Backstory: Following the same MCU timeline except Peter’s a Maximoff, and there was no Civil War, instead they were all civil adults and talked shit out like the adults they fucking are. Sorry, I’m very salty about Civil War because as badass as it was, they acted like toddlers, and it’s a struggle. #bigmood #anywaysbacktothestory #pscommentyourfavoriteoneshoti’veeverwritten.

-Peter is twelve, Pietro and Wanda are eighteen, and this is the first time Wanda has to go on a mission, meaning one of the first times Peter doesn’t have both of his siblings with him, and it’s a good ol’ separation anxiety whumpy time + maybe more of that good ol’ harassing angst that y’all claim to enjoy.)

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Peter, Pietro, and Wanda were practically inseparable, whether it be on the playground of their Sokovian primary school, or on the battlefield. They were the Golden Trio, no one dared to seperate them, and when the three were together, chaos was bound to happen. It wasn’t their fault, trouble often came looking for them. 

And Fury assigned a special ops mission for Steve, Tony, Wanda, and Natasha, and yes, Wanda wouldn’t be able to not attend the mission because Fury picked his players keenly, using his most optimal and strategic forces that would get the specific mission done as quickly as possible. 

Which left Peter and Pietro a day to themselves. Wanda proposed with a chuckle as Pietro threatened Steve that if Wanda didn’t come home okay, he’d stab him (weird flex but okay) speaking in her heavy accent (that still should’ve been there y’all can fight me), “Pietro, I can defend myself, I’ll be just fine. Why don’t you and Peter spend the day together after school? But don’t have too much fun.” Pietro chuckled as his sister walked away, wrapping an arm around Peter, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“We’re going to have so much fun, Wanda’s going to be so jealous right?

“Oh yeah, for sure. C’mon, we’re not bavilant fools.”

“You said it Peter, we’re cool.”

An exasperated Clint snorted, “Kids these days. Just cause you mimic the Flash doesn’t mean you’re cool.”

Pietro fired back, “Oy, b a b y  b o o m e r. Stop poisoning us with your attempted swag.”

Clint rolled his eyes, chuckling at the adorable expression the small bean known as Peter Maximoff wore. “Well Peter, since you’re my favorite Gen Z, you can have a cookie.”

Peter smiled, “Thanks Uncle Clint!” 

The three spent the rest of their day being little children and disappointing Natasha Romanoff and before the threesome knew it, it was time to hit the hay. Clint called out, “Alrighty kiddos, time for bed. Yep, c’mon, I’m in charge of you guys when the other adults aren’t here, so let’s go. If you listen now, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

Peter sighed, “Fine, but I get more cookies than Pietro, cause I’m cooler than him.”

Clint nodded solemnly, “Facts, now get some rest kiddo, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

(I mean, unless someone was to do idk do something to someone? You know what I’m saying? Like stabby stabby labby dabby? Loki ur stabbi’s showing.)

Peter climbed up the stairs, knocking on Pietro’s bedroom door. Pietro chuckled at his younger brother’s disheveled hair, “Hey Peter, what’s wrong?”

Peter stuttered before speaking, “Is it alright if I sleep with you? I don’t like sleeping in the dark, and I miss Wanda.”

 Pietro softened flashing Peter a genuine smile, “Sure thing bud, just get changed alright?” 

Peter nodded, returning back to his room and fishing out for his coziest pajamas, the ones Pietro got for him on his first birthday in America which was last year, and were the perfect way to make him feel better. (hint hint: remember these pajamas + guess who returns-timmy!!!) He quickly changed out of his pale blue sweater and black slacks to his fuzzy ducky pajamas and grabbed the stuffie Wanda had bought him for his birthday- a stuffied clownfish he named Timmy. 

Once he had brushed his teeth and did his business he knocked again on Pietro’s door with a sheepish smile indicating that he was all ready for bed. Pietro chuckled at the adorable sight that lay ahead of him, mentally storing a picture that he’d never forget, letting Peter settle onto his ocean blue covers. 

Pietro dimmed the lights at just the right amount of light that wouldn’t prevent sleeping but just light enough in case either of them had to get up and wrapped an arm protectively around his younger brother, gently tracing patterns through Peter’s forehead, remembering that it always calmed him down. 

Pietro felt Peter tense, “Peter, is there something on your mind? You know you can always talk to me about anything. I’m your big brother, it’s my job to make sure my baby brother is okay.”

He gently carressed his calloused fingers against the outline of Peter’s face, eyes peering over at his younger brother who seemed to struggle with forming the words sighed, “It’s stupid.”

Pietro shook his head, “Hey, if it’s bothering you, then it’s not stupid.”

