𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫
𝔠𝔞𝔰·​𝔱𝔩𝔢 | \ ˈ𝔨𝔞-𝔰ə𝔩 \
𝔇𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 (𝔈𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶 1 𝔬𝔣 2)
1𝔞: 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
𝔟: 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢
2: 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

Erion walked down the stairs, almost tripping as a blue blur passed by her. She let out a yelp as a head of white invaded her view.

"Pietro!"

The speedster bashfully looked away with a blush.

"Sorry, princess." He smiled before speeding away to the kitchen.

Erion rolled her eyes and let out a huff, blowing one of her snow strands of hair out of her face.

Her boots clicked on the ground as she walked with her head held high.

Her steps faltered as she noticed the array of food.

"What's this?"

Pietro smiled, "Apology breakfast?"

Erion narrowed her eyes. "Depends, do you have-"

"Strawberries?" He held up a bowl filled with bright red and pink fruit.

She gasped, "Deal."

She quickly snatched the bowl of pink from his hand and instantly grabbed one, almost moaning at the taste.

"Forgiven?" Pietro raised his eyebrow.

Erion pursed her lips, thinking. "Yeah."

Pietro grinned, "Good."

They soon fell into silence and for once it wasn't comfortable but awkward with tension.

Erion cleared her throat, picking at the green stem.

"I had a dream... Or a vision."

Pietro placed his food down, "About what?"

Erion remained silent.

"Princess?"

"The Eternals getting back together."

Pietro's mouth dropped in shock for a moment before he collected himself. Erion had confided in Pietro about the Eternals after he chose to stay instead of returning to his life, claiming that not only could his sister look after herself but giving Erion company was the least he could do for saving his life.

"When?"

Erion shrugged, "I dunno... Soon?"

Pietro sighed. "Well... We better get back."

Pietro stood up with his plate now empty.

"Pietro, you're not going."

Pietro stopped mid-step and he slowly turned around. "What?"

Erion sighed, "You can't go. It's not safe."

"But you're going!"

"Yes, and I've trained for thousands of years! I have experience with the dicks, you don't. If you go you'll be a distraction to me and you could get hurt." Erion placed her bowl down and turned to him.

Pietro glared. "I'm going."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No. You're not."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Viserion!"

Erion quickly stood up, her stool falling to the floor. Her fist started frosting and the table slowly iced over.

"Do not call me that."

Pietro gulped and took a deep breath. He nodded, "Sorry."

"No... no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't blow up over you calling me my name." Erion sighed, shaking her head.

"No, I knew how you'd react. I know you don't like it because it reminds you of..." Pietro trailed off, not wanting to hurt her with the sensitive topic. The sight of her choking on her own sobs with shaking hands forever living in his memories.

Once again they fell into silence as Erion held her breath.

"I won't fight. But I want to help, even if it's just causing a distraction. Or better yet, just being there!"

Pietro smirked and gave her a flirtatious look, "And we both know I'm good at keeping you company."

Erion held back her smile as she turned to face the man, who in many ways, reminded her of a bunny.

"Promise?"

Pietro quickly nodded making a blue trail linger around his head, his superspeed kicking in with his excitement.

Erion lightly chuckled before grinning at a thought.

"Do you know sign language?"