"Pietro?..."
What?
What?!
Speak
Fucking speak!
Eyes blinked - a long sigh like she is still trying to make up her mind about what syllabals to use.
You aren't done, I can see you trying to continue the sentence.
Wow you have great hair today.
Curled?
Yeah. It smells like hair spray.
What is it?!!!
"...are you..."
Say it.
Fuck.
Just talk.
As if you're fucking sewed up Dead Pool.
Man poor guy.
He's fucked up.
Maybe that's a good idea for that one dude...
Naw.
"...okay?"
"Yeah."
She blinked as if my response was too fast.
Oopse did I cut her off again?
Shit.
But hey.
At least I didn't go check that goddamn coffee pot again.
It will never boil.
Can bubbles rise any slower?
It's like as slow as Scott Summers thinks.
Okay maybe not that slow.
Maybe like as slow as it would take for Captain America to get a joke.
Her eyes are kinda sad though.
Man, how many times can you blink before talking?
They're almost looking at me like a puppy.
I want a puppy...
"I can tell..." she begins again.
Oh god, here it comes.
In the next fucking eon.
Maybe.
But that's in a good day.
This is the part of the show where my sister fucking analyzes my issues.
Hah.
Or what issues she has decided they are.
Oh god just say it.
Maybe she's actually frozen in time this time.
Maybe.
One can wonder.
Hahahahhaha.
Ohhhhh another time warp maybe.
Can it at least be to the future this time?
Maybe like Star Trek alternate universe.
Oh yeah.
"...I can tell when you're not okay."
"I'm fine... you're just..."
And how do you put this...
"Never mind, Wanda. "
You're just...
...slow.