So many cracks in my sidewalk [complete]

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Character(s): Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff (eventually silly British timezones) and anyone else.
Content: HO SNAP, dazed and maybe confused.
Setting: The Queen's Wineskin
Time: Sunday, evening :p
Warnings: Nope.

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So. He'd had a few things to sort out with living arrangements and stuff, which had taken him about ten seconds. It would have taken other people a bit longer, naturally, but Pietro was never the type to dally around when he didn't have to - particularly when Wanda had insisted that she go on a walk, and not wait, even though it didn't exactly take Pietro very long to get things sorted out.

No patience. Oi. Well, he supposed that was one thing they had in common.

He ran away from the boat, through the town, looking about for his sister. Oh, well, she wasn't there, so she'd naturally be in the place where she could potentially get the most trouble. As in, probably a back alley, or a shady area, or... a tavern. Of course. He caught sight of her through the (likely dirty) window, sighed once, and headed after her at a more sedate pace.

Alright, not that much more sedate. But quite slow for him, all things considered. He didn't want to barge in and have whatever idiot was undoubtedly harassing his sister know he was there before he

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Wanda was thinking, something she did alot. She had a lot of things that never happened in her head. Or things that did and she forgot easily. The marriage to her husband (there had been red flowers and they'd tossed a wreath in the ocean and he'd been surprisingly warm) and the death of her husband. Then there was a mental skip, like a scratched record, where the sound was almost there but she knew something was wrong. (Someone was saying something, but she didn't quite hear it. Or was it her father? Or ... she just didn't know anymore). She knew that she was Wanda Maximoff. She had children. But she killed her husband. There wasn't a connection there, not like there should be. She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head

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"It's fine," Pietro's fingers were still tapping out a little-too-fast rhythm on the table, but his expression was concerned, and so was his voice. His sister seemed to be cracking apart at the seams; then, she would realise it, stick things back together with tape and glue, but they'd never be quite the same.

This happened so often that Wanda became confused about who she was; but Pietro could cope with that, because he could always remind her anyway. Drum drum drum drum - promptly realising that such was likely annoying her, Pietro decided to cease and desist; his foot began to tap quietly against the floor, but at least she couldn't easily smack that.

"Are you alright?" He asked her, because she looked... well, a little bit worse than normal. The concern was still painted across his face, and he reached out to place a hand on her shoulder - a little bit of contact from someone real might just help a little.

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Her eyes had been following his fingers, well, not quite following them, but watching. He moved too fast for her, most of the time. Sometimes he just forgot that not everyone moved as fast as he did, and sometimes Wanda thought that maybe he just couldn't understand the speed that everyone else moved. Then he started tapping his foot, and that brought a small smile to her face. Something about his habits was helpful.

"...I'm fine..." Fine being a relative term. Fine meant that she wasn't going to have a breakdown, but she could tell that Pietro knew she was wearing thin again. She could tell in the way that he looked at her, and talked. "... just a little tired." At his touch she leaned over, wanting more than just the hand to connect her to this reality.

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Pietro sighed in answer, just brief and soft, and opened his arms to her. He didn't care that they were in a public place; she was his sister, and she looked like she could do with a hug, in his opinion. Of course, that wouldn't make it better in any way - he couldn't heal her with a touch, just like she couldn't see him properly when he went too fast. They couldn't communicate in every way they'd like to, so much was obvious

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Wanda sighed as well, but it was a more satisfied sound. The hug seemed to steady her even more, because she could define reality again. Wanda didn't sit back up, however, she was content to just lean against Pietro for the moment. His heart was always beating rather fast, more like a hum than a thumping noise.

"Vai'datha, Pietro," She gave a resigned agreement, when they were back on the ship she would sleep more. Even if there was something uncomfortable about the boisterous residents of the Cheap Prayer. A ship full of eccentrics had suited them better than the other two. Who could be more eccentric than them, anyway? It was rare that Wanda said anything in Romani, usually pushing that part of their history out of her mind. But she liked the words, and it was comfortable, it let her think that there was only them in this world at the moment.

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He was quite happy to let her lean against him, apparently humming to himself vocally as well as in terms of his heartbeat. Glad that she'd agreed to rest, at least, even though she'd used the Romani tongue,(did this mean she was thinking about the past, or attempting to block out the things that had happened there? He could never tell, with her) he nodded, and asked her:

"What do you think of the rest of the crew?" On the Cheap Prayer, of course. Pietro had been thoroughly unimpressed with most of them; the captain had a dignified air about him, but he also carried a mallet. The first mate was a child - an organised child, but a child nonetheless - and the crew were just strange. But then, they were strange also, and Pietro didn't really have a friendly thought about most people at the best of times. He just wasn't keen on people much. So slow, and unaccomodating.

They annoyed him.

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"...nice kids," Wanda offered Pietro a smile. And by nice kids she meant that they all seemed young, perhaps a little rash or still in love with life. She was well beyond the point of loving life, too old for it, she would say. There were other complications, but Wanda had been struck by an inexplicably good mood and refused to let go of it.

However, she could guess Pietro's opinion of the crew. He almost always had a negative view on other people. They were too slow, or incompetant, or something. Not like she didn't agree, so many of the world's people were unfit for life, being cruel, or just plain ignorant. "...And what do you think, brother? And be nice." Another small smile.

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Well, Wanda wanted him to be nice. Pietro pulled an uncomfortable face; her idea of 'nice' was his idea of 'adulating', so he would have to do his best to think of something nice to say. Alright, so he hadn't really conversed with any of them yet - that didn't usually stop Pietro from drawing unfavourable conclusions, meanwhile.

"Kids." He answered simply, leaving off the 'nice'; he didn't really care about the qualifier. They were far too young, on that ship, Wanda was right. He frowned then, and added: "Obnoxious kids." He wouldn't say anything else, because she'd probably be disappointed in him, and he didn't really enjoy it when she was. They were constant companions, so if she was feeling snippy with him, he'd know about it. Not that she often got snippy, anymore.

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She almost laughed, the expression on Pietro's face really rather spoke for his opinion. Well, his opinion of her request to be nice and of the crew. While she hadn't interacted with them much, people weren't her forte anymore, Wanda assumed Pietro had opinions. Pietro always had opinions, afterall.

"They're not that bad," Wanda replied, but she could see how they would be obnoxious. Nothing like their last ship... which crashed her good mood immediately. She missed The Revenge and its crew. She missed her husband and her children.

Wanda leaned more into Pietro, trying to find something else to think about. "...better than some..." they hadn't had the best of luck with ships and crews. The Revenge aside, experience with other people tended to be fairly negative.