[He's given far too little for this whole 'meet someone in America' sort of thing that's been arranged for him by his sister. A name. A place. A time. She said something about 'someone who would not find you much stranger than you have always been' and 'might not find the back from the dead thing weird'.
Pietro doubted both of those things. But here he was, three states away from where he wanted to be, walking into some dive bar. How was he supposed to find this 'Dean'? Shouting the name would not really be his style.]
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Pietro doubted both of those things. But here he was, three states away from where he wanted to be, walking into some dive bar. How was he supposed to find this 'Dean'? Shouting the name would not really be his style.]
Dammit Wanda. I bet there isn't even a Dean here.