In a Sulk

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly. He knew it sounded peculiar, considering his impatience and his violent disposition. And Wanda was one of the few who knew that about him, that he could make them.:: "Our father made dolls, and I wanted to enter the family trade."

[Typhoid]

"You were good at it?" she asked, curious. He'd told her little about his past.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly again. He had always been a quick learner, and he had practiced, even after coming to America. Before he learned that American men did not make dolls. He had stopped then, and when his aggression grew years later, all prior ambitions had been forgotten. Wanda had the last doll he had ever made.:: "That is what I was told."

[Typhoid]

It was an odd contrast, picturing Pietro as a younger man, making dolls, as opposed to how he was now. "I would have liked to have known you when you were younger."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro did not doubt the truth in her words, but he found the statement peculiar nonetheless. It was nothing he was used to hearing. He had been an unhappy child, pathetic in his own right. He preferred the man he was now to that child, long buried. And the thought of Typhoid seeing him, after those fights with Magneto, or worse, those weeks when Wanda had to speak for him...he valued his control, never wanted her to have to see him so weak.:: "I think it is better that we met when we did."

[Typhoid]

"Perhaps." She knew his childhood had not been the best of times for him, though the details were something she hadn't been told. "Truth, or fairy tale?" she asked, deciding to take her turn in the game.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Truth," ::Pietro replied without hesitation. He longed to learn all he could about her life, and he had no use for fairy tales.::

[Typhoid]

"I am an identical twin," she said softly.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Are you?" ::Pietro asked, curious. He did not doubt her word, but she had never mentioned it before. He was so proud of his connection with Wanda, that he could not imagine keeping that relationship secret for so long.::

[Typhoid]

"Her name was Isabella," she said, nodding slowly. Not even Xavier was aware of her sister. "We developed our powers young, at the same time, on the same day."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::She nodded, Pietro noticed, slower than usual; something he noticed most others did when they didn't want to discuss a matter. Realization dawned upon him, when she spoke of their powers developing.:: "If it is painful, you don't need to continue."

[Typhoid]

She shook her head. "No. It's alright. It's an insult to her if I don't talk about her."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro understood that way of thinking and nodded slightly.:: "Then please, tell me."

[Typhoid]

"There were times where we would think the same thoughts, or feel what the other felt, as children," she said, knowing that Pietro must feel the same sometimes, with Wanda. "Sometimes I think that if she were still alive, we'd share telepathy, somehow."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly; he and Wanda shared that same bond. They called it their "twin sense," and he knew it made them close. It must have been stronger with an identical twin, to share all the same genes.::