capeandcowllogs | Keep my yesterdays alive

WHO: Angelica and Pietro
WHERE: The Maximoff homestead
WHEN: Monday night
SUMMARY: Magneto is in the City and Pietro is not happy.
WARNINGS: Emoing over daddy issues
FORMAT: Whatever you want bb ♥

Pietro owed Angelica a serious heart to heart. Between his obsession with pregnancy tests, Keith Anyan's promotion to government sanctioned superhero, and the sudden arrival of Xavier and Magneto, there was a lot on the table for the two of them to discuss. They'd avoided seriously discussing any of it for most of the week, but by Monday night, the tension in the air was just too much. They had to sit down and sort some things out before they started snapping at each other. Or that's how Angelica felt, anyway.

After tucking Calvin in and saying good night to Billy and Teddy, Angelica headed to the master bedroom with a peace offering of a gallon of ice cream and a pair of spoons. She lingered in the doorway, watching Pietro for a moment before she cleared her throat to catch his attention.

"Hey," she said softly, smiling slightly as she waved the tub of ice cream at him. "Let's go to the roof. I wanna talk to you."

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Much of their interactions had been strained in the last few days, do doubt due to his own rising tension with Xavier and Magne--Erik's arrival. To say that his father's recent arrival made Pietro uncomfortable would have been an understatement. The idea that Magneto, even an immature incarnation, could be loose in the City while his carefully constructed family simply existed was unacceptable. He was certain it was only a matter of time before his father got bored, or made some asinine attempt at bonding and brought his entire life crashing down around him.

Still, he'd perhaps been unfair to Angelica in all of this. Pietro was very much aware that he sometimes spoke more quickly than he thought and he'd been in their bedroom staring at an indistinct point on the wall and contemplating this when she appeared with her ice cream and spoons. Suffice it to say, he felt quite spectacular when he turned to her and feigned a weak smile. "I suppose we should. Did you acquire that specifically for the occasion?"

"Yes," she nodded and motioned for him to come to her. "It's your favorite flavor. Come on, let's go outside."

They would be alone up there. It would be quiet and they wouldn't have to worry about Calvin overhearing them, or worse, Billy. It was awkward enough having to have these sorts of adult discussions, Angelica didn't even want to think about having to have them with the kids listening in. And there was so much to talk about.

She stared at Pietro a moment longer before turning for the door and heading down the hall for the door. "Hurry up before it melts."

"You're actually telling me to hurry." He replied, rising from their bed in a mock huff, but following her out of the room without protest. One of the many wonderful things about their relationship was the ability to joke and tease each other, even at the most seemingly tense points, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for it at the moment.

Pietro looped an arm around Angie's waist, enjoying the feeling of her against him as they walked together to the stairs and then the attic and then the small trap door that led up to the roof. It was a quiet night, and warm as they were in the middle of summer. Not unlike the night of Wanda's house warming party, when they'd spent almost five hours just talking together. "Alright," he said finally, pulling away from her and taking one of the spoons. "Let's talk. Am I right to assume you believe I'm being unreasonable?"

The similarities of this night and the night of Wanda's party were not lost on Angelica. That was part of why she'd suggested it, actually. Hours and hours could be spent together in close proximity, and no one would ever think to bother them. Important conversations could be had, important decisions could be made. And maybe she could get him to just relax and kiss her. That was always a plus.

She opened up the ice cream, offering it to him. It'd probably be better if he held onto it unless he was in the mood for ice cream soup. Desserts tended to melt around Angelica, whether she was actively accessing her powers or not. That was just the nature of her mutation, always absorbing radiation and generating even more of it. Sometimes she thought it was a wonder there weren't more melted plastic puddles around their house.

"Well, you are being unreasonable," she raised an eyebrow at him and delicately helped herself to a spoonful of ice cream. "About a number of things, actually. Accusing me of being pregnant, all that stuff about Raven, all this stuff about your father. It's frustrating me, Pietro. I don't know what to do."

Keep my yesterdays alive

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