The Age of Miracles- Maximoff Twins Oneshots •Temporarily On Hold•

Beautiful

Angst. TW: Eating disorders

I think this is a new definition of 'short'

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Wanda wiped her mouth off with a paper towel. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was panting, sweat rolling down her thin face. Her throat stung with stomach acid. She was, in short, miserable.

This whole thing started with her just not being able to stomach the rich food. But it had escalated to her not wanting to eat. At all.

Her brother's arms wrapped lovingly around her waist. He rested his chin on her head. "C'mon, Wanda. Let's get you to bed." He led her to her bed. She glanced at her alarm clock as Pietro grabbed her a nightgown. 12:00 pm exactly.

Pietro handed her her toothbrush and nightgown. "I'll be back in a minute, sis. Call me if you need me."

Wanda nodded and Pietro left the room to give her some privacy. Wanda brushed her teeth, then slid off her dress. Her face paled. "PIETRO!"

Pietro came running. "What's wrong?"

Wanda couldn't form the words, she just gestured at her ribs, which stuck out much to far. Tears poured down Wanda's face. The fact that it was her own sickly body she was looking at left her in a state of distress.

"Hey, it's ok, Sestra. Eat a bit more regularly and you'll be back to normal, ok?" His voice was pained. He was worried about her and they both knew it.

Pietro slipped the nightgown on her thin frame and carried her to bed, setting her down and tucking her in. He kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, sis! I love you!" He softly closed the door behind him as he left.

"Don't go," She whimpered, tears streaming down her face.

Pietro, having a gut feeling that something was wrong, came back. He saw her face and immediately slipped into bed next to her. He stretched out his arms. She rested her head on his chest, and tucked his leg between hers. He wrapped his arm around her protectively.

"You'll be ok," He whispered.

"I'm scared."

Pietro sighed. "Don't be. You'll be ok."

She held him tighter. "I wanna be better!"

"You have to make an effort to get better, sis," He said gently. "You just have to get to a good weight-"

"But their idea of a 'good weight' is too much!"

Pietro sighed. "No, it's not, Sestra. And you know it."

"It feels like too much!"

"But it's not!" Pietro exclaimed, aggravated.

Wanda recoiled slightly. Pietro's face fell. "Oh, Andêle, I'm sorry. It's not... it's not your fault. I don't know why I'm getting angry."

"You're worried," Wanda whispered.

Pietro sighed. "I am. But that's not a good reason to lash out at you."

"It's ok."

"No, it's not."

"Pietro, I'm the one you snapped at. I should be the one to say whether or not it's ok."

"You're also- Fine, you know what? You're beautiful. Let's just leave it, mmkay?"

"Okay." She snuggled close to him again.

He sighed before kissing the top of her head. "Miluji tě, Wanda." (I love you)

"také tě miluji." (I love you, too)