The Girl in Purple (Pietro Maximoff) #Wattys2015

The Boy Who Returned To Him

It was now the early hours of the morning, the sun was just beginning to rise and start it's fresh new cycle above NYC.

Steve was lying in his bed, trying (and failing) to fall alseep. His mind was far too awake. It was hopeless, the blonde male was never going to sleep. Sitting up, he glanced at the clock. A run. A jog around NYC would help him to clear his mind. He wondered if Sam would be willing to join him? Checking the time, he assumed that Sam's participation in a run would be unlikely at four in the morning.

Slipping out of his bed, he proceeded to get changed into some running wear, his current outfit of blue, red and white checked boxers was definitely not appropriate.

White t-shirt and grey sweats, perfect.

The morning air was clear. There weren't many people out yet on the streets of NYC, so Steve's usual route was blissfully clear.

Despite his calm demure, his mind was in a spin. He kept thinking the same questions over and over again, rolling them around in his brain. Where was he? Was he alright? What if he wasn't? Was he back with HYDRA? What if he hated Steve for not saving him on the train?

Over and over again.

Steve was so wrapped up in his own little torturous world that he didn't even notice the person he was crashing into until it was too late.

XOX

It was now the early hours of the morning, the sun was just beginning to rise and start it's fresh new cycle above NYC.

Pietro yawned as he stretched and woke up from his thankfully more blissful sleep. His earlier nightmare completely forgotten about. His lazy gaze rested on the female that was lying beside him. She looked so peaceful as she dreamed. With a smile, he sat up and decided that he should go and source some food for him and Arrabella.

Leaving the safe four walls of her room, the quick male speedily ran to the kitchen, wondering what they should have for breakfast.

"Pietro?" a familiar voice appeared behind him.

Spinning on his heels, he came face to face with his female sibling. "Wanda." he smiled at her perched figure on the butler's island.

"It's been a while since I have seen you, Brother. It feels as if you spend all your time near the lab."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Wanda. I have not been ignoring you on purpose. I-"

She held up a single flat palm, gesturing him to stop talking. He complied. "I'm not worried about that. You are old enough and ugly enough to look after yourself. We no longer need to be joined at the hip. How is your lady friend fairing?"

He nodding, leaning against the counter opposite Wanda. "She's complicated."

"How is her MS?"

"I don't know."

She raised a perfect eyebrow in disbelief. "You don't know?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I."

She frowned, completely perplexed.

Pietro rolled his eyes at her confusion. "It appears that what Bruce thought Arrabella had isn't what she actually has."

"My head now hurts." his sister replied honestly.

"So does mine. He's going to do more tests on her today. Maybe they well come back with better information."

Wanda nodded, hopping off of the island. "I heard that Steve hasn't found his friend yet."