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"What happened?"
"The Avengers broke into one of our facilities and collected information."
"I already know that. Stop wasting my time."
"Do you know if the facility held information on the two?"
"You mean the avengers now know about them?"
"I don't believe they do sir. I've gone through the data they took and the only thing about them that was written is this."
"'Subjects one and two have taken their first steps today at exactly eight months old. Subject two was the one who-' this doesn't matter. The subjects are far past this point now. This has been irrelevant for a long, long time."
"Sir. It has a date."
"хорошо ебать."
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"Hey Wanda," Pietro said, appearing in her room, "Someone accidentally ordered a bunch of cherries, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me make a pie."
Wanda looked up from her book slightly annoyed. "You mean do I want to make a pie. You have a lifetime ban from using any kitchen appliances. And you don't know how to make pies."
"I'll help," he offered, shrugging.
"Okay," Wanda said, closing her book and hopping up. "But I'm not walking."
She then fell backward, and Pietro sped around, picking her up and bringing her into the kitchen.
Steve was sitting at the counter reading a newspaper when they came in.
"No," he said sternly once he saw Pietro, "I am not in the mood to get the fire extinguisher."
"Why do you immediately assume I'm going to set something on fire?" Pietro asked.
"I'm going to be the one cooking, he's only helping," Wanda told him.
He looked between them for a moment. "Alright," he said, and quickly added, "Don't set anything on fire." Then he left.
The two of them started making the pie, Wanda giving instructions and doing most of the work.
"You need to take the pits out of all the cherries," Wanda said while she dumped things in a bowl, making the crust.
"How?" Pietro asked.
"Wash them first, then take off the stem, take out the pit, and put them in a bowl," she said.
"The pit of the cherry?" he asked taking them over to the sink.
"The cherries," Wanda said rolling her eyes, "You throw away the pit."
"Well I didn't know if your fancy pie used the pit," he shrugged, grabbing the soap.
Wanda turned her head to give him a look and saw what he was doing. "Don't use dish soap," she said.
"Ok. Geeze."
A long while later, the pie was done.
"It's beautiful," Pietro said, looking at the fresh pie.
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Purple Hope
FanfictionIt had been six months since Bucky moved into the tower. He mostly kept to himself or stayed around Steve. He was quiet and reserved and often left a room abruptly when memories came flooding back. It was hard for him to adjust, but he was making tr...
