𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 // ℙ. 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗

Chapter 33: The Apology

"Zappy."

"Speedy."

"I am bored."

"Nice to meet you bored, I'm Farah," She said with a smirk on her face. She and Pietro were sitting on her bed. Pietro had his head in her lap and Farah was studying notes out of one of her notebooks. She was mindlessly running her hand through his hair and he had been sleeping, but now that Pietro was awake he wanted attention.

Pietro rolled his eyes and looked up at her, "That is not helpful" He said. Farah glanced down at him, "So find something to do," Farah said looking back at her notes. She could see him raise his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes again "And not me you idiot" She joked. Pietro snarled his lip a bit.

"You have been studying for hours, you should take a break," Pietro said looking at her. Farah sighed and looked down at him. He was probably right, she was going to give herself a headache if she read more about Aviation Systems. She set her notes down and ran a hand through his white-tipped hair and she smirked.

"Can I braid your hair?" She asked expecting him to say no. Pietro smiled a bit and nodded. He quickly sat up so she could. Farah was honestly surprised.

"Really?" She asked looking at him.

He nodded, "Oh yeah, when Wanda was first learning to braid hair I used to let her practice on me all the time." Pietro said turning around and Farah smiled to herself. Come on, that's adorable. Pietro honestly just liked when people played with his hair.

Farah kneeled behind him and began to section off his hair. His hair wasn't super long so she had to take smaller pieces. They sat there for a moment, Farah just braiding his hair.

"Thor told me yesterday that he would train me if I wanted him to." Farah said as she continued to pull strands of his hair.

Pietro raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? Did you say yes?" He asked curiously as she sighed.

"I didn't really say yes or no, I guess I just wanted to think about it." Farah said as Pietro sat there. "I mean it probably would be a good idea, but Pietro he's my dad, I just-I don't know," She said accidentally messing up a section of his hair. She grumbled a bit and went back.

Pietro sighed. "Well, it really is your decision." He said placing his hands in his laps. He smiled a bit as her fingers ran through his hair and intertwined with it. "Maybe do not think of him as your dad and more like Clint or Natasha, someone who can help you," He said.

Farah sighed and nodded, "Yeah you're probably right" She said as she finished his braid. She only braided the top part of his hair since the back was shorter. She tied the french braid off in a little nub and smiled to herself, "Alright, finished it" She said.

Pietro got up and went to look in the mirror. Farah crawled forward on the bed so she was laying on her stomach and she watched him. He checked himself out in the mirror and admired her work. It was a little messy and would probably fall out in a few minutes, but he didn't mind. He walked back towards the bed and looked at Farah with a sigh.

Farah's eye was all bruised and black from Wanda's punch yesterday. Pietro kneeled down on the ground so their faces were eye-level and he placed a hand on her cheek, gently brushing his thumb over the cut on her eyebrow. Farah grimaced in pain at his touch, it was still pretty sore. He frowned.

"Sorry, Princessa," he said moving his hand down so it was just on her cheek. Pietro looked at her with his blue eyes, "You should talk to Wanda, she feels really terrible" He said.

Farah nodded and sighed, "Yeah, I should probably apologize," She said giving him a tired look, "Even though she punched me" Farah muttered under her breath. Pietro shook his head with a small smirk and gently kissed her lips. She kissed him back and wanted to deepen it, but then he pulled away and began to walk towards the door.