Quickly doing away with his pajama bottoms and underwear, Pietro climbed into the tub with her, trying to avoid splashing Angelica as much as possible. It probably didn't matter to her at this point, but he considered it all the same.
"Honestly, Angelica, I would expect no less." He shifted, settling into the opposite corner of the tub and reaching for her hand. Pietro had thought about this particular dilemma before, but she'd been much more fragile, then. Less than a month ago, she'd been tired from harsh medical treatments, and skinny and pale from lack of appetite. While he was happy her illness was virtually gone, the fact she physically looked so much healthier was every bit as wonderful. "... I suppose it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you in a glass case. I fear for your safety out there. You were killed, Angelica. Murdered by someone because of your powers. But the same could've happened to me. As an Avenger, I know that I could be killed in battle in any number of ways. It terrifies me to think of you taking the same risks."
He swallowed, glancing away to the frothy bubbles in the tub. She must have used some kind of bubblebath, or soap to soak. "All the same, you have taken those risks before, and you wouldn't be happy if I forced you to stay at home. You'd probably laugh at me, then lock me out of our room if I did anything so foolish as forbid you to join the Avengers, wouldn't you?"
Chuckling slightly, Pietro gently tugged he hand, indicating that he'd like to hold her more closely. "What I mean to say is... I'm fine with you being a hero. If we decide to settle down and do domestic things like have children, we can reevaluate. But barring that... You should help people if that's what you'd like to do."
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"Honestly, Angelica, I would expect no less." He shifted, settling into the opposite corner of the tub and reaching for her hand. Pietro had thought about this particular dilemma before, but she'd been much more fragile, then. Less than a month ago, she'd been tired from harsh medical treatments, and skinny and pale from lack of appetite. While he was happy her illness was virtually gone, the fact she physically looked so much healthier was every bit as wonderful. "... I suppose it wouldn't be fair of me to keep you in a glass case. I fear for your safety out there. You were killed, Angelica. Murdered by someone because of your powers. But the same could've happened to me. As an Avenger, I know that I could be killed in battle in any number of ways. It terrifies me to think of you taking the same risks."
He swallowed, glancing away to the frothy bubbles in the tub. She must have used some kind of bubblebath, or soap to soak. "All the same, you have taken those risks before, and you wouldn't be happy if I forced you to stay at home. You'd probably laugh at me, then lock me out of our room if I did anything so foolish as forbid you to join the Avengers, wouldn't you?"
Chuckling slightly, Pietro gently tugged he hand, indicating that he'd like to hold her more closely. "What I mean to say is... I'm fine with you being a hero. If we decide to settle down and do domestic things like have children, we can reevaluate. But barring that... You should help people if that's what you'd like to do."