Pietro was standing, but not standing still. He was drumming his fingers against his thigh, or fidgeting about. He was almost vibrating with the sheer effort of saying in one spot. He was not going to leave the apartment, even if it felt incredibly small at the moment - there was a very strong, very serious storm going on out there, and he was not going to leave Wanda or his niece.
Some of the tension left his shoulders when Wanda made a request of him. That he could do. He used his speed powers to take him to the closet retrieve a blanket and was back seconds after Wanda had finished making her request.
He held it out to her, looking down at Eira, concern plain on his face. He didn't have much (any) experience with children and he didn't know what a normal level of fussing was. He looked up to Wanda. "Is she quite all right?"