourself on your birthday.

[He leaves the bedroom, calling over his shoulder.]

I did hear Dimitri's been looking to contribute to a charitable cause. Exciting to think he might choose you, isn't it?

[ Her bad mood returns to her so easily. Gritting her teeth, she finishes tying her shoes and leaves the room in a huff, determined to ignore Pietro until he's blue in the face.

Not that it'd matter. Going to the park means people will talk to him while she sits by herself and watches him laugh and have a good time and enjoy himself. Despite how angry she is at him, she wants him to have a good day, even if it doesn't include her. ]

We are going.

[ She closes the kitchen window and marches toward the front door. She doesn't bother with a jacket. Sitting in the park will warm her up… and maybe if she is cold, someone will be charitable enough to deem her worthy of having their jacket.

She opens the front door and crosses her arms against her chest as she glares at him and waits. ]

[He smiles to himself as she gets flustered and storms across the kitchen, standing there in the doorway and radiating just enough ire to please him. Pietro takes his time getting there, bringing their breakfast dishes from the table to the sink and making sure they clatter a bit and the sound carries out through the open door.]

I'm coming, I'm coming!

[He slips past Wanda out into the hallway just as one of the neighbours' doors opens - an elderly lady with a large upholstered bag trying to juggle that and a heavy circular tray of something covered in foil, fumbling with her key. Davida looks a bit frazzled as usual, grey hair escaping her brightly-patterned kerchief in limp curls as she mutters to herself about having so much to do and no time.]

Always in such a hurry, Wanda!

[Pietro's sure to sound disapproving and grumbling, like this is a routine complaint for him and he's tried of making it, as he raises an eyebrow at Davida and silently offers to take something. He turns back to Wanda as the old woman gratefully passes over the tray.]

I'm sorry, is this going to cut into your schedule, or can we think of other people for once?

[He only feels the smallest prick of remorse for making such a scene and painting Wanda as an impatient shrew just because the opportunity arose. Later, he'll experience more guilt about it and not be able to look Davida in the eye for a few days after using that poor woman as a pawn in his obnoxious bullshit.]

[ She grits her teeth and glares at Pietro for a long moment. Wanda does her best to relax her mouth and smiles at Davida, ignoring her brother. She doesn't trust herself to look at him without opening her mouth and snapping at him.

He always finds the most opportune moments to embarrass her. Wanda's always struggled to grasp them and thieve them away from him, but he's too quick-witted and sees things before she does.

She ignores her furious blush. Davida is a woman who tends to keep to herself, but she appreciates the help when it's offered to her and values kindness and generosity over the way Pietro's intending to paint her.

Wanda approaches her, clasping her hands together in her own fit of nervousness. ]

Are you going to the store today? Maybe I can go for you. [ She smiles at her kindly, not glancing at Pietro as she shrugs a touch helplessly. ] Pietro is busy later. [ She chuckles and shakes her head. ] So many plans. I am surprised he has time to stop with his very busy schedule.

[ She'll never be as good as him, but Wanda knows practice makes perfect. It's what her sitcoms always said. ]

[That glare penetrates deeply, and it's only then that Pietro gives any thought to how many shitty things he's done just this morning. He didn't need to embarrass Wanda like this for absolutely no reason but to rile her. So he holds his tongue and stares at the worn hallway carpet while she talks to Davida, readjusting his grip on the tray and trying not to tap his foot impatiently just because he's uncomfortable.

Davida doesn't seem to take much stock in anything they may have been arguing about, giving Wanda a thankful smile and taking her up on her offer to get a few items from the store for later. After she's locked her door and put her keys securely in her tattered bag, she politely excuses herself and takes the tray back from Pietro without a word to him, shaking her head as she makes her way down the hallway, clearly done with their shenanigans but too sweet to comment on them.]

... Sorry.

[It's reluctant and dismissive muttering, but Wanda deserves one apology on her birthday, even if it's awkward.]

[ Wanda watches Davida walk away before she even thinks of walking. She wants to look at Pietro and shake her head, but she decides the cold shoulder is better than giving him anything else. After all, she doesn't wish for them to be any later than they already are. It's petulant and unfair, especially given the day, but she only wishes to match him.

