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Micola Maximoff	Micola didn't like hospitals and that had become apparent when she started to regain consciousness. Too many spirits lingered and there was always the nauseating scent of chemical cleaners mixed with cloying sweet smells. She'd settled though and she wasn't a snot to the nurses or doctors. She'd not talked a lot either given she was still trying to work things out for herself. It was late in the night when she woke up, a thunder storm had started outside and the crack of lightning followed by the thunder had jolted her awake with a bit of a startle. Her eyes flick to see if Pietro is there or if he's snuck out for a bit.
Pietro Maximoff	For the most part, Pietro had been there. When she was sound asleep, he did depart for a quick run - to keep himself from being too cooped up. He'd given the doctors all the room they needed, never interfering or questioning their care. He often asked what was going on, taking mental notes as to things he might need to do for aftercare. He'd become somewhat of a fixture in the room, not wanting to leave her side. As she is awoken by the storm, he moves to rest his chair by the bed. "Just a storm." He assures, running a hand through her hair. "How are you feeling, Micola?" He asks, eyes on hers - trying to gauge her pain level.
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a breath out when she sees Pietro and there is a sleep smile to him when he runs his hand through her hair, "That feels good." she murmurs to him. "Nice big windows to watch it rain. I think that's a benefit." she states in a soft tone. She scoots over a little and pats the side of the bed, "I won't tell the nurses if you sit on the bed." she tells him as she leans back. "Mainly stiff. I'm all worried I'll pull sutures or something." she admits. "How are you? Have you eaten? Had any sleep?" she asks him.
Pietro Maximoff	He moves carefully, not wanting to disturb her or make any discomfort for her - sitting on the bed where indicated. "Yes, it is a nice view." He smiles, still stroking fingers through her hair. "I've dozed a bit, here and there. And yes, I've eaten." Pietro assures her. "You should just worry about mending up, Micola. You've been through a bit." A grin, the man keeping his eyes on hers. "Lorna sent guards and flowers. Your mother was here, she expects your grandfather to be by as well." He mentions.
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a soft smile to him and she closes her eyes for a moment as he continues stroking his fingers through her hair. She reaches out to settle her hand on his shoulder for a moment, just wanting to touch something solid for a moment. "Good, I was worried that you'd be worrying yourself and forgetting to eat." she whispers to him. "A bit is...yes. It's a bit." she nods to that. Though she smiles, "Lorna's a sweetheart. I'll have to thank her." she admits. "Hopefully if grandfather shows he's in a good mood." she chuckles. After a few moments of watching him she offers a soft smile, "Thank you."
Pietro Maximoff	"Your mother would be upset with me, if I let myself fall into disrepair while fretting over you." Pietro comments. "You focus on your healing, not me. I will make sure to tend to myself." A wry grin. "I can get a lot done while you're snoozing, after all." Huzzah for hyper-speed! "I am thinking he will be upset that his grand-daughter is injured, but happy that she is safe and mending up. I am still not sure how he will take to me, but your mother seems to think it will be all right." A soft smile. "You are very welcome, Micola. I am sorry I did not get there quicker."
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a look to him and there is a chuckle, "Mom definitely would be." she tells him with a smile. "I had wanted to take everyone out to dinner so that you could meet her and my grandfather could meet you. This sort of...popped up though." she sighs. "Can I keep a little of my focus on you?" she asks him quietly. "They'll probably let me go home in a few days. Unless there is something really wrong." she admits. "I don't think my grandfather will react poorly to you. He's been looking forward to meeting you." she explains. Then she frowns as he apologizes, "Pietro Maximoff, there is nothing for you to apologize for." she points out to him. "So please, no apologizing." she whispers as she reaches out to touch his face.
Pietro Maximoff	He leans into her touch, nodding. "You can. I just don't want too much of your worry going to me - I don't want to make anything worse." Pietro comments, sighing happily at the contact. "And we can do dinner when you feel up to it - for a proper meeting." The man decides. "All of us." "Yes, likely in a few days - though you will likely need to follow up with your personal doctor to get the sutures removed." A slight smile. "And no apologizing, as you wish." He's not going to speak more on what happened, wanting her to focus elsewhere for now. "I think I have a name for the owlet. Medea."
