Somehow I’m not that surprised. Did you save any food from the ravenous Wallysaurus Rex down there?
*Leaning up he presses a kiss at his partner’s cheek and rests a hand at the small of the man’s back*
Made more than enough this time, don’t worry. Though I think making lamb-chops as well this time was a great idea. Haven’t heard a peep out of Kiden since he grabbed a plate.
<Slips an arm around Pietro’s shoulders, smiling.>
Hm. Good to know we won’t run out at the very least.
*At the mention of Kiden he breathes out a quiet sigh and rubs at Steve’s back gently*
Not much to do there, Steve, you know that. I mean, hell, it’s not easy remembering that kind of thing much less when it isn’t instantaneous.
thesilvermaximoff replied to your post: thesilvermaximoff replied to your post: Hm. Lazy…
…Oh? *smirks*Wally and I were just talking about you, you know.
Somehow I’m not that surprised. Did you save any food from the ravenous Wallysaurus Rex down there?
*Leaning up he presses a kiss at his partner’s cheek and rests a hand at the small of the man’s back*
Hurry? Have you forgotten what I am? How quickly things seem to pass through your mind.
You cannot promise me safety from yourself, has the past taught you nothing?!
You might note the sarcasm, for future reference.
The past has taught me everything, boy. As I recall, that was most of the initial problem. What on Earth has brought this up?
No reference needed, I’ll learn simply not to take every word to heart as I should have done so in the first place.
*Jaw grit, a quiet scoff leaves him and he turns away* If your curiosity troubles you so, why not ask your younge doppelgänger. I’m certain he has the answers you seek.
emeraldmage replied to your post: I have a reason for not liking you.
-crosses his arms- I can insult you and be a venomous brat if I choose to be. You Pietros are good for nothing psychopaths. One of you killed my mother so I am allowed to hate any version of you.
Spoken like a true child, bravo.
Care for a cookie while you’re at it?
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captainsteverogers replied to your post: /quietly approaches and slips his hand into Pietro’s.
/gently, Steve pries that hand of Pietro’s away from his tear-dampened face. Instead, Steve kisses those smooth cheeks with high cheekbones, holding Pietro close, protectively.
You are loved, Pietro. You are loved.
No.
*He struggles briefly because he remembers the sharp sting at his cheek, the conflict of emotion that gripped him with suffocating anger and anguish. A part of him wants to apologize but he knows he never will. So the tears fall and he breathes out that word like a silent mantra over and over, knowing he would never deserve any of this, that the younger Magneto had been right.
He was no better than his own Father.
Soon though the cracks widen and his fingers are twisting in the fabric of Steve’s shirt, holding him tightly as he bows his head and his shoulders tremble.*
…I don’t…d-don’t deserve it…I’m just like him…
