So obviously there's an established relationship here. I think it works pretty well. The slow build up will be after Pietro may or may not bite the dust. Totally haven't decided yet.


"What are those?" Pietro asked as I popped another piece of baby corn into my mouth.

"Baby corn." I replied through the crunching.

"They look like large yellow naked moles rat but with spikes." He commented, taking a sip of coffee. I paused my crunching for a second, thinking about it.

"They do not." I glared at him.

"You're eating mole rats with spikes." He decided, nodding his head.

"Well...you're drinking tar." I smacked his arm, huffing as he snorted.

"She loses her memory again, and things do not change still." Wanda sat across from us, sighing. I'd been told little bits and pieces over time. I was told a lot about Tony Stark and how he'd killed their parents essentially. I was also told partly how I'd gotten here.

They'd found me unconscious in the middle of a riot to protest foreign territories invading Sokovia, took me back with them. When I'd awoken then, I had no memory either but I grew fond of Pietro quickly. I asked why he'd introduced himself again if he'd already thought of me as his partner and he explained Wanda told him too. According to Wanda, we'd spent close to a year together when we all volunteered for the trials.

They couldn't tell me where I'd been before that or what I was doing there but I was a brunette back then for sure. It gave me hope that my hunch was confirmed. Wanda had a few photos laying around her room from back then. I think we all slept in the same one bedroom apartment and Wanda and I worked in a coffee shop. This was a much better life. Pietro didn't have to steal food or money or gamble for it.

"Why would they change? We just had a little bump in the road." Pietro asked with another snort as he took one of my hands under the table. I'd never gotten over the novelty of him taking my hand. I could feel all the electrons vibrating in his skin and hair and muscles and everything all at once. It was like a sudden high that I didn't want to let go of.

"I was under the impression we'd all grown from this a little." Wanda raised her brows at us.

"Eh." I shrugged, popping another piece of corn into my mouth.

"I may age but I'll never grow up." He grinned, squeezing my hand. I gave him a slight squeeze back and a bit of a static shock that just made him giggle. I think it might have just tickled him.

"I can tell. You two are just as awful to be around as before. Gives me a headache, listening to your thoughts." Wanda grumbled and got up, walking away with her tray of food. We delved into silence for a few moments as I continued to eat the corn. I knew it was an odd breakfast meal but I liked it.

"Do you ever think about life outside of here, Silvia?" Pietro's voice was muted and nearly covered by the sounds of everyone eating in the same dining hall as us. Everyone in the base ate in here, from List to Strucker or the soldiers.

"What do you mean?" I raised a brow.

"A...normal life. Where we're not training nonstop to kill a man and his team, I don't know." He sighed and let go of my hand to cover his face.

"I think about it after we kill him. Like...settling down, I guess." I shrugged suddenly feeling very awkward about the subject. He seemed to stop rubbing his face and I swear I could see him peeking at me from behind his hands.

"I have something for you." He stood, taking my plate and his in a stack and sitting them on the disposal areas. I followed behind him as we walked at a quick pace for me but mildly slow for him. We stopped in front his room, I waited for him outside it as he went in. I knew I could technically just go into his room but I felt uncomfortable when it was during the work day to do so. He came back out a second later with a black box in his hands and said nothing when he handed it to me. Pietro wasn't always the romantic but he could be in little ways.

"Gloves?" I questioned warily as I opened the lid to find leather gloves that had fingers cut off.

"Yeah. They're real leather. I know that it works to stop having your little volts go everywhere. I thought, maybe, you could use them to get a better direction to aim in or something."He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back on the door frame. I smiled down at the box as I looked back at it and picked up a glove, forcing it over my rings. I wore a lot of jewelry to help the conductivity of my electricity when I channeled it through my fingers.

"These are lovely." I smiled and put my hands on his shoulders to stretch up and kiss him. I was on my tippy toes as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me a little closer. His head was resting above mine, I could feel all of his prickly chin hairs on my head.

Wanda said the first time he'd gotten a kiss out of me, it was stolen in an argument that he declared he won when I went silent . Another time he'd just written me a letter and actually bought a rose from the old woman a few floors below us. It was a bittersweet memory I didn't have. I might never have it. She always claimed he looked out for us, no matter the situation we were safe with him around and that my memory's would return one day.

