"I know, I know. You miss me terribly. But I'm really not your brother. Here, I'm the younger brother." After hugging the Scarlet Witch, Pietro spoke while eating breakfast at the table.
At the long dining table, Pietro sat across from his sister. To his left was a gentle-looking blonde woman caring for a two- or three-year-old boy. To his right were two girls about Billy's age, along with America.
Wanda and the Scarlet Witch sat opposite each other. Billy and his brother sat pressed close against the Scarlet Witch on either side, while Stephen and Strange sat beside Wanda.
"Sorry. I just missed you too much. You can't imagine how much pain your death caused me back then. My only family left me." The Scarlet Witch's emotions fluctuated wildly. If not for the Restraint Suit she wore, she definitely would have lost control of her Chaos Power by now and let it spill out to affect everything around her.
"All right, I know that versions of me in other universes died horribly. All kinds of bizarre, ridiculous deaths that sound completely unreliable. Killed by a bullet? I can't imagine it!" Pietro no longer corrected the Scarlet Witch and instead went along with her words. He understood the mindset and emotions of this sister from another universe. Though the cautious care and heartache he had once felt had faded somewhat after all he had experienced, that did not mean he had become numb to it. He simply comforted her in what he believed was a better way, one that would make her feel more at ease.
At the same time, he was somewhat speechless about how his counterparts in other universes always died and exited the stage early. It was the first time he had realized just how ill-fated and