"D'awww...." She got up and walked up to Pietro, "That's so sweet and thoughtful of you." She kissed him and cupped his face before spraying teal silly string in his hair.

"Not the haaaiiir!" Pietro whined, quickly spraying her back in retaliation.

The silly string war went on for awhile but soon enough their stash was depleted and they had to clean up. All in all it was a good day though.

It had been a wonderful day but Ciara was drained. From the making love, to the secret agent manning it down to the Sewing room, to String war and cleaning it up, she was barely keeping her eyes open. She dropped one of the last pieces of sting in the garbage, swaying a little bit.

Pietro swooped her up in his arms, "Awww, are the babies already needing a nap time?" he asked teasingly.

"I'm not a baby." She pouted rather childishly, curling into him, "You tuckered me out and I didn't eat lunch cause someone attacked me with silly string.." She mumbled softly, he smelt good.

"Awww, poor girl" he kissed her forehead and soon they were back in her room and he was tucking her into bed.

After getting a glass of water and being tucked into bed, Ciara looked up dozily and smiled, "I love you, my Silver Fox..."

"And I love you my gorgeous little minx" he kissed her and crawled into bed.

The nightmares came and went sporadically for Pietro since his captivity with Queen Bee. There were times when he could all week without a care and then nights when the flashbacks rocked him to the core and he would wake in a cold sweat. This was not one of the good ones.
The silver haired speed demon tossed and turned in his sleep, at times so violently that he ended up throwing a pillow across the room.

And the hand that threw that pillow happened to smack Ciara in the boob. A rather painful experience when you have tender breasts.

Ciara jerked awake, grabbing at her chest. "OW! What would you-" She stopped when she saw the state he was in and quickly took him by the shoulders, "Pietro. Love. Wake up... It's just a dream. Pietro. Pietro!"

"STOP!" Pietro yelled, grabbing Ciara and pinning her down as he woke with a start. It took a moment before it clicked that it was Ciara and not whoever he'd been dreaming about, "Ci..." he quickly let go and got off of her, getting out of bed and trying to calm his breath.

Ciara didn't care that he attacked her. This wasn't the first time. Ciara hopped over to his side of the bed and got up, and stopped a foot away. "Are you alright sweetie?" She asked softly. "Can I get you anything?"

"No-no" Pietro shook his head, going over to the window and opening it to take in a few deep breaths of the cold night air, "of all the things that happened... why can't I have nightmares about anything else?"

She went over and rested against the wall beside the window, "trauma like that isn't something you can get over so quickly. I takes time, self reflection and being able to talk to someone about what happened. Getting it off your chest. Otherwise, it takes that much longer to heal... I wish I had the power to give you sweet dreams..." She said softly. Not lecturing or being bossy just pointing out the best path.

"I've tried talking about it..." Pietro admitted, "it was too awkward trying to talk to your dad so he referred me to someone else. I guess it helped a bit but..." the only person he really wanted to talk to was Ciara but at the same time there were things he just didn't want her to know.

She took his hands into hers, "But it's not someone you really feel comfortable with the knowledge." She said, filling in the words for him. "Would... Would it be easier for you to talk to me?" She asked.

Pietro looked at her but found he couldn't even meet her eyes and he looked out the window again, "I just... I don't know"

"Pietro, dear." She gently took his chin. "I want you to know that I love you. And I would not judge you based on actions you did under her influence. Because," She looked down a little bit gathering some courage, "...Because I have also done things that I am afraid if you knew..." She trailed off, letting go of his chin. "I would never force you. It's your choice in the end and either way I will remain here for you..."

He looked at her a moment, a few times he almost looked like he was going to say something but no words came out. Sighing deeply Pietro faced the window again, grabbing the sill tightly until his knuckles were white, "I raped a girl." he finally stated in a very small voice but once that was out he kept talking, "she couldn't have been more than twelve. I don't know where they got her from but it was like they found your younger sister, she looked just like you and every time I close my eyes I see the fear on her face, the terror and the pain and every part of me wants to just shrink inside myself and die"

Ciara turned to leave but turned back when Pietro said those 4 words. "Dear gods.." She whispered under her breath. It wasn't directed at him but at what he'd been put through. "Dear gods, Pietro." She wrapped her arms around him, "I'm so sorry..." It was even worst then Ciara had thought. Not only was he forced to deflower a young woman but for them to have her look just like her...

It took a moment but Pietro hugged her back. For the longest time he hadn't even been able to look at Ciara without it hurting let alone touch her. Even now it was difficult to make himself relax in her arms at times, as much as he loved her. "I should have told you sooner" his voice was a bit strained, "I know how hard it's been to have me so distant..."

Now she knew why. "It has been hard but nothing compared to what you've been going through. I'm sorry. So very sorry. I should have been more supportive of your needs. I'm so sorry you have to go through that... Is... is she still...?" She asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

"I have no idea what happened to her" Pietro replied quietly, "maybe that's why I can't get it out of my head. She could be dead for all I know."

Ciara nodded, "If you could find out, would you?" She asked.

He thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah... though I really doubt she'd ever want to see me again."

Ciara nodded. It was possible Queen Bee had her killed like many of her toys after she was done with them.

She rubbed her arm, "There might be a way... to see what became of her. I'd have to call in a few favors...Might take a little while.