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[ Pietro's sudden arrival is a mystery Vision doesn't have the ability to explain — but then again, so much of the circumstances surrounding their arrival here have been, one moment bringing his new wife over the threshold even if he can't actually recall the one right before it. It seemed less of a concern to him at the beginning, but it's increasingly become something he can't ignore, and what's more is the fact that Wanda doesn't seem at all worried about it — not until he'd confronted her in the kitchen with the children already upstairs in bed.

That knock on the front door is a temporary distraction from the inevitable continuation of that conversation — but Wanda seems just as surprised to see her brother standing in the doorway as he is to be there, and of course Vision remains off to the side to grant them their reunion, not wanting to interfere in the moment itself. He has his own assessment of the man, mostly based on what Wanda herself has told him over the years, but seeing them together registers the truth for him about their particular closeness, and he can't help considering how Pietro will exactly fit into their domestic inhabitance.

He should have expected that in the case of this particular twin, Pietro would find a way to do that somewhat literally — the fitting, that is.

Vision himself doesn't sleep so much as engage in a predictable resting cycle for Wanda's benefit, so he's alerted in an instant to the presence of an added weight in bed; at first, he thinks it might be one of the twins, but there's too much of it to be Tommy or Billy, and Wanda's soft exasperation from behind him immediately confirms the identity of their unexpected company. ]

Is something the matter? [ He hasn't lifted up his sleep mask until now, and then he turns around carefully on the mattress, attempting not to jostle anyone too significantly. ]

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[ pietro, on the other hand, prefers to react as if there's nothing at all odd about his sudden invasion in a bed clearly meant for two. with pillows on either side of him, he gives a tug to wanda's, scooting it closer to him at the second so he can rest his head on it, lifting his legs up in the air to even lift the blankets enough for him to comfortably get into, his expression in the darkness showing little of the fact that he's forced his way between two spouses.

dragging the blanket up to his chest, right to his arms so he can left let them cross above them, he closes his eyes as if to sleep, an obvious grin on his face, meant very specifically for pestering his sister if she manages to catch sight of it in the dark of the room. ]

That couch is no good. You should be more accommodating to your guest, Wanda.

[ will she hate him for this? probably. but he wasn't the one who went off and got married behind his back. not to mention that he's been here for hours now and he still hasn't received his kiss. being as frustrated and caught off guard as he is, this is entirely her fault and she deserves this.

as for vision, well — pietro doesn't know what he's supposed to even do with the giant robot at this point. ]

But don't worry. I will make myself comfortable.

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You are impossible. [Her exhale is audible, even as Pietro talks and moves and shifts the sheets around to accommodate him. She has little choice, really, but to sit up, fingers turning to switch the bedside lamp on. Illuminated now, she turns to Pietro with her brow furrowed and her arms crossed. ]

If you had asked, I might have turned the sofa into a sofa bed.

[This is besides the point, she knows. Keeping up appearances, as she has always done. For a moment she falters, weak and fond of his stupid grin, the warmth of his body so achingly familiar and yet --

She bites her bottom lip for a moment and glances to Vision, shoulders sagging a little. ] Vis, honey -- [It is so American; Pietro can mock her for it later.] I'm sorry. Do you mind? I can make the bed bigger. [There is a look in her eyes; pleading, begging him not to ask why. Exhausting as the last few days have been, she's not sure how convincing her lies will be, or even that she will want to. ]

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If this is merely a case of comfort, then I can take the sofa downstairs. [ A reminder, for the most part, that he does not really require sleep and therefore does not need to remain here; he certainly looks the picture of sleep, though, with his eye mask perched on his forehead and his matching pajama set, the only clothing he has available for sleeping in from their shared closet.

Based on Pietro's insistence in carving out a space for himself in the bed, however, the synthezoid suspects that there is something more to the whole thing than an uncomfortable sleeping arrangement. There are aspects of their relationship he has obviously not been privy to, but seeing it cast in a very obvious bedside light now makes it plain that they have an attachment, one completely singular to themselves. ]

Wanda, darling. [ He's not impatient, per se, but definitely not level either, and the look on his wife's face mollifies him, as if often does. His shoulders sag, relenting, and he leans back against the headboard, gaze shifting between the twins' faces. ] Oh, alright.

[ Ultimately, he won't be sleeping either way, so he can make the concession, even if he's not entirely sure why he has to in the first place. ]

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Yes, you can do that. [ he says this to vision almost immediately as he makes the suggestion, all too eager to get rid of the robot if it means taking his sister back for himself, especially if it's going to be that easy.

of course, the one who makes this extra difficult is wanda herself as she tries to find an alternate strategy. pietro's brows knit together, displeased at the idea of simply making the bed bigger. while it's better than simply immediately getting kicked out to fend for himself again and resort to his loneliness on the sofa downstairs, it partially defeats the purpose of the close contact he'd wanted in the first place. ]

A tiny bed has never bothered you before. [ looking to wanda, he gives a dramatic pout of his lips, already protesting. ] You used to drape your whole body on me no matter how much space we had. You could do the same now.

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[The bed shifts quickly, and with a quick, audible thump. Along with it, the sheets stretch and the pillows multiply. This is for the best, because Wanda feels a strong desire to whack Pietro with one as soon as he starts speaking again. ]

Vision, you do not have to sleep on the couch. [She is not exasperated, but there is a colour to her face now that suggests mild embarrassment. Look, she wants to say, I am a grown up person with a grown up husband!! Instead, she elbows Pietro on the arm and says, very patiently: ] Can I speak to you in the hallway for a second, Pietro?

[There is a way that perhaps she wanted all of this to go. A way to ease Vision not only to Pietro's personality, but also to their little habits. Their closeness. There are conversations that have yet to be had, about boundaries, and things which made sense in the past and perhaps might only ever make sense here, in this little bubble that Wanda has made. This is her perfect reality, after all, and while she cannot make Vision or Pietro do whatever she wants, she can pout and fold her arms enough that maybe they might at least come to an understanding.]