"Grace?" Pietro asked from behind her, he walked up to her and matched her hurried pace. "Where're you going?"
"Your sister wanted to talk to me. She said it was an emergency."
"Is she alright?" He asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm sure she is," she said half-sure. Her worry carried to him, and he began thinking of everything that could be wrong. But it was all a beautiful act that even Shakespeare would applaud.
"Grace!" Wanda exclaimed, walking up to them, "I've been looking everywhere for you." She looked at her brother and back at Grace, "I need to talk to you, alone."
Pietro got the staged hint and waited behind while Wanda took her forward about twenty paces, out of earshot.
"You need to make a move already, Grace."
"A move? On what?"
"On Pietro," she whisper-yelled. "It's obvious and partly disgusting. He's horribly naïve and you need to be direct. He doesn't understand American flirting." She was truly concerned for his not-so-stunted European ways.
Wanda left out the part about how she had been planning this intervention for a month now, in secret, with her twin.
"But I don't even know what move to make-"
But their conversation was interrupted when the said man ran to them, paused and pulled Grace into a kiss. She folded into it. As he put his hands on either side of her face, she put hers on his pounding chest. He pulled away and smiled.
"The perfect move is a simple kiss kiss, Grace," he grinned and ran off.
Grace looked at Wanda. Her slightly-angry face softened into a smile, "Thank you."
She nodded in satisfaction.
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marvel one-shots
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