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Amity wasn’t exactly sure what kind of response she’d been expecting from Pietro, but it certainly hadn’t been that. 

But that was a good thing, because it definitely distracted her from the rather dark path her mind had previously been on... 

              [text] I think is many things involved, but yes, mostly your fault.

   He’s still got enough spring in his step to slow to a forced jog, backwards, to avoid leaving Tony in the dust.

   “I am running many many miles for this whole time– you are at, is what, two? How many breaks you are taking? Twenty?”

    “ good for you. keep this up and you can        set up your own little foundation for uh--        deported speedster kids or whatever. 

While she wouldn’t say history was her best subject, it was one that would capture her attention the most. Whether from hearing it being discussed in class or talked and analyzed in documentaries. She took to heart the saying ‘Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it’, as it had some clear examples of that in the past.

The bread was baking, ready to be eaten once the timer rang, giving her time to wash her hands and sit back to continue reading a book she was lent. Anne Frank was one of those people who shows you how she had lived, letting Alba ease into her shoes of a life in hiding that unfortunately will end in vain.

At hearing that her mumbles were heard, she blinked before she felt her cheeks redden a bit at disrupting the silence.

Wanda pressed a glass of water into Pietro’s hands. “Drink,” she told him--more of gentle command than anything else. “It is as cold as I could get it.” 

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