". . . you might be right. I just don't want to be who I was before."

"Yeah— I guess so. Thanks for the peep talk, Lorna. I appreciate it. Really."

"Thanks. Wait— who are you again ? Have we met ?"

"Well— ?" Eyebrows raised as his ocean hues popped open, waiting for a response from the other. "You are— ?"

Pietro gave the other a rather sheepish smile. ". . . yeah, right."

A few blinks were presented at the other ; facial expression forming into a neutral one. ". . . what ?"

"I sure will. Anyways, have you checked on Wanda ?"

His eyebrows knitted together; cobalt hues glaring at the other. ". . . . you have got to be kidding me."

"She's not, I'm telling you. I'm more of a menace that she does."

"Happy Valentines, Avengers !" Blurred silver lines swayed around as Pietro dashed from left to right, throwing rose petals all over everyone on sight.

"Oh come on ! What's with all of you's gloomy faces ?" Continued throwing rose flower petals.

Ugh. You're unbearable.

". . . a what ? What the actual hell is happening now ?" The first thing that ever enter his mind was : Mister Sinister.

"Oh, trust me on this— I wasn't, at all, approachable before. I have thrown tantrums every once in a while. Or more. Don't know, don't care. I changed for the better."

". . . I'm—" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm speechless right now. How did he even—"

"Well . . . I'm hoping you're not as— worse as he is ? For the love of God, please, I hope you're not.'

"Well, I try to. Thanks, Lorna. This is possibly the best talk we've had in a while. I . . . want to apologize if I've ever harm you or cause you distress in any way," he said with aincerity in his voice ; a wry smile matching it.

"Okay, good. I don't want another one of him running around, not specially near me."

". . . yeah, I'd— I'd like that." A few nods followed after that.

"At least we're in agreement. That's one step to us being ' okay ' in a sense, I guess—"