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a soft smile to him, "You're not going to make anything worse, Pietro." she assures him. He really wasn't. "Dinner will be nice to get to after this." she smiles to that." she nods to him. "Yeah, there will be a few doctor followups sadly." she states with a sigh. Though when conversation switches to Owlet names there is a bright smile from Micola, "Oh it's perfect." she tells him. "The daughter of a King, niece to Circe and granddaughter to Helios. I think it's something she'll grow into." she grins.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro beams. "Glad you like it. I hope she will, too." Hard to tell with owls, after all. "And we can work on the aviary when you are up to it." The man suggests. "Your mother also mentioned you wanting to fix up the upstairs apartment?" "We'll have to pick a good place for dinner. Do you have thoughts as to what sort of cuisine your mother and grandfather would like?"
Micola Maximoff	Micola leans in carefully and presses a kiss to his cheek, "I suspect she'll be just as smitten by you as Clotho is." she tells him softly. The mention of the aviary makes her smile, "I'd like that very much, yes. I was going to surprise you with the second floor plans, but...I'd like to use some of the money to have turned into a proper apartment. The basement is going to be weird to walk into after this and...it'll give us more room if you want to start staying over more often or bring things you like." she offers to that. There is a moment taken to focus on him, "Mmm, they both are pretty open to different cuisine. I'm guessing Italian would be the best option given tastes." she grins to that.
Pietro Maximoff	Wheels turn in Pietro's mind, planning and plotting. "I hope so. I hope we can give her a fulfilled life." A grin to her. "I can start collecting materials to get the aviary started - we can at least get that going, right?" He smiles at the kiss. "Italian is good - I know of a few places." The man suggests. "Or we could meet them overseas?" He thinks. "I mean, arrange for everyone to meet over in Italy?"
Micola Maximoff	"I'm sure that the girls are going to love their aviary when we get things built." Micola tells him honestly as she looks to him. Then there is a nod of agreement, "Yeah, no reason we can't start gathering supplies. There is space to keep things stored up there until I got started." she muses. His suggestion to meet in Italy makes her look thougtful for a moment, "You know, my mother has not been to Italy since I was a child, so that might be something that could be a surprise to her." she smiles softly. "And my grandfather is happy to travel back towards home for any reason." she grins to that. "Is that alright with you?" she asks him.
Pietro Maximoff	"All right, then. I'll start making the necessary purchases." He grins. "We'll have everything we need for when you're up on your feet and feeling up to building with me." No rush on that, of course! "I can even get some paint, perhaps to do a mural in their enclosure?" "I would be more than happy to go to Italy and visit with your family over dinner." A grin. "We can even do some sight seeing, if you were interested - or if they are?"
Micola Maximoff	"You are far too kind, Pietro." she tells him with a soft smile. "On all accounts." she adds. Then there is a perking up at the talk of murals, "I think that is a good idea. You could even paint something in there as well?" she offers to him. "I wish I had super healing. Then this would all be moot." she chuckles to that. There is a look to his suggestion of taking the family to dinner and she smiles to that, "I'm always interested in sightseeing." she admits to him. "And I'm sure my mom and grandfather are as well." she states. "Could be a little vacation to decompress from everything." she offers.
Pietro Maximoff	A shake of his head. "I am simply providing you what you deserve." Pietro murmurs. "I could try to paint something, yes. I doubt it will have the same artistry that you will with your creations." The man grins at the mention of the healing. "It... there are drawbacks, I am sure." He shrugs. "I know I eat a lot more for my metabolism." "I think a little respite and vacation would be good, given the situation." A slight smile. "Get out of the states and breath a bit easier for the week?"
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a soft look to him as he talks on providing her with what she deserves and she reaches out to give his hands a squeeze with hers. "I'd cherish anything that you paint in the apartment. The artistry doesn't matter Pietro." she tells him. "Oh if I had advanced healing and had to eat more I'm sure it would all go straight to my hips." she muses to that. She nods in agreement with him, I think it would, yes. I'd love to breathe easier and maybe not being in New York would be good for a few." she smiles. Then she gives a look to him, "Pietro...can I tell you something?" she asks him.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro's hand clasps and squeezes hers in return. "Then we shall see what I can come up with, in terms of painting." A nod. "I think your hips are quite wonderful." He teases her, running a hand through her hair again. "They suit you." "We'll arrange the trip, then. Get you out and relaxing, no worries for a bit. Then we can come back and get things done around the shop and with the apartment and aviary." A cant of his head. "You can tell me anything, Micola."
