Elementals

The Date of Returning Home

Pipers P.O.V

"How long until you can come home?" My cousin Jack asks as we FaceTime on my laptop.
"Approximately 1 week. So not to long."

"That's great, I can't wait to have you back."

"Yeah" I mumble halfheartedly. I decide to then change the subject.
"How's your police schooling been?"
Jack shrugs. "Ok I guess. I met this girl though, she's really awesome her name is Ava and she-"

"Jack, man that's great. But I gotta go, Mr. Stark needs me immediately. I'm sorry, but I'll call you back soon I promise."
Jack pauses but says "Oh-ok. See you later I guess."
I give him a convincing smile and wave bye as I slowly shut the laptop. Once it's off I fall onto my bed and let out a deep sigh. Tony didn't need me, I just didn't want to listen to Jack talk about his new girlfriend. I have enough on my plate, I don't need boy trouble and such added to it.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
"Come in." I say sitting up and running a hand through my hair. I look towards my door as it opens and I see Pietro walk in.
"Hi" I greet.
"Hey...you ok?" He asks. I shrug. "I suppose so, I'm just...tired. Is there something I can help you with?"
I ask, looking up at him.
Pietro nods and looks down at the ground. "Yeah I uh-have a question."

"What is it?"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
I am taken aback by his words and don't speak for a little while. "Um, Piper?"
I look back at him after zoning out. "Hm?"
"The date?"
"Oh yeah, sorry I zoned out there for a minute. Um, that sounds nice but...I don't really know you. I mean I know who you are, but we're not like...good friends or anything. And that's not a no, I'm just saying."
Pietro chuckles
"Well that's kind of the point of a date, is to get to know you better. Is it not?"
He's got me there, and his accent is really attractive, he's nice as well and helped me with my cousin's funeral and stuff. I suppose I'll go.
"Yeah I guess that is the point. Uh, then yeah. I'd love to go out with you."
He smiles.
"I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night?"

"If it's dinner then 6:30. Otherwise 7:00 works for me." He smiles in amusement.
"6:30 it is."
Pietro walks out of my room and closes the door. I smile and bite my lip.
I have a date!
I grab my phone (That had apparently been confiscated while I was in containment) and I pull up my text messages. I find Alex and begin to type. But I stop and drop my phone.
Oh right. I remember.
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*knock* *knock*
The door opens "Um, hi. Piper, yes?"
"Yeah. Look Wanda, I kind of need your help. Your brother kind of asked me on a date and...I haven't really been on a date in...awhile. I was wondering if you could maybe help me prepare."
Wanda smiles "Of course. When is it?"
I check the clock on the wall and see that it's 5:30.
"In an hour."
Wanda makes a surprised face and says "Well then we better get ready. Come on in."
I smile and walk into her room.

40 minutes later I'm all set. I sit in front of Wanda's dresser as she finishes braiding my hair.
"Alright, he'll be here to pick you up soon. All you have left to do is be yourself."
Me and her pause, but then burst out laughing.
"I-I'm serious. You'll be fine. And if my brother is an asshole, I'll break his face."

"Aw, thank you." I say smiling at her. In the past 40 minutes I've become closer with Wanda, she's nice but also dark, in a witchy way. Something I've always admired is differing personalities from the norm, and Wanda has that for sure.
I stand up and thank her once again for the help.
"Oh it was a pleasure. I've never had a sister, only that idiot that your about to go out with. So this was nice. And I now consider you my friend, which means you can come to me with anything."
I smile once more. "Thanks."
Suddenly though there's a knock on the door. I tense up and Wanda goes to open it. She turns to me and nods her head. I walk up to her and see Pietro standing there. He's dressed in a black and white striped t-shirt and a brown blazer. He has on black pants and dark brown shoes. He looks really nice.
I step out the door and Wanda bids me goodbye and good luck, but not before she warns her brother that if he hurts me she'll break his face. Pietro rolls his eyes but agrees. My dates sister shuts her rooms door and Pietro holds out his elbow for me to link my arm through. I do so and we begin down the hall.
"You look nice."
I glance down at my outfit and practically whisper "Thank you."
I'm wearing a slightly oversized brown leather jacket and a black and brown tie-dye dress with black leggings and boots. I have on eyeliner and my hair is in a messy braid.
Me and him step into the elevator and it begins to move downwards.
"Where are we going?"
"Guess."
I frown "Dude I have no idea, I've never been to New York."
He smiles and says. "Then it is a surprise."
The Elevator doors open in the parking garage and I follow him until we reach a black car. I recognize it as the car we took to the funeral.
"The funeral car?" I voice. Pietro shrugs as he gets in the drivers side. "I thought it be interesting to take the car where we first spent time together."
"Hm." I don't argue and slide into the passenger's seat.
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Pietro drives through the compound area and to the boarder. A gate opens and lets him pass. It takes about 20 minutes to reach the city, but when we do I look out the window with complete awe. I've always wanted to come to New York, but never had the chance. All the lights and sky scrapers astound me.
"You like the view?" Pietro says, his eyes still on the road.
"Oh it's beautiful" I say, also keeping my eyes out the window.
But my rolling view is stopped when the car stops. Pietro gets out and comes around to open my door. I thank him as I step out into the autumn air and turn to see where we are.
It's a restaurant I've never heard of so it must be local. Which I appreciate, local is always better then chain.
Pietro and I go inside and are seated. The conversation is awkward at first and I admittedly hide behind the menu for a moment. But it soon gets off the ground and we have a good time. I learn a lot of things about him as well. Like the fact that he has two other step siblings, and his favorite color is blue. Though I could've guessed that. I tell him about myself as well. I tell him that I don't have any siblings but my cousins should count since we all act like siblings to each other. I also told him my favorite color is dark red and light blue and that my favorite movie is Coraline.
Soon enough our food arrives. I ordered spaghetti because of something my mom taught me.
On a first date order the messiest food you can. And if that person can handle seeing you eat it, then you know they truly like you. It's good advice and has worked and handful of times.
Me and him eat quietly with brief conversation, but my eyes are taken away when I see someone walk in. The man is dressed in black and has on a backpack. He's seated at the table next to us. A waiter comes up and they speak though it's inaudible from where I am. The waiter leaves and I see the man watch until their out of sight. He then takes off his backpack and riffles through it. The man puts it on the ground under his seat. He stands up and quickly walks out of the restaurant. I take notice and decide to act.