Quietly laughing at the way Wanda violently unwrapped her gift, he sat back and enjoyed the look on her face when she finally opened it. Just as he had suspected, he'd done well. "It wasn't so easy getting that, you know. Daring the streets these days is more dangerous than ever before," he said, recalling how he'd managed to find the small store that still had some of its merchandise intact. "But nothing is too good for my most precious sister."
Pietro laughed, picking up the pieces of stray wrapping that had fallen on the floor, rolling them up and tossing them into the garbage like a basketball. "Ha! You say that like we are so old. I can still run as fast as I could when we were fifteen. If not faster! And you, my dearest sister, have never been more beautiful. We are at the peak of our lives." It should have been true. They should have been enjoying their lives to the fullest now, but instead they were here.
"I miss it too," he said gently to his sister, placing his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. He saw the nostalgic look coming onto her face from a mile away and he couldn't help but relate to it. Transia had been such a good home to them. It would probably be the only home they could ever really name as such. Now, in the space of such a dark time, it was almost painful to look back on their naive happiness, before they had ever really known of things such as mutants and viruses. "I'm glad you like it, Wanda," he said, smiling at her fondly.