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives him a smile when he squeezes her hands, it made her feel warmer in this place. Then she blushes when he talks on her hips, "I am glad that you like them so much." she winks at him. "The trip sounds fun." she tells him. "Shane can probably handle the shop. I should probably call him about things." she admits. Then she looks to him as he cants his head at her, "I know that things move terribly slow when you aren't moving and I realize how very lucky that I am that you slow down sometimes for me. I know sitting here in this hospital room has to be one of the least favorite things." she states. Nerves are kicking in. "I love you." she finally tells him. "I know it might feel fast and I don't want to scare you." she admits.
Pietro Maximoff	"I can let him know - I think the officers may have already told him you were safe now." A slight smile. "It seems we've planned our vacation, then. Just a matter of you healing up and we'll make it happen." Pietro decides. He goes quiet as she explains, as she gets her thoughts out. A slight smile about slowing down and being in the hospital. Her hand is kept in his, his other hand still stroking through her hair. "I suppose fast is relative. I knew a while ago how I felt about you, Micola. I love you, too." He winks.
Micola Maximoff	"If you would I would love that. I'm sure he's worried and he trusts you with things." Micola tells him. Because who doesn't trust Avengers?! "I will have a conversation with my brain about healing up faster post haste." she grins at that. The amusing thing about being in the hospital hooked up to monitors is that her heart rate is right there and it goes up and down like a bee trying to find it's way home. "Fast might be relative when you've got super speed, yes." she chuckles at that. "I had wanted to tell you over some romatic dinner, but...I didn't want to wait." she breathes out. "I hope I didn't ruin the moment." she tells him as she looks up to him.
Pietro Maximoff	"I'll make sure he knows." Pietro confirms. "And I am sure your brain will tell you to cool your jets, and let your body work like it should." He smirks. "Or I can talk to you mother, and she can discuss it with you?" "You can tell me over a romantic dinner - you can tell me as often as you like." He assures, pulling her hand up to kiss it gently. A glance to the monitor. "I am sure the doctors are going to come crashing in here to find out what I've done to you to make your heart do that."
Micola Maximoff	"Thank you." Micola tells him softly. Trying not to be super loud since it's so late in the hospital. "It will tell me exactly that. You're right." she nods to him. Then she gives a mock shocked look, "You would sic my own mother on me?" she tries not to smile too much. "I take it my mom was definitely in mom mode. She'd definitely discuss it with me." she teases him. She gives a warm look to him, "I will tell you when I get the chances then." she tells him. There is a blush when he kisses her hand and then comments on the doctors that might come crashing in, "They should have handsome Romanian men in their lives then so they can have that done to their heart." she teases him gently.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro gives her an eyebrow waggle. "Only if you don't lay back and rest, will I speak to your mother." He assures. "She was in mom mode, offering concern for me as well as you." The man explains. "She is a good person. I am glad to have met her." "I do not feel that I am everyone's type, Micola." He snickers. "I am an acquired taste, after all." He winks. "I look forward to hearing you say it, and I will return such affection in kind.'
Micola Maximoff	Micola leans in to give him a kiss with a bit of a chuckle, "I shall do as I'm told then." she gives his hand a warm squeeze before she starts to get herself resituated on the bed. "Mom's very caring and will remind you that you need to take care of you as well." she points out. She watches him from her resting spot and there is already a sleepiness spreading over her features, "You are my type, Pietro." she tells him. "I'm going to listen to my body in this moment and rest. I love you, don't keep yourself cooped up in here at all times." she tells him softly.
Pietro Maximoff	He slowly moves from the bed, making sure she has all the room to get comfortable. "I am sure she will. And I will do my best not to earn her reminders." He winks. A bend at his waist as he kisses her forehead. "Rest. We'll discuss the trip later." A nod from Pietro. "I will go grab food and a shower, and be back before you wake." He assures. "I love you, Micola."