"And you say I'm impatient," he said with a smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead before closing the door behind him. "Besides, you have to savor this. Who knows when the next chance will be that I can shower you with gifts?" It was spoken out of love, but his sincerity still carried just a bit of bitterness in it. He couldn't help but be tired with their current situation. To be so trapped in these walls and not free to run wherever he wanted. It was quickly driving him out of his mind.
The only solace he did have was being with his sister. She was what kept him sane. The calm, sweet serenity that kept him from crawling out of his skin and flying everywhere at once. Fortunately, for everyone else, she was also what kept him from snapping at every person that dared come within two feet of him. Truly, it was the little things that mattered the most in a sibling relationship.
Still, not wanting to keep his present from her any longer, he held out the box to her, taking a seat on her bed where he could watch her open it. Inside was a long, billowing skirt of different materials and colors with gems stitched into the different layers. Pietro wasn't the most savvy when it came to fashion, but he knew his sister and he knew her tastes and though he was almost sure of it, he certainly hoped she would like it. "It reminded me of the one you used to wear when we would dance as children. Do you remember, Wanda?"