wanda maximoff.

Pietro rolled his eyes in return, having forgotten the ins and outs of Wanda’s story. He’d hardly cared for the details at the time, instead consumed by his irritation that she wanted alone time in the first place. “‘Tinsel’? Are you even hearing yourself, phen?” He scoffed, moving quickly to tug at some of the loose plastic placed vicariously across the branches, uncaring that he’d just unravelled a line of it. “How is putting zhis shit in a tree helping anybody? If anyzhing, it is hindering. I am blind just looking at it.” Pietro shook his head in distaste, fuelled by his twin’s equal annoyance. “No point to a tree if zhere is nozhing underneath it.”

“At least I am trying,” Wanda rebutted, throwing a bauble on the floor in frustration as she watched Pietro undo her decorating. Luckily, it didn’t break. “Termină! I do not care what you z'hink. Z'his tree is not for you.” A moment later, her hand glowed a familiar shade of scarlet, and she raised the tinsel Pietro had just disbanded, using her abilities to place it where it was originally was. “Christmas is not about z'he presents. But even if it was, what am I supposed to do about z'hat, hm? Steal some?” Despite her snapping back, Pietro had clearly hurt her feelings, and Wanda pressed her lips together as she glanced at the space underneath the tree, avoiding her brother’s eyeline. “I have a lot to make up for. I know z'his isn’t enough, and you z'hink it’s pointless, but for now, z'his is all I can offer. Z'his is important to me, Pietro. So if you’re not going to help, you should leave.”

His sister had mentioned she was going out for a while to help someone, but had failed to mention the what, and after a few hours alone, Pietro grew restless. It didn’t take him long to find her, and once he had, he raised his eyebrows, both at the question, and the gigantic tree she was decorating. He didn’t want to cause her offense, but he was hardly impressed with her choice of activity. “So diavolo keres tu? Zhis is why you have been gone?”

Wanda was unsure as to how long she’d actually been gone, but considering Pietro had come to check in on her, she suspected it was longer than she’d intended. But decorating took time, and precision, and she wanted to get it right first time. It was the least she could do in apology, and the effort she put in mattered. “I told you I was helping Caroline, Pietro. Z'his is helping.” She rolled her eyes, stepping back from the tree to judge it for herself. It certainly looked festive, maybe too much. “I z'hink I should’ve used ribbon instead of… what did she call it? Tinsel.”