Imagine: Pietro getting you a dress. "For my princesa."Pietro smiled, or rather smouldered as he handed you a sparkly silver dress. "What's this for?"You asked. "Our date tomorrow."The speedster winked. "It's beautiful."You gushed."Wait...hold on. Did you steal this?" "No no no, princesa, of course not."Pietro gave a toothy smile."But your welcome and I have to go do something. Bye!" "Bye..."You rolled your eyes playfully as he sped off. *** "Wanda, sister dearest?"Pietro sung into his phone. "What did you do?"She sighed, her accent thick. (remember when she had one) "I need you to go pay the boutique down the road I will pay you back I promise." "Moron."
