Hey bro I was here because I like looking at/comparing myself to other Pietros so anyway happy birthday from one Pietro to another
( not answering this super late bc i was sleeping off drunkness for a long time ) no need to cause this just proves you’re hella rad. thanks, love!
BRO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
AYE YOU’RE A CUTIE! THANK YOU SO MUCH! x
friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you.
– and that’s all we’ll ever need.
I’m 100% cool with characters dying. But I don’t think Quicksilver needed to die. It was too soon.
“You’re still thinking about them, aren’t you?”
Her brother’s ‘little picture’ was one they both shared. The memory had left a hole in her heart as much as it had in his. And now, after having been given an opportunity to finally have a chance for revenge against the man who’d hurt them, Wanda doubted she was the only one looking at it.
‷ everyday. ‴
HANDS are held together tightly, thumbs pressing against each other as the memories replay in his mind. all these years they had dreamed of exacting their revenge, but the bigger picture was beginning to get the best of pietro. they couldn’t let ultron DESTROY their country- their home.
‷ i don’t want to fight alongside stark, but the avengers are the only chance we have at saving sokovia. ‴
omg all these duo promos and i’m sitting here like i want a bestie to do that with lol.
when someone says there is no way they can bring Pietro Maximoff back
“If you step out that door, you’re an Avenger.”
❝That’s RUDE.❞ But she can’t help the SMIRK that graces her features, shaking her head as she lets the LIE slide… for now. She wouldn’t push it & knew that he understood her… concern. She was walking away, ready to DISMISS him for the day when he spoke. She peers over her shoulder, her expression pensive as she turns to face him.
❝You know, I heard the good Cap needs a challenge on the TRACK. Think you’d be up to take him on a few laps?❞
‷ ah, but it is funny. ‴
SMIRK is mirrored as the ENHANCED begins to pack up. sneakers are practically worn down to the sole- --he’d have to speak with ꜱ.ʜ.ɪ.ᴇ.ʟ.ᴅ’s science wing, rubber soles just weren’t cutting it. at the suggestion, pietro redirects his attention to natasha once again, an all too confident demeanour present.
‷ you know, i would run LAPS around the old man. he wouldn’t be able keep up- --proved that already in sokovia. it would be a...sad sight.‴
❛ pietro, you can hardly stand. Just wait here for me, I beg you. ❜
Her gaze remains ever earnest, doting and affectionate, warm. It doesn’t mask worry, instead it almost COMPLIMENTS it. Her tone is both soft and stern, as though she were the older twin. Defensive. She raises a hand to his cheek, attempts to settle him back in the place she’s left him. A tender kiss to his forehead.
❛ I’ll be back for you, I promise. Just stay here. ❜
CHEST sears with crushing pain. he’d overdone it-- -pushed too far & now he had rendered himself useless on the battlefield. unable to protect his twin; the realization is enough to rival the pain of his injury. a hit that caused instant bruising & left him breathless. what good were lungs that could barely inflate to a runner? he should’ve been more careful.
‷ wanda, don’t leave. please- --i cannot follow you. ‴
EVERYTHING in him yearns to fight, but his body will not allow it. muscles comply as the other helps him into a secluded area of shelter- only a wince or two bypassing his vehement exterior. part of him knows she can handle herself, yet a hand covers hers before she can draw away.
‷ i will NEVER forgive myself if something happens to you. ‴
