Maybe Someday

Eyes

I wake up the next day with someone in my room. "Hello?" I ask.

"Hey Belle," Wanda says, sitting down next to me. "How do you feel? You weren't making much sense when you came back. What happened?"

"I'll explain later. Why were you waiting for me?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened between you and my brother," Wanda says. "I went and saw him later and he wouldn't talk. He was completely frozen, a look of shock on his face. Would you happen to know what that is about, would you?"

"I think I like him," I blurt.

"Well I know that. The way you are around him gives me a clear message of that. And I can read your mind." She pauses before raising my chin to meet her eyes. "I whole-heartedly support your relationship. Even more so since I know it's not a physical attraction and that you don't just like his looks. Now what's wrong?"

"I told him. I waited for him to reply and he stayed silent and didn't answer me. I ran off when I couldn't stand it anymore. I was so scared of his reaction. When he didn't reply, I realized I had just messed up our entire friendship."

"You definitely didn't ruin anything. When I found him he was in a state of shock. I think he was surprised that you admitted that to him. Why don't you go back to him to see later and see if you can get some answers out of him?"

"Alright. When do you think he'll be ready?" I ask, desperately.

She chuckles. "Let's go see." She takes my hand and leads me to her room where Pietro sits. I hear soft sniffles coming from the bed. "Pietro, I brought someone here to see you." She lets go of my hand.

"I don't want to see anyone," Pietro says, into a pillow. Wanda pulls me forward and I get the message. She closes the door behind her as she leaves.

"Pietro?" I ask, turning my head around.

I hear him jump from the bed. "Belle? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday. Why you were so quiet after I told you," I say. My voice dies the further along I get.

"I am so sorry that I was quiet after you told me. I didn't think you returned my feelings. I was so nervous and I didn't know what to say and I was scared."

"Returned your feelings?" I ask, quietly.

"I love you so much," Pietro says, wrapping me in his arms.

"Didn't see that coming. Especially after yesterday's reaction." He pulls me towards the bed and I lie in his arms. "Before we go anywhere in this relationship, I'm not absolutely positive that I love you. I just know that I've never felt this way about anyone ever before. You make me feel so complete, infinitely more so than I did when I was with my twin."

"I understand. I'll help you through understanding what they are and if they turn out that it isn't love, then we can just be friends. I promise."

I smile and curl into him. "Thank you, for understanding."

"Not a problem. Did you ever figure out why Charlotte wanted you in the lab?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll explain later. Can we just stay here like this for a while? It's really nice." I feel him laugh and wrap his arms around me tighter. I am almost asleep as I hear the door open.

"Annabelle," Charlotte says. "I need to talk to you." I nod and sit up quickly, getting dizzy. Pietro holds me as I sway before I stand up. Charlotte comes over and leads me to the lab. I sit down on the cot as people come up. I lie still as papers shuffle and someone is messing with the skin around my eyes again.

Before even a few minutes pass, I feel a gust of wind and everyone around me is pushed back. "What are you doing to her? Why do you keep touching her?" Pietro asks.

"Pietro, calm down. It's alright," I calm. He takes a few breaths before stroking my hair. "I'll explain everything later, I promise. I'll be fine."

He sighs and kisses my forehead. "It better be a good explanation." I hear his footsteps and then a chair squeaks as its being sat on. "I'm not leaving you here alone."

I sigh and turn towards his voice. "Please?" I beg.

"The best you're getting is outside. No further. I don't trust doctors or scientists."

"Thank you." I turn back to the scientists and one of them picks up a clipboard.

"Well, Annabelle. It looks like we'll be able to do the procedure later this week. Possibly tomorrow. When would you like to proceed?"

I think for a minute before stuttering. "As soon as possible, I guess. Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"We can start the procedure tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning. Please don't eat anything until then. It is already eight o'clock. We will see you tomorrow then."

"Thank you!" I jump off the bed and Charlotte lead me to the door. Pietro is there waiting, like he said. "Hey Pietro."

He picks me up and swings me in his arms before running to Wanda. "Pietro, Belle, what are you doing here?"

"Belle needs to explain why she was in the lab getting poked by those scientists," Pietro says.

"Are you alright?" Wanda asks.

I follow her voice and sit on the edge of the bed. "I am fine. I'm more than fine. I'm great. I was in the lab because I am going to have a procedure done. I didn't even know it was possible until Charlotte mentioned that Strucker was considering it."

"What procedure? Is it dangerous?" Pietro asks, clinging to me.

"I don't think so. The procedure is eye surgery. They are going to try and let me see. I could be able to see for the first time in my life!" I say, excited.

"That's great!" Wanda says, hugging me. I smile and hug her back. Tears slip from my eyes.

Pietro kisses my forehead. "We are so happy for you!"

"Thank you for believing in me and helping me through this time," I tell them. I yawn and stand up. "I better get to bed before tomorrow."

"What about dinner?" Wanda asks.

"The surgery is early tomorrow so I'm not supposed to eat until after," I tell them. "I would appreciate you both being there tomorrow. For moral support. I'm kind of nervous."

"Of course. We wouldn't miss it." Pietro kisses my forehead before following me to my room. I lie down on my bed and Pietro lies with me.

"Why are you staying with me in here?" I ask.

"Have you ever had a surgery before? The night before it torture. You don't get any sleep when you're that nervous. I'm going to keep you comfortable and unstressed so you get some good sleep."

"Thank you. And about my feelings," I say. He hums and I smile. "They're getting even stronger. I think this is love."

Pietro places a feather-like kiss on my nose. "I love you, too."

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