PIETRO MAXIMOFF KNOCKED on the door of his sister's new room, she had mentioned many times how she loved to take endless showers.
                              
She had expressed her annoyance for the Sanctum's showers because they were creaky, small and the hot water always ran out. 
                              
It had proved easy to get used to the Stark-funded luxury of the present. Although, the whole adjective of today was to remember a tradition from their past. 
                              
"Wanda!" He banged on the door again, "You ready? You better not be taking a thousand years to shower again. Wanda!"
                              
Pietro heard a few clatters, the ruffling of a few items and then light footsteps of her coming to the door, which she opened before he could process - making his stumble from where he was previously leaning, against the door. 
                              
"Oh!" Wanda laughed as she saw her brother, she immediately reverted to speaking Sokovian, commenting on how stupid he was for falling. 
                              
He rolled his eyes before getting up, "I know, I know...I'm fine."
                              
"Surprised you remember the language," Wanda joked, "Mister American."
                              
"I was not the one trying to hide. I'm shocked your accent isn't gone yet," Pietro scanned her outfit, "You look great by the way, even if you have stolen my colour."
                              
Wanda was wearing a dark navy dress, she had managed to find it among her old stuff - it was something Pietro had seen her wear before. 
                              
Nevertheless, it still looked stunning on her. It wasn't too revealing or too showy but it still fitted her nicely. 
                              
He knew it was hair and makeup that had taken the longest, however, because it was done to perfection. Wanda's usually wavy, droopy brown locks were bouncy curls and brushed to the side in a successful attempt at style. 
                              
"It's only fair, considering you've stolen mine," Wanda loved what Pietro was wearing, she might have been biased as he was in her favourite colour but she thought he looked dashing. "You look amazing."
                              
"Touché," It was a cherry-red suit, with a matching tie, that was ironed so that it was shining and straight. His hair was slicked neatly to the back and his beard, that he normally grew was shaven. Wanda knew that it was brand new, probably compliments of Stark. 
                              
Wanda held out a box, hidden behind her back to give to him. Pietro accepted the object in front of him, "What's this?"
                              
"Your gift," Wanda said, excitedly, "Open it."
                              
"Now?" Pietro was reluctant but tore the neatly wrapped packaging, "What is it?"
                              
Wanda grumbled, "That's why you have to open it."
                              
"Okay, okay," Pietro chucked the packaging to the side and saw a box, it was black and dull. 
                              
His eyebrows creased in confusion before he pulled off the lid and saw a pair of blue lustrous running shoes. 
                              
They were elaborate with lines and patterns running across them, with a few lighting bolts on the heel. He turned one over to see the faint engraving of 'Quicksilver' on the back.
                              
"Wow," Pietro was smiling ear to ear, he took his sister into a hug, "I love them. Thank you."
                              
"Happy birthday, Pietro," Wanda squeezed him, "I love you."