Snow
Pietro had loved snow as a kid. Snowball fights where he and Wanda had ganged up on all the other kids; Whizzing down snow covered hills on a plastic sledge, his mama having to kiss his scraped knees better from the inevitable tumble; Building snowmen and stealing Wanda's favourite scarf to decorate with; Hot chocolate in the front room, curled up under a blanket while their papa read them storybooks and their mama held them close.
Snow was fun. Snow was comfort. Snow was his very own storybook version of family.
It's no wonder it changed after most of his family was gone.
Pietro learned to hate the snow. Snow meant shivering and aching, the complete lack of comfort and warmth. Snow meant that the shelters filled up too fast. Snow meant that there wasn't enough food to go around. Snow meant another night on the street, desperately trying to keep Wanda warm.
Snow was his very own storybook version of despair.
As Lila shrieks in glee, Clint grinning wide and dumping a handful of powdery crisp snow down her coat, Pietro realises that it's changing for him once more.
Pietro learns to love snow again. Snowball fights where he and Wanda gang up on the other Avengers; Running fast and light across the white open space of Clint's farm as he pulls a whooping Cooper along in his sledge; Helping Lila steal Wanda's favourite scarf to decorate the snow family that they spent the entire morning on; Hot chocolate in front of a roaring fire, Clint's warm smile melting his heart as he reads his kids a storybook.
Snow was fun. Snow was comfort. Snow had become his very own storybook version of love.