( unsurprisingly, it takes little to wake pietro up from his hangover. he speeds his way through the shower and getting changed, and the cup of tea that she had been preparing for him is gone from her hands and is, instead, in front of him as he sits at the counter. wanda pouts momentarily, minding now her own cup of tea, before moving to sit next to her brother. )

I think you think I'm upset at you.

( the dainty spoon ricochets inside the ceramic cup, until wanda pulls it out and sets it aside.

wanda is many things regarding pietro, but she could never truly be upset at him. there are circumstances that are out of their control here. is she a bit embarrassed that he likes wearing ridiculously vain clothes with his name on it? yes. is she disappointed that he's put a shot of rum in his cup of tea? of course.

but they're not children anymore, and pietro doesn't have to confess to anyone about the times he locked her up in cupboards, copied her homework, and cut the hair off her doll. he is his own man, and wanda leads her own life, separately but parallel from his. )

I have all day to spend it with you. ( she says, turning her head to him, and raising her hand to fix the curls of damp hair that fall heavily over his eyes. ) I promise I won't be a nag about what you've been up to.

( because, truth be told, it's been a while since wanda has gotten to be around her brother. she misses him; yearns to normalize the closeness they had before coming to america.

she hopes he never leaves her behind.

bringing her cup of tea close to her lips, she adds, before taking a sip to hide her vulnerabilities. )

I miss you.