"Does it ever bother you that you can't remember our time in Sokovia?" He sighed into my hair. I know it made him sad sometimes that I didn't remember anything. I didn't remember the efforts he went through for Wanda and I or how they even accepted me into their home so easily when they had so little in the first place. Wanda claimed it was because I was an orphan and Pietro wouldn't have me living on the streets if he could help it.

"It does. Mostly because I know it bothers you." I mumbled into his chin.

"We're going to have to go soon. Wanda say's its close to time." His hands started rubbing my back methodically. Right. Sometimes I forgot that she'd connected to both mine and Pietro's minds.

"Alright." I nodded and pulled away a tad, sliding on the other glove with some fascination. Maybe this would work much better now.


It was fantastic to know just how much electricity went into buildings and objects everywhere as time flew by. Normal humans had barely any power, maybe 20 millivolts, 100 tops if they were big enough or scared enough. But! I could just barely disrupt impulses and signals in their bodies if I was close enough without hurting them for life if I was gentle. I was what List called an conductor, I could channel it through my body, siphon power from another source, and manipulate it for my own.

It was during one of our last training sessions that I found I could finally beat Pietro 3 to 5. I never truly attacked him or Wanda with the intention to knock them unconscious but the beauty of Pietro was that because he moved so fast, all his electrons vibrated so much more. That meant he produced so much more energy, energy that I figured out how to take.

"Wha-" Pietro started slowing down, looking confused. I ran the electricity, taken from his legs, up to my arm. I could feel it swaying back and forth under my skin. I stuck the arm out and caught him in the shoulder, he fell down which made me immediately stop sending the electricity.

"Pietro?" I asked, worried now when he didn't move anymore. I put my hands on his shoulder and shook a little. He didn't really respond. I looked up to Wanda through the plastic, terrified now. Could she hear his mind? She looked panicked as well so I started shaking him harder. He couldn't have died. Ohmygod, I've killed him.

"Pietro!" I yelled his name, shaking him harder. How did I let myself do this to him? It was supposed to be just a little shock.

"Boo!" He jumped up abruptly, with his hands posed in claws to scare me. I definitely did that.

"AH!" I shrieked and jumped back out of fright.

"Oh my god. You should have seen your face." He clutched his sides as he started laughing, loudly.

"You asshole!" I scoffed with anger as I kicked him as hard as I could.

"Oh. Ah. Y-you...and then shakey-shakey." He fell back a little but it did nothing to stop his laughter, gasping for breath between bouts of laughter. I glared at him and kicked him again, this time with more electricity than force.

"That wasn't funny." Wanda called out from the plastic, huffing out there by herself. List didn't watch over our training any more, just handed Pietro the phone to call more guards or a new trainer to come in, or just to report damages. He handed it to me at first but I kept frying their insides by accident.

"It wasn't funny, Pietro!" I groaned as he sat up again, this time quieting his laughter.

"Y-you're right." He wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded.

"Definitely right." He nodded again, looking actually serious.

"How long can you keep that face up?" I asked sarcastically. I could see the corner of his mouth perking up then relaxing continuously as he shook his head.

"Not that long." He busted out laughing again as I rolled my eyes and stood, brushing off the dust.

"Your turn, Wanda." I grinned as I went out the door and his laughter stopped almost immediately. She could take him down with ease, he had literally nothing but speed to stop her.

"Lovely." She commented as the door closed behind her. She was totally pissed.


I left after another round with Wanda in the training room to go to my room and shower. I was a little tired as well as smelly. When I used the electricity a lot, sometimes the tips of my fingers or toes would be burnt and I'd be ridiculously tired. I think I'd spent a little too much tonight because I didn't quite make it to my room. I sort of let my legs collapse in the hall, scraping them against the brick.

"Silvia? What happened?" I heard Pietro's voice bounce off the walls a little later. I guess he'd finally finished going against the trainer.

"Just...reallllly tired." I mumbled as I felt his hands wrap around the backs of my knees and waist.

"You can't keep over extending yourself." He scolded as a door opened. He smelled good, surprisingly.

"You can't tell me what to do." I grumbled as he laid me down on what I think was my bed. It might have been his. I rolled over and closed my eyes, drifting off into a light sleep.

"Does she need water or food or anything?" Wanda's accented floated through my dreams in what felt like a second.

"No. She'll just need sleep, I think." There was a hand that was almost petting me as it ran up my shoulder and down to my hip. It felt nice.

"Alright. I'll leave you two alone then." Wanda seemed to agree to the sleep and stopped talking. The silence let me drift back to sleep still feeling the hand drift over my shoulder.