"Steph-" Wanda reached out an arm to stop him.
                              
"It's okay, it'll be fine," Stephen assured her before he ran into the hallway, pressing the floor with a glow, splitting it in half, an illusion of the Mirror Dimension for those in front of him so he could make his way to the other side of the building.  
                              
Wanda had to trust that he'd be okay, while she was swatting and batting enemies out the way. Reddish blasts sent them tumbling into different directions, her hair had since fell out of its style, falling along her back in ginger locks.
                              
She was getting worried, minutes were turning into hours. He should be back already. Wanda discarded the final foe, pushing them out of the window. 
                              
"Stephen!" Wanda ran along the staircase, she heard clatters as she ran down, "Stephen?"
                              
He stood ahead of her, a pleased smile on his face as he held the fuse in his hands, "Did you think I wouldn't come back?"
                              
"I was getting worried..." Wanda sighed in relief, "You were gone for so long, I was staring to think something happened to you- Strange!"
                              
BANG! The sound of another gunshot rang through her ears before she could process what had happened. He was clutching his side, the wound of a gun shot bleeding out from his chest.  
                              
Wanda pushed down the adversary ahead and he spun onto the floor. She ran to him, crouching down, "Stephen! Are you okay? Just keep your eyes open..."
                              
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"WHY COULDN'T YOU just listen to me?" He was carrying them over his shoulder, they were heavy and lucky they were still alive after what they went through. 
                              
The boy's hair was brown, gone through the cycle of being changed to hide his identity. Stripes of silver creeped through his roots, the unnatural strands had started to grow back. 
                              
He was thrown down onto the bed, he gripped the bleeding at his hip with a groan, "Geez. I would've if I knew they were going to pull out a knife like that."
                              
"You need to be more careful," He scolded him, tugging at his shirt, "Let me see the wound."
                              
"Will you be gentle?" Pietro had a smirk on his face, it got even bigger as he noticed Steve's cheeks go red. 
                              
"Just...just shut up," Steve pulled his shirt up, forcefully, "This might hurt..." He warned him before he covered his mouth with a cloth, he already had a hot iron.
                              
"Fuck..." Pietro cried, he stopped himself from clutching at his waist.
                              
"Are you okay?" Steve looked down at him worriedly.
                              
"Yeah, yeah," He took a deep breath, "Thank you. Don't worry, I'll survive. I'm pretty strong."
                              
"I know," Steve's subconscious stopped himself from looking at his muscles, "But you're also pretty stupid. You could have got yourself killed."
                              
"No," Pietro shook his head, "You wouldn't have let that happen." Steve's eyes were caught into his, only now did they both realise they had the same striking blue colour. Though, they were close enough for Pietro to see the green in the blue in their eyes. 
                              
"Um," Steve cleared his throat, "You can't go around speeding like that. You're gonna get yourself shot."
                              
"Oh please," Pietro sat up with a groan, "I've survived worse." He could tell Steve looked curious, so he continued, "When Wanda and I were on the streets...in Sokovia. After we were too old for the orphanage, we were thrown out onto the streets. We had no money, no source of income...no one wanted us. I didn't eat, I made sure Wanda was okay because that's what I'd always done. We could barely survive with the scraps. I became really sick, I almost died. You could see my bones through my skin, my stomach was turning purple...I was dying."
                              
"Jesus Christ," Steve muttered. Pietro smiled at how much Steve seemed to feel for him. All this care he was giving him - breaking him out of prison, hiding him from the government, risking his life for him on missions they didn't even need to do. 
                              
"It was all okay in the end," Pietro smiled, "Strucker was the one who took us in. Remember, the one you-" He didn't know why Pietro was so willing to pour his heart out like this to him and be okay with telling him things like that...
                              
"I'm really sorry," Steve interrupted him, "For everything. All this time I've been hurting you. I know you told me that you had feelings for me..."
                              
Pietro felt a stab in the chest, his heart sank, it had been a while since he remembered what had happened between them. Nothing. 
                              
"And, I honestly don't know how you could with all I've done to you," Steve stood up, he walked by the desk. It was small, only stacked with condiments to make tea or coffee with the kettle on top of it. "Even after Strucker, I was an asshole to you in the Facility."
                              
"Yeah, I really didn't enjoy your shitty early morning training regimes, Captain. But, besides from that you've kinda grown on me."
                              
"Hmm. You're alright too from time to time," Steve handed him a mug full of tea. "Now, drink up and go to bed, kid."
                              
"Wow," Pietro rolled his eyes, "You always know how to ruin a moment. Unless, you want...to join me?"
                              
Steve shook his head, "No, I think Sam would kill me if I took the bed from him. You know he called dibs on the bed, I'll be fine on the floor."
                              
Pietro despised his obliviousness to what he meant. "God, that stupid pigeon ruins everything," He muttered as he tucked himself in later next to a snoring Falcon.