( peter tends to catch her off-guard in so many ways, and wanda constantly finds herself uncertain about whether she is telling him the right things or just what the two of them want to hear, in order to 'keep the peace' with these very strange circumstances of being siblings, worlds apart, but found anew in abraxas.

but, especially now, wanda hates making comparisons between the two. pietro was pietro, and will always be his own person; peter is just different, the circumstances of his life dictating why he isn't as hardened in ways that pietro had to quickly become. and, truth be told, wanda wouldn't want peter to ever go through the things she and her brother went through, growing up.

she sits back against the steps, feeling the hard line press against the small of her back, thoughtful about his questions. )

...I'm actually not sure. ( and it feels like a disservice to pretend that she would know. ) I never dated anyone seriously when we were in Sokovia. He was the one with all the girlfriends, and he made a mess of that, sometimes, too.

( meaning, wanda was the one hassling her brother for his actions. he never had to worry about her wanting to be in a relationship. )

There were a few boys I hung out with in secret from him, but the only real relationship I had was when I was in America.

( after he had already died. quietly, she says, shrugging her shoulders, )

I don't know what he'd say, but— you should do what you want. You have sisters, don't you?