Peter replied in a hushed tone, “Don’t like sleeping in the dark. Reminds me of HYDRA, and then I get nightmares. And then I feel trapped and scared when I wake up.”

Pietro wore a face of sympathy as he pulled his brother closer to his chest, “Oh Peter, why didn’t you tell one of us?”

Peter mumbled, “Didn’t want you to think I was a baby.”

Pietro shook his head replying, “Peter, being afraid of the dark or getting nightmares doesn’t make you a baby. It proves that we’re human. Peter, you’ve been through a lot, we all have, and it’s perfectly okay to feel scared or trapped. That’s what me and Wanda are here for, we’re your rocks okay, it’s our job to keep you safe and happy. Neither me or Wanda will ever think of you as a baby, capiche?”

Peter nodded, adding, “I feel a little bit worried that Wanda’s gone. She’s never been gone before, and I can’t help but think that HYDRA will come for us and take us away again.” Peter sniffled as tears welled up and spilled down his face as he buried his face into Pietro’s chest and cried.

Pietro clutched his younger brother tightly, pressing a firm kiss on Peter’s cheek as he rocked the sobbing boy, “Peter, mysh, don’t cry, I’ve got you. You’re okay, ‘ietro’s got you, we’re okay, I promise you.” He softly ran his fingers through Peter’s stubborn curls that he definitely got from their father, he did too speaking, “It’s okay mysh. HYDRA’s gone, it’s in our past. I know you’re scared, sometimes I get scared of that very same thing too, but then I remember that my family, you, Wanda, and the Avengers are by my side, and I know that no one, especially HYDRA will be able to hurt me. HYDRA can’t hurt us anymore, we’re safe, we’re with the Avengers and SHIELD, and they protect their team, alright?”

Peter nodded, still clutching onto Pietro like he was a life support. Pietro pressed another kiss, this time on the top of Peter’s head and cracked a reassuring grin as he gently pulled Timmy from Peter’s grasp and nuzzled it against Peter’s cheek causing him to giggle, “But you know what else I do when I’m scared? I think of Timmy, he’s our protector, alright? Peter, you have all of us looking out for you okay? We’ve got you, especially your big brother alright?”

Peter nodded, “Thank you Pietro. Love you.”

Pietro cocked a grin and chuckled, “Love you too Peter. Now get some sleep alright? Tomorrow, we’ll have fun alright. Night, and don’t forget, let me know if you need anything, anything at all. Got it, Mister?”

Peter nodded as he chuckled into Pietro’s chest. The two snuggled in a comfortable silence until Peter felt a furious scratching against his side causing him to laugh in discomfort as he wheezed out, “‘ietro, stop!”

Pietro’s mischievous voice replied, “What do you mean Peter? I didn’t do anything. Hush, go to sleep.” However, as he said that, his fingers rubbed furiously against Peter’s pajama-clad sides, forcing Peter to giggle to the point where he was wheezing for breath, “‘ietro!” 

Pietro merely chuckled, adding to the giggling that echoed through his room, genuine smiles forming on both brothers’ lips until Pietro finally showed mercy by releasing his younger brother from the enthusiastic form of harassment. 

(I didn't want to write tickling, it sounds so boring. I’m special i’ll use every other word n yall just have to deal with it)

Pietro pulled Peter close to his chest and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek speaking softly, “Goodnight Peter, if you need anything, just let me know okay? Wanda’s alright, and so are we okay?”

Peter nodded and drifted into a dreamless sleep. 

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The next morning, Peter (sadly) woke up from the gentle voice of Clint speaking, “C’mon kiddies, rise and shine, it’s time to wake up.” Both brothers groaned at the same time, “Five more minutes?” 

Clint sighed, “C’mon kiddies, the pancakes are going to be cool and I’m not reheating them up, that is plain disgusting and extreme lazy. Up or I’ll sell all your toys on Ebay.” Peter mumbled under his breath, “We don’t even have toys, and if you touch Timmy I’d hunt you down.”

Clint put his hands in the air, but the amused smile knew that Peter’s attempts to threaten him only made him look more adorable, especially in those pajamas that he most definitely didn’t have his own set of, “go, get dressed and maybe I’ll give you more cookies. You too Pietro, you still have to train.”

Pietro got up with a groan, “But I want cookies!”

Clint replied, “Then get up.”

Pietro mumbled, “Damn baby boomers, think they’re better than everyone else.”

(Fun fact: I was going to originally have pietro start cursing like someone would normally respond and idk why but the idea of pietro cursing is too funny so I'm currently writing as I'm laughing.)

Clint flashed Pietro finger guns, “And don’t you forget it.”

A/N: Y'all gonna kill me when y'all read the next one...PPPS lower your weapons, yes stop your evil spell chanting, and yes I'm calling every single imaginable weapon possible and impossible out.