This takes place after the Avengers movie, but about a year before AoU, I'd say around 2014. Also, speaking from personal experience, there is a lot of people of people who smoke in Eastern Europe. As someone with allergies(I dunno it's just my eyes get really itchy and so does my throat) to tobacco smoke, it's difficult.
Pietro sat on the couch in their tiny apartment. It had three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen/dining room/living room, and the bedroom. There was also a balcony, but Wanda was the only one who used it. Pietro made his sister sleep in the bedroom, and he always took the couch. Unless it was a heat wave, then he slept in the bedroom, the only room with air conditioning.
He heard the door rattle, his sister was home from her work (she was an assistant at the library). When she entered, he shouted to her cheerfully. "Zdravo, Wanda!"
She rolled her eyes. "Pietro, we're supposed to be speaking in English. Practice, remember?"
He let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. But you are the one who is good with languages. I am the fast one, and you are the smart one, remember?"
She laughed, a rare sound these days. "You're right Pietro. I am the smart one." She went over to the balcony and stepped outside, lighting a cigarette.
Pietro went over to the door she just went through. "Wanda, you should not smoke those… death sticks. They will kill you!"
She pulled her cigarette out of her mouth and rolled her eyes. "I've told you before, I only smoke when I'm stressed."
"Which is all the time. I do not like having to breathe smoke all the time outside the house, and then you smoke. I just… I worry. I volim te." He was shuffling his feet nervously.
Wanda rolled her eyes affectionately. "Don't worry then. I'll be fine. I love you too."
"Wanda! Wanda! Look!" Wand glanced up from her book and saw her brother pointing at an article in the classified section of a newspaper. "This organization is offering a million Dinars per person just to do some tests! We would be rich!"
"We could use the money. What's the organization's name? Does it say what kind of test?"
"It's an American company called SHIELD, and they are testing an experimental drug. I think we should sign up!"
"I… I suppose so."
When these SHIELD people had infused them with magic, their bodies had seen it as an attack. The clause in Hela's spell activated, and both their magics had fought for them. Hela's (or was it Wanda's now?) easily surpassed the magic in her body from the scepter. Pietro's (Sleipnir's?) magic certainly was not as strong. Hela's sorcery was roughly the second most powerful in the universe (behind their father's, and, if she weren't dead, Hela's mother's as well) so it left only one outward effect on her body: her once brown eyes were red. But his magic's fight for his body left some… more major side effects. His hair became a platinum blonde (and really? Really?) which was… not desirable… his eyes also changed from their deep brown to a light shade of blue. He could feel a telepath's mind brushing against the edges of his own. Hela. He let her in. 'I can see your hair, Brother! It's hilarious!' Pietro ducked his head, knowing his sister would never let him live it down. 'These SHIELD people, they're really called HYDRA, and I don't trust them. It's obvious all throughout their minds they wish us to be weapons.'
Pietro thought on that for a moment. 'Perhaps if they trust us, then we can slowly destroy their organization from the inside! Better watch out Sis, or else I'll be the smart one!'
'Hah, as if, Pony. Or, as uncle Thor would've said, "Nay".'
'Oh for the love of- I am disappointed in you! You could have at least had the decency to tell a quality pun. I am disowning you.'
Serbian
Zdravo - Hello
I volim te - And I love you
I'm probably not going to do too much more with this until I finish my other big story, which I'm setting to max priority. I haven't seen the Avengers in a while, so I have to write while watching the movie, which is really difficult, and that's why there's a bit of delay. I will reassure you that I'm trying to work as fast as possible, and I hate my own pace more than anything else. This was supposed to be reassuring and helpful, and it's honestly not, but whatever.
~Ace
