Whatever It Takes

1.4

More days pass by of us living in the square in tent city. The twins and I huddle close at night for warmth, Pietro allowed to steal blankets for us even with Wanda's discretion. She knew we would freeze without them. I like our nights together, Wanda and I curled up on Pietro's chest, his buzzing body lulling us to sleep as he strokes his sister's hair, as his fingers graze up and down my arm.

We make friends with our tent neighbors. Next to us is a brother and sister, Zrinka and Costel. Not as close in age as the twins, but the older girl is protective over her little brother, making sure he never wanders off too far.

Pietro has become closer to them than Wanda and I. We are more focused on the news from the radios, hearing no word of the Avengers or the scepter. Instead, my speedster goes off to steal more supplies, taking up most of his day securing them.

He returns at night, when the dark sky conceals him better than the white snow. Wanda and I hover on either side of our tent, closely watching him and for any soldiers that might be passing by, catching sight of his illegal activity.

A small group of people gathers around him as he shuffles through his treasures, handing out clothes and blankets. Wanda and I begin to walk over to him.

He pulls out a bottle of pills, reading the label before passing it to an older man. "Those the right ones?"

The man takes them with a shaky hand, assessing them. "Yeah," he croaks.

"The doctor who refilled it, no more insurance hassle. I made a house call," Pietro smirks.

Wanda and I shake our heads at him.

"He's going to get himself killed," she whispers to me.

"He's too stubborn to die."

"That's the problem."

"How much?" a man asks as Pietro turns back to his bag, ready for more materials.

"Oh, no," Pietro assures, holding up a hand to him. He pulls out a small football, throwing it up and catching it before handing it to Zrinka, who waits within his little group. "This is for your brother."

"Thank you," she smiles, hugging her arms close to her.

"And this..." Pietro pulls out a shimmering gown, turning around to her. "Is not for your brother."

"Oh, zolotse," I mumble, smirking as he winks at the girl.

Wanda chuckles next to me, dropping her head. "He will forever be a flirt."

"He will forever be a pain in my ass."

She laughs then, moving forward so we round the group.

Zrinka takes the dress he holds out to her, shaking her head at him in disbelief. "Oh, no. This is too..."

"Is every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris?" Wanda asks, walking up to him.

"I know I'm not," I smile, giving him the same wink he gave Zrinka.

"At least Gertie's looked warm," Wanda bites, hooking her arm through mine as we pass him, continuing through the square.

I hear Pietro scoff behind me. "She's kidding," he tells Zrinka. He jogs up to us, bumping into the side of Wanda's shoulder. "You're jealous you're not getting a dress," he says to us, smirking.

Wanda turns to him, speaking with a sisterly bite. "You keep stealing you're going to get shot." Pietro scoffs and she bats him on the arm. "At speed, nothing can touch you. But standing still-"

"Do you think I want to be?" Pietro interrupts, taking quick steps in front of us so we stop. "You said, 'Wait.' I'm waiting. I don't know for what." He raises his shoulders and drops them, face softening at Wanda's expression. Guilty. "We had Stark helpless. All these years, and you-"