Pietro pressed a quick kiss to Wanda's cheek before taking up a seat on one of the couches, giving himself a quick once over, as their father didn't seem overly interested, someone had to be. Nothing too serious, but he was sore, tired and bruised. He'd give almost anything for a cigarette, but there was no way he was asking Magnus right now, not in this mood. He wondered if this silent treatment was to be the punishment. He'd rather be hit. The silence always had a way of creating a far more anxious environment for him, certain that at any moment he might snap.