Even for Pietro, this was all a bit fast, and he was still blinking in surprise from Barton’s kiss when his sister explained, and had managed a breathless, “What?” when the explosions started. His head whipped round, eyes wide and head a jumble of emotions. Were they all dead? Tony? Steve? The baby? And how could the tower... And even knowing that, he couldn’t help but wince at seeing his childhood home crumble to the ground, feeling sick at the sight of it.
He turned his head, swallowing heavily and palming the back of his neck. Was the mansion even empty? Just because his father was absent didn’t mean it was empty.