With her head held high, she marches down the hallway and doesn't look back to see if Pietro is following. She imagines he is. He always does. Besides, they agreed to go to the park and that is where they will go.

She does spare a glance when she takes the corner. ]

We are going to be late for your plans.

[ His very busy plans where he can spend his time flirting while she doesn't have to witness it. Davida's unknowingly given her a birthday gift. ]

Everyone's waiting for you.

[Wanda knows exactly what gets to him the most, and that's being ignored completely. It's especially irksome for her to do it after he issued a rare, if kind of insincere, apology. Pietro trails behind her down the hallway, never catching up or running ahead, waiting for Wanda to say something or acknowledge him, all the while berating himself for how pathetic it is to do so. He stops immediately when she does look at him briefly, as if he wasn't even expecting that much.]

I could continue with my plans...

[Very vaguely defined plans that aren't looking as inviting now as doing Davida's shopping, for reasons Pietro isn't going to think too hard on.]

Or help you at the store. You know you can't reach the high shelves and you have to ask someone to help. It's a hassle.

[ Wanda rolls her eyes and does her best to withhold her smile. She doesn't want him to see it. Instead, she feigns a look of exasperation when she glances at him again as though his mere presence is bothersome now. ]

I can ask for help, Pietro. There are many tall people at the store.

[ Luckily for them, the Stark bombs hadn't wiped out the entire staff of the small supermarket that remains standing and thriving. It's almost as if Stark wishes to see the Sokovian residents continue to feed themselves and live amongst all the shelling. ]

Besides, you are going to have fun with your friends at the park, no? They will want to wish you a happy birthday, maybe sing. The girls will.

[ And that makes Wanda feel sourer than she'd like to admit. Good thing she keeps her back to him as she makes her way to the stairs. She dislikes the elevator. ]

[He snorts, but doesn't argue the point, waving her off just a little as she turns to the stairs, like this is an amicable departure. It's similarly reflected in his conversational tone.]

Alright. It's your decision.

[Pietro hates the elevator too - it's slow even to a normal person, gets stuck between floors sometimes when the building's electric goes out intermittently, smells like piss - but he's taking it, just because Wanda isn't, pressing the button and already dreading the agonising wait for it to ascend to the fifth floor. He could be down on the street already in the time it took him to hit the stupid button.]

I might be late. If certain people are there. You know.

[ She watches him, hesitating at the door leading to the stairwell. She doesn't want to leave him to the elevator's whims. What if it gets stuck? No one will know he's in there, and he hates small, enclosed spaces where he can't escape from. ]

I know.

[ She doesn't mean to sound sad. Sometimes she wishes Pietro was less likeable, but then he wouldn't be Pietro.

She opens the stairwell door and lets it slam behind her as she makes her way down the flights of stairs. If Wanda hurries down as though she wishes to get to the ground floor first, well… no one could blame her. Being separated from Pietro, even when he's frustrating, prompts the anxious butterflies to swarm in her gut. She likes to know where he is at all times and it's impossible to know that when he's stuck between floors.

When she finally reaches the ground floor, Wanda doesn't try to pretend that she's not flustered and is in search of him and his stupid face. She may not be fast, but thankfully their building's elevator is slower than her most of the time. ]

[Pietro catches that shift in her tone, and wants to say something. Something that isn't unnecessarily cruel or provoking. But he doesn't, only glancing over when the door slams shut and Wanda's already vanished into the stairwell. The elevator comes finally and the moment he's inside and the doors close, he has a difficult time not panicking. It's a small elevator, he could swear there used to be more room in here... Why do they live on the fifth floor?... The whole thing shudders and stalls for fifteen seconds between the fourth and third floors and he spends every one of those seconds pacing and biting his nails... and when the elevator stops at the ground floor, Pietro runs out before the doors have completely opened, the moment he could squeeze through them. He knew Wanda would be there, she can't help herself, and he smirks while he stalks over to her and grabs her hand.]

Can't go anywhere by yourself, can you? Come on, get moving.

