Running a hand through your hair, you set down your purse and click on the lights.
"Pietro, I'm home!" You say once you've neared your room. He's always back before you are, so it's not strange to see him lounging on the bed watching TV.
But when you push open the door, you frown. The room is exactly as you left it when you left this morning. Now thinking back, Pietro had been fidgeting all through breakfast and acting extra affectionate.
Then you all died. The end.
Actually I just really don't feel like rewriting the chapter. Comment your favorite character just because I'm bored.
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Marvel Imagines
FanfictionCompleted. Second book is Marvel Imagines 2. Made: 11 May 2015 Completely: 6 November 2015