text; email to alpha force (sans pietro)

[roboromantic]

I think I just met my illegitimate nephew. He's like a young American Quicksilver, white hair and all. And he's a bit rude. I bought him breakfast, but I'm not sure how much I should tell him. I don't think his home situation is very good, either.

Do I tell Pietro? This seems like news one should deliver in person. I always thought he would have been more careful, but I suppose accidents happen. I don't even know who the mother is.

Any advice is appreciated.

-- Wanda.

[in reference to this thread, which pura and i started before i actually got accepted because we're hecka impatient.]

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[makethatwork]

We will rock our cheesy reality TV night, those dresses won't say yes to themselves!

[ He tugs her onto the elevator and presses the button, thumbing at his phone. ...What? He has pizza apps, he's making the order. ]

You got any preference on which meats, or should I just go bacon-pepperoni-sausage?

[roboromantic]

Like you can even tell the dresses apart.

[of course Clint has multiple pizza apps.] That sounds good. Are you ordering on the Internet? That always confused me. [Wanda knows how to use the lab computer but still actually calls to order a pizza. Old people.]

[makethatwork]

I so can, you just watch me. Some of them are all frilly and some of them aren't white, and some of them don't have sleeves.

[ Clint rolls his eyes good-naturedly ] You're such an old lady sometimes. It takes half the time, and there's less chance they'll fuck up your order since it's written down for them when they get it.