The friendship between the twins and Yelena was likely inevitable at some point. A bit like kids growing up with parents who were friends— you hang around someone enough, eventually the friendship just sort of happens. Pietro particularly enjoyed Yelena’s brand of sass that she brings along everywhere she goes.
He hasn’t been to a carnival in years. A decade or more now, he supposes. Back when he was young and his parents were still alive. It’s an odd feeling, that sort of reminiscence isn’t something he allows himself often.
Pietro is a blur of motion before pulling himself to a short stop next to Yelena. “Do you always do yoga in parking lots?”
“I do yoga wherever there’s space, Maximoff.” Unfussed, she tilts to the side; leans down and touches her toes; glances up at him from the bend of her knee. “I have done yoga in a creaky attic in Siberia, and in a dark warehouse in Bolivia, and in your kitchen. It helps to stay limber, you know. You never know when you might need to jump into real action, even at a carnival. And don’t you ever get cramps?”
To illustrate, she swats at his leg. Pietro automatically sidesteps long before her hand even gets close to him, though, and she snorts in amusement before straightening with a long stretch and a yawn.
“I need energy and sugar. Will you buy me cotton candy?”
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Date: 2022-09-08 08:23 pm (UTC)He hasn’t been to a carnival in years. A decade or more now, he supposes. Back when he was young and his parents were still alive. It’s an odd feeling, that sort of reminiscence isn’t something he allows himself often.
Pietro is a blur of motion before pulling himself to a short stop next to Yelena. “Do you always do yoga in parking lots?”
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Date: 2022-09-26 03:46 am (UTC)To illustrate, she swats at his leg. Pietro automatically sidesteps long before her hand even gets close to him, though, and she snorts in amusement before straightening with a long stretch and a yawn.
“I need energy and sugar. Will you buy me cotton candy?”