( it incredibly is a big deal, but matt plays it all off with the bravado of a kid brought up in new york with all the odds against him; it reminds wanda of the many times he would come back from his 'outings' with an old man he called 'stick', all bruised and hesitant to tell her what he had been up to. but she had noticed, being that scrawny kid and bulking up, seeming a little more confident in his movements. even pietro had made a comment about it, teasing matt, despite him being a year older than the twins.
when he tries to sit up, wanda fusses, because he's clearly struggling to move. she sits back herself, placing a hand around his back to help prop him up.
and she has every right to berate him, to question every word he has told her so far, add the inconsistency of the fact that he came in through her kitchen window—all that, despite the fact that she's pretty certain all he has is an address, but no clear certainty of where she lives in, because he's never taken her up on the offer to come over to show him the place, 'busy' as he's been.
but she can't stay angry, not right now, not when he says he's sorry, that he didn't know where else to go. )
Idiot.
( she says, softly, half-fondly, because—being an orphan herself—wanda knows better than anyone what it's like to feel like you have no one to go to, nowhere to feel really safe. he'd promised her, a few days after pietro was gone, that he'd always be there for her; that they had each other. it might just have been something to make her feel better in the moment, but matt—matty—didn't once break that promise, until him leaving for university made it more difficult to keep.
of course she'd be there for him, too, when all else failed.
wanda now manoeuvres herself to put one of his arms around her shoulders, to try and lift him up to stand. he'll hopefully be able to feel that the counter is close enough for him to grab onto. )
I'm taking you to the bathroom. You're dripping wet. ( —she doesn't think he's gotten hurt in any significant way with a weapon, despite the blood she sees on him— ) You can wash off the blood and keep pretending it's not a big deal.
( he can pretend that she'll drop it if he does— )
I won't say thank you for not breaking my window.
( she probably should get a working lock for it. wanda measures matt's movements, to see if he's ready to walk with her out the kitchen and down the hall. )
no subject
when he tries to sit up, wanda fusses, because he's clearly struggling to move. she sits back herself, placing a hand around his back to help prop him up.
and she has every right to berate him, to question every word he has told her so far, add the inconsistency of the fact that he came in through her kitchen window—all that, despite the fact that she's pretty certain all he has is an address, but no clear certainty of where she lives in, because he's never taken her up on the offer to come over to show him the place, 'busy' as he's been.
but she can't stay angry, not right now, not when he says he's sorry, that he didn't know where else to go. )
Idiot.
( she says, softly, half-fondly, because—being an orphan herself—wanda knows better than anyone what it's like to feel like you have no one to go to, nowhere to feel really safe. he'd promised her, a few days after pietro was gone, that he'd always be there for her; that they had each other. it might just have been something to make her feel better in the moment, but matt—matty—didn't once break that promise, until him leaving for university made it more difficult to keep.
of course she'd be there for him, too, when all else failed.
wanda now manoeuvres herself to put one of his arms around her shoulders, to try and lift him up to stand. he'll hopefully be able to feel that the counter is close enough for him to grab onto. )
I'm taking you to the bathroom. You're dripping wet. ( —she doesn't think he's gotten hurt in any significant way with a weapon, despite the blood she sees on him— ) You can wash off the blood and keep pretending it's not a big deal.
( he can pretend that she'll drop it if he does— )
I won't say thank you for not breaking my window.
( she probably should get a working lock for it. wanda measures matt's movements, to see if he's ready to walk with her out the kitchen and down the hall. )