Disclaimer: Still, Don't own them. Oh, I was re-reading the first two chapters, and I noticed two things:

Pietro is running around, diving under tables and the such, in naught but a towel in chapter one. I would like to offer apologies to anyone that may have mentally scarred for life. ^_^() the * by Strawberry shampoo in Chapter one was suppose to be because I love strawberry shampoo….so Pietro does too.

Warning: The slash starts here!

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-3 And once you realize what's going on, You'll stop.

            The Harry Potter band aid made Pietro happy. Of course, a lot of things made the teen happy; if they could hold his attention, they would make him happy. No one would argue with you there.

"Pietro? It's a band aid. Live with it."

"Shut up, Lance. What do you want?"

            Lance closed the door to the younger teen's bedroom, and made his way to sit beside him on the bed.

"It's quiet in here. Do you realize how loud and annoying Todd and Freddy can be when locked in a house all day? And not only that; the power went out. And the water heater is fried."

"Fried? Or frozen? Because, you know, if you can find what's frying it, we could use it for heat…"

"Oh har de har, Pietro. I do have a fire going downstairs, you know. You don't have to sit up here, nursing your flesh wound."

            Pietro's eyes narrowed on Lance. Lance, who was unbelievably cute as he blew a strand of brown hair out of his face. Pietro smiled.

"So, why are you up here? Any particular reason?" Lance's question bounced around the room a moment until Pietro replied.

"I couldn't stay down there anymore; my bed is so warm."

Lance laughed. Pietro had a point; his bed was the warmest place in the house. Since Pietro got cold easily, he had plenty of blankets on his bed.

            Of course, Lance didn't know this from experience. Although, sometimes, when he'd be folding laundry and come across one of the many comforters, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he crawled into that big, soft, cushy bed with his friend.

            Sometimes, Pietro wondered the same thing. Of course, he wouldn't say anything about it; Lance would flip. And while Lance, flipping, seemed like a fun thing to be witness to, he didn't think it was ion his best health. So he wondered in silence.

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            Later, Todd decided that the silence emitting from up the stairs could mean one of two things. Either Lance and Pietro had killed each other out of boredom, or they had finally realized what Todd had seen all along; that they were head over heels for each other. As Freddy was currently hovering around Wanda as she salvaged whatever she could for supper, he decided to go seek out the two missing teens.  Heading up the stairs, he hoped that whatever they were doing, they did it before he reached the room. While Todd had nothing against people who were…well, 'like that'; he didn't want to see anything to graphic. He had Wanda, whether she knew it or not.

            Reaching the door, Todd let out a quick knock. "Yo, you guys in here?" he called, cracking open the door to see….Lance and Pietro, curled up under Pietro's many blankets. Silently, Todd closed the door and headed back downstairs.

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Yo, sorry for such a short chapter…^_^() But I had a brainstorm for the next one.  Ja ne!