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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍⬎

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 - THAT MORNING -

Above the floor, on the rooftop, were Loki and Demeter having a very scary late breakfast with Enrico's mother. Enrico was all on board to the conjoined mafia, but his mother was hesitant.

Knowing they had to be dramatic for this, Demeter was in a classic dramatic robe, in black. (you know the one I'm talking about, like with fur on the bottom and it drapes everywhere) Underneath she had on a black silk corset and matching small silk skirt, and elegant red-bottoms. Loki was in a black silk set of pajamas, wearing a black binder on their chest.

They couldn't leave Pietro alone, knowing he could literally go to his sister in 5 minutes, so he was dragged along as their 'child'. Adopted but not really, more like the friend child of the two? Everyone treated him like he was their child and that he was like 16, which he was, but he looked much younger. And since his starved body made him skinny, he looked barely 16.

Demeter slowly scraped butter on her toasted french bread with her legs crossed, as Loki picked up a strawberry elegantly with their long fingers and bit down on it seductively. Scary, seductive, what's the difference?

Enrico's mother sat across from them on the small table, biting into her chocolate croissant. Around them stood 5 men in total. Three from Madripoor, and two from Enrico watching the breakfast and guarding them. Dressed in classic guard style. 2 on Pietro's door.

One pressed the comlink on his ear, and then leaned down to Demeter. "Pietro is awake, shall we send him up?"

Demeter nodded, keeping her eyes on the host in front of them as she took a long sip of her cranberry juice again, licking over her golden fangs. A minute and a half passed and Pietro stumbled out of the door, wearing black sweatpants and a fuzzy sweater to hide how skinny he really was. And his eyes were red. She opened up her arms.

"Oh sweetheart," Demeter muttered as Pietro buried his face into her arms. Okay, so maybe she got emotionally attached to Pietro, I mean who wouldn't? "You okay?"

He nodded a little as she petted his hair. Pietro has had these nightmares of his time in TAHITI. It was a really bad thing for him, and it seemed each time he came out a little weaker than the last dream. Obviously, these weren't the same people as SHIELD.

"Are you hungry?" Pietro nodded at Loki. They decided against wine since he hated it, but they gave him an acai bowl instead.

"Thank you," He muttered and took a bite out of his food, before taking another. He really liked it.

"You okay?" Loki asked again quietly.

"Yeah..." He answered them. He slowly reached toward the chocolate selection as Demeter smacked his hand back.

"Wanna tell me about it?" Loki asked, as Pietro retreated his hand. When he shook his head, they rephrased their question, "Wanna tell me about it later?" Pietro nodded slowly. Loki nodded back.

"Miss Rodger-Barnes. I've observed you. I don't like your large ego, nor do I like you overestimating yourself. But I do like your compassion, your strict nature, your poise. Your work so far in Madripoor," the woman across said. Pietro just noticed her. She had sunken cheeks, and delicate long black hair. "I think-" She said, getting up, "We have a deal."