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Pietro Maximoff (Django Frank), professional dick (quicksilvering) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2012-07-28 21:41:00

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Who: Pietro and Parker (Django and Alice!)
What: Making and eating cupcakes
When: Today, Saturday
Where: Parker's place
Status: In progress
Rating: G for now.

In the middle of what might have been an alien invasion, Pietro was getting into his car to hang out with a friend and bake cupcakes. He honestly wasn't sure which part was stranger, the aliens or his having a friend... and being so utterly domestic, but he didn't let his thoughts linger on this conundrum for long. There were fuzzy things in the streets, squished remains of fluff on the side of highways, and at every turn, Pietro witness people sweeping the stupid things out of their houses or off of their streets. It was almost funny, in the weirdest possible way. There was a part of him, of course, that suspected that he should have worried more, but these things weren't eating people yet. So for now they were annoying and humorous.

After turning and parking a block away from Alice's, Pietro jogged from his car to her building. Some stranger was kind enough to let him in as she left and Pietro rode the elevator up. In moments, he was in front of Alice's door. He knocked lightly and pleasantly. Who knew that having friends could be fun?

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airducts
2012-08-04 09:07 am UTC (link)

"Usually, yeah," she agreed. "Sometimes I have not so good ones from before I was with the team, but the ones with the team were all really good. Everything seemed to work out even if it wasn't how we planned it." Parker shrugged. His next question about friends, though, made her pause and look away. "They were my family," she admitted finally. "We were all really close."

The little moment of loneliness passed quickly, and she looked up at him. "What about you? What have you dreamed about?"

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quicksilvering
2012-08-04 04:44 pm UTC (link)

He noticed how she turned her head away and frowned. The last thing Pietro wanted to do was make her sad. "Sorry," he said after a moment. "Maybe they'll show up. Or you can find them?" It'd be difficult, but probably not impossible if she knew what they looked like and their names.

When she asked about his dreams, it was Pietro's turn to look away. He didn't like divulging such sensitive information, but his dreams were stupid. And, unlike Alice, he didn't really have a warm spot for anyone in them save for Wanda. And that didn't really count. "I dream about... bad guys." Pietro gave her a small, forced smile and then shrugged. "I don't know. My dreams are stupid. In one I'm being hunted for being different. In another I'm joining some group of bad guys." It just figured. After a moment of fidgeting, Pietro met Alice's eyes and shook his head. "Not as cool as yours."

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airducts
2012-08-05 05:49 am UTC (link)

The truth was, Parker had looked. She'd tried internet searches, looking through local records, even the phone book. There were no matches in Orange County, and if she went national, there would probably be too many. And even if she did find them, what would she say? 'I had dreams about you'? Instead, she just gave Pietro a smile. "I'll keep looking," she told him.

As he started talking about his dreams, it was her turn to frown. She hadn't meant for it to be a sensitive topic, and she recognized that sort of forced smile– it was the same one she gave whenever anyone asked about her parents or her childhood. Without a word, she held out the batter spoon for him. Cupcake batter made everything better.

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quicksilvering
2012-08-05 06:11 am UTC (link)

"I'll help if I can," Pietro offered with a small shrug. He knew there was little he could do without photos and solid information on the people they were looking for. Still, he didn't mind lending Alice whatever he had to help.

"Thanks," he said as he took the spoon. The cloud that had hung over his head dissipated as he got the taste of batter on his tongue. "This is good."

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airducts
2012-08-06 05:12 pm UTC (link)

"Course it is," Parker responded brightly, happy to see the gloomy mood that surrounded both of them go away. She didn't like seeing him upset. It made her insides twist all weird. "I made it."

The timer on the oven made a little 'ping' noise, and she shuffled off to get the cupcakes out of the oven. The smell of fresh-baked cupcakes permeated the apartment, and she grinned. "Done!"

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quicksilvering
2012-08-06 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Pietro smiled, watching Alice take the cupcakes out and set them down to cool. It seemed like such a motherly thing to do to him. He couldn't really remember if any of his foster mothers had ever done such a thing for him, but it was how he pictured an ideal mom to be. Not that he wanted to equal Alice with moms in his head.

"So," Pietro slid up to where the cupcakes where. "I should probably not stuff these into my mouth." He was grinning in a way that suggested he might, though it was out of playfulness and less that he actually wanted to try to eat steaming hot baked goods.

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airducts
2012-08-11 04:24 pm UTC (link)

"Well, you could if you wanted to scorch the hell out of your mouth." Parker shrugged, opening the fridge to grab the bowl of homemade buttercream frosting she'd put in there earlier. The cupcakes had to cool before they could start decorating.

She glanced up at him with a smirk. "Which would be hilarious, but trust me, burns suck. And mouth burns are the worst. Nothing tastes right for like two centuries." Clearly, she was speaking from hot baked good-stuffing experience.

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quicksilvering
2012-08-11 04:37 pm UTC (link)

Pietro knew mouth burns. Someone didn't eat like him without becoming injured once or twice. He raised a brow and sighed heavily, as though having to be patient was the worst sort of fate.

"So are you going to open a bakery one day?" He eyed the frosting with something like lust, but didn't run over to it and stick his face it in. He had a little bit of self control.

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airducts
2012-08-11 04:46 pm UTC (link)

Parker snorted at that. "Of course not. Bakeries are tasty but I'd get so bored. You can't jump off buildings when you're trying to bake every day."

Her dreams involved a lot more building-jumping than her waking life. So far, at least. That could always change. Standing on her tiptoes to get to another cabinet, she grabbed a two small bowls, spooning some of the frosting into each and sliding one towards him. "Frosting's the best part. I always make extra."

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	quicksilvering 2012-08-11 04:49 pm UTC (link)
	Pietro, who was tall and thin and could reach high shelves with little difficulty, moved to help but didn't make it on time. He stopped mid step, and started grinning when she gave him the bowl. "Thanks," he said. "You're planning on jumping off buildings?" He dipped his index finger in the frosting. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	airducts 2012-08-11 04:57 pm UTC (link)
	Parker handed him a spoon before grabbing one of her own and digging into the frosting. There was no need to get her fingers all sticky before she had to. She shook her head at his question. "Not right now, anyway. I don't have the right equipment for it." Her tone was thoughtful. "I want to though." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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