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"Captain," Pietro's thick-accented, smooth voice came up behind Steve, he was snapped out of his thoughts immediately as he turned around to see the young man approach him.
                              
"Everything alright, Maximoff?" Steve's eyes were laced with concern, they became softer as Pietro greeted him with a smile, "What are you doing here?"
                              
Pietro had caught Cap before he ran off to where they were holding Barnes, it felt right to have a chat with him. Sort some things out, he could tell that he was running.
                              
"Everything's fine," Pietro stood in front of Rogers, his eyes scanned the man's face, his perfectly shaped lips - they looked soft and warm, his gaze jumped down to his cut chest. "I heard you'd be here. Just wondering...how you're doing?"
                              
"I'm doing..." Steve sighed, "I've done better."
                              
"This must be complicated," Pietro placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping the muscles on it, "Having Peggy just die, needing to make a decision this heavy. I'd run..."
                              
"Running tends to leave things out of control."
                              
Pietro shrugged, "It's the way I'd normally go."
                              
Steve eyed him, watched as his words seemed to mean something else when he stared back at him, "You tend to run from a lot of things?"
                              
"Most things. When I get scared, or get angry, but that was mostly before...it's one of the reasons I got these specific abilities, I think."
                              
"What of Wanda?" Steve's eyes floated to the wall ahead of him, Pietro's gazes getting too much to handle.
                              
"Ah, she tends to over think things. Likes to take the time to try and reveal everything about someone."
                              
"She seemed to get along with the Doctor pretty quickly."
                              
"Yeah," Pietro shook his head wittingly, " I know, she's different with him, I guess."
                              
Pietro had noticed a significant change in Wanda's attitude after coming back, she seemed to have a lot less on her mind then before. He knew what it was like to tug onto her after the most severe of breakdowns, he was just glad she was more confident in herself now, even if it was a small change. And, even if it took Strange to encourage it...
                              
"I always tried my best to stay the same...with Peggy."
                              
"She meant a lot to you, yes? Maybe I can fill a void," Pietro lifted his hand to Steve's shoulder, the soldier watching carefully as he did.
                              
Steve wasn't blind, or stupid, he knew that Pietro was trying to make some sort of advances on him. He was still yet to decide whether his intentions were sexual or not but if it was - he wasn't in the mood. Not to mention the prominent age gap between them that stirred him more than anything else, he didn't know how Strange did it.
                              
Steve's eyes opened, realisation dawning over him, "Kid, I think your reading too far into this relationship. I don't mean to give you the wrong signals or anything but I don't even think I'm ready for this sort of thing. I'm sorry but I-I've got to go."
                              
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WANDA MAXIMOFF SQUEEZED as much as she could into the medium-sized black suitcase lying on her bed, the room has several mountains of discarded clothes sprawled along the floor - items that proved unnecessary.