Doubt is a pain too lonely Characters: Pietro, Wanda, Open to Clint Setting: Wanda's Apartment Content: PG-13? Summary: The twins haven't talked in a while.
It felt strange, being apart from his sister. It wasn't the first time, obviously, and he was a grown man, he could function without her on a day to day bases. But it was the little things that cropped up sometimes that made his heart twinge. Wanda was more than just a sister, she was his twin. That was like an other part of himself, and she wasn't there to tell him how her day was, or drag him outside at three in the morning for no discernible reason. He had Wicked for that now, and he loved he her,; she fit into his life in a way he'd never quite expected. The two of them shouldn't work, they were such different people, but some how it fit.
He pulled the end of his scarf from over his shoulder, smoothing it against his jacket and rapped his knuckle's against Wanda's door. Their door. Knocking was strange. He didn't like. But things changed when you got older, didn't they. They'd changed.