[Nevermind they were headed different places or that his hand is shaking too much. Neither of these things are being talked about. Pietro intends to drag Wanda to the park anyway, where he can expend the restless energy he'd built up in the elevator. They can shop for Davida later. Together.]

[ Wanda's surprised when he grabs her hand, but she doesn't tug her hand away from his to continue her fit of being very unhappy with him. Even being away from him for a handful of minutes had put her on edge. She just doesn't like the elevator, even if she knows the stairwell isn't any better. Some of their friends had died in a stairwell several streets away in their own building.

Gripping his hand tightly to try and stop it from shaking, Wanda furrows her brows as she tries to keep up with his hurried pace. This is Pietro being Pietro, but she thinks the elevator's left him rattled. ]

I have been waiting for you. [ For just a few seconds, if not close to a minute. Despite having run down the stairs, Wanda's still Wanda. She doesn't carry momentum the same way Pietro does.

She tries to step in front of him so she can push the building's door open. She squints against the bright sun and presses her other hand as a shield above her eyes as she tries to steer him toward the park. It'll be short-lived given his love for leading.

She looks up at the sky. It's clear with no smog of bomb smoke. Wanda can't help but smile. ] I think it will be a nice day today.

Exactly. You need me to guide you, I understand. It's a very complicated route to the park.

[Which is why as soon as she's started pulling him in the right direction, he takes that moment she watches the sky to dart ahead and make sure he stays a couple of paces in front, as far as he can while still holding her hand.]

We should get there while it's still nice!

[ So frustrating!

Wanda doesn't try to get in front of him, letting him drag her along (although she does her best to try and keep up with him; it's always hard, given he has longer legs and is just faster). She doesn't pull her hand from his despite considering it briefly. ]

It will be nice even if we get there later.

[ It's a silly hope, considering nothing is permanent in Sokovia, but Wanda likes to think optimistically. Glasses remain half full. For Pietro, she doesn't think they were ever full. ]

I can prove it. You go to the park, I'll go shopping, and then when I come to the park, it'll still be nice.

[It goes against his instincts to slow down, but he does, falling back into step with Wanda so she doesn't have to hurry any longer. Pietro loosens his grip on her hand, inviting her to pull away if she wants without being the one to fully break contact. Catching himself before he starts in on another argumentative tangent for the sake of it is rare, but he does actually want the rest of the day to turn out well. He's not going to protest, or dismiss everything she says, or continue into sharp remarks - even though he's itching to do every one of those things.]

Why don't you do that?

[It's an actual suggestion and bears no hint of sarcasm.]

I will meet you later. We can sit on the benches and watch people.

[Pietro will make fun of them, of course, but it's still something bordering on relaxing and just spending time with Wanda in a quieter way. He'll have burned off energy by then and be more likely to sit still for a prolonged amount of time.]

Bring me something good from the store.

[ That surprises her, although, Wanda's not entirely sure if it's a bad thing. She thinks Pietro will enjoy being around their friends by himself without her in his peripherals and she'll feel a lot better having gone to the store by herself for Davida.

But she still frowns… and quickly smoothes out her expression in case he thinks she's going to argue. The promise of watching people together is just that—a nice promise.

She stops. ]

I wonder if they have good hats. [ She hums thoughtfully. She's determined to get him a hat these days so he can shield his face and maybe stop luring people toward him. Some people need to be repelled; it's good for his confidence to be rejected. ]

I will see you, then. [ She lets go of his hand in what she feels is too jerky of a movement. ] Make sure you save the best bench. The one near the flowers is much nicer than the one near the entrance. But don't go for the one beneath the tree. The branches look like they are about to fall off.

[Wanda and her determination with hats. Pietro had meant food, but he doesn't say so, just rolls his eyes as she hums to herself, and never takes that bait. When she lets go, he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets to stop himself from reaching for her again. He shrugs, nodding towards the direction of the store. Go already, Wanda.]

I like the one by the entrance.

[But he'll be waiting where she specified, by the patch of flowers, stretching his legs across the seat so no one else joins him, incessantly tapping his fingers on the back of the bench.]

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