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kinda losing my mind ngl but enjoy this pile of burning trash

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Wanda had left the room immediately, despite Natasha's attempts to get the girl to stay. 

Confused, Peter asked, "Was it something I said? Should I go apologize?"

"No," Nat sighed, "just the past coming to haunt her. Lay back down, I'll send someone up."

So, some doctor came to check Peter over and he spent the night (albeit reluctantly) in a guest room. He made it very clear that he would have to leave the next morning, despite not giving a reason for needed to go so badly. 

I mean, if he had said that he was very much a minor and had been missing for a few days, they would've been concerned. 

The next morning, he raced home and made some excuse as to why he left (i rlly dont have the brain power for this rn tbh) that May miraculously bought, and thought he'd get some sleep before school the next day, in which he'd have to collect the work he'd missed as well as reassure Ned that he was okay.

All things considered, it went okay. 

Sure, he had massive amounts of work to do and Ned wouldn't stop asking him if he was okay, but he'd met the Avengers. It's not every day that you wake up to Natasha Romanoff at the foot of your bed.

However, his life quickly went back to boring. No more surprise super villains, no more Avengers showing up to kidnap him. Just him, his grades, and his speed. And his mental baggage, but we don't talk about that because this isn't supposed to be angst.

Yet.

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It was weeks later, after Peter had caught up with his schoolwork and had been in a relaxing routine for a few days that his life decided to pull a plot twist.

It wasn't anything drastic like May dying, although that'd be a cool plot point for him to move in with the Avengers...

Nah, it was just Captain America showing up at his door. While May was home.

Peter's eyes widened when he saw who was there. "Uh... Hello, sir."

Steve Rogers smiled at the boy. "Hello. May I speak to you for a moment?"

From May's room came her voice, even if it was faint. "Who is it, Pete?"

"Uh, no one important! I've got it!" Peter yelled back before leaving the apartment and closing the door behind him and looking up at the large man in front of him. "What is it? Not to be rude, but I'm studying for a really big test and I don't really have any free time."

Be cool Peter, be cool.

Steve chuckled. "The homework's gonna have to go on the backburner, son. We need your help."

At first, Peter had been concerned with how they had found him, but he didn't really expect to have gotten so much hospitality from them without them finding out his identity. It was only fair, really.

But now, Peter was more concerned with whatever the Avengers needed help with. "Oh, man. Is it that bad? Do I need a suit?"

Steve shook his head. "No, it's just something that we could use some assistance with back at the base. You should probably tell your aunt that you're leaving."

Peter wasn't going to disobey Captain America, so he threw Aunt May an excuse to leave and followed the large man to a black car with a grumpy-looking driver.

The ride to the tower wasn't long, and before they knew it the car had been parked and they were ushered to the entrance.

Peter had wide eyes as he walked through the halls, because although it wasn't his first rodeo, it was his second and that wasn't enough rodeos to be used to the wondrous building. 

Wordlessly, Steve ushered Peter down a hallway with several doors. A few were open, showing neat bedrooms and orderly wardrobesunlike his back at the apartment, but the one that Steve stopped in front of was closed, a soft red light emitting from the crack between the door and the floor.

"Just go in there, see what you can do." Steve said before leaving.

Peter scrunched his face up. "That's not much to go on, you realize?" He asked, but the sad blondie was already gone.

With a shrug, Peter opened the door. "Wicked, I always wanted those LED ligh- oh, no."

Sat on her bed was Wanda, surrounded by glowing tendrils of her power, crying.

Suddenly, the atmosphere grew a lot more awkward because Peter had never had experience comforting a crying girl. He didn't have any experience with girls at all, to be fair, because he was classified as a nerd and if you think that the nerds are at the top of the pecking order at a high school, I've got news for you, bucko.

The lack of explanation from Steve suddenly made a lot more sense. 

"Uh, I- uh, sorry to bother you?" Peter stammered, beginning to backpedal out of the room.

"It's fine." Wanda sniffled, "I figured they'd send someone after me, but I was hoping it wouldn't be you."

"Ouch." Peter chuckled awkwardly. "Any particular reason why, or was it just a bad first impression?"

"Second one, I guess. " Wanda wiped her nose on her sleeve.

Peter figured it was solid reasoning. "If it makes you feel better, I don't like myself either."

"Gosh, what a mood." Wanda leaned back on her bed, and gestured to a chair near one of the corners. "If they sent you here, you might as well sit down."

They sat in silence, as two teens with the weight of the future economy on their shoulders often do. 

"Has anyone you've known ever died?" Wanda asked softly a few minutes later.

Peter nodded, looking up from picking at his fingernails. "Yeah. My mom, dad. My uncle, in front of me. That was rough."

"Oof." Wanda responded. "I'm an orphan too, if that makes you feel better. Then my brother. He was my twin, and you just remind me of him a lot."

"How so, if you don't mind me asking?" Peter asked, feeling an awful lot like an underpaid therapist.

"He was a speedster, too. I guess just seeing you pass by in a flash of blue after thinking I'd never see it again really shocked me."

It was quiet after that, until Peter left, but it wasn't the noise of them speaking that began their friendship. It was the comforting silence, rather, that made them both feel that maybe they weren't as broken as they had originally thought, that maybe they'd end up okay. 

It was the silence, rather, that comforted the teens, for there was something so accepting about the empty space without noise that made them feel as if maybe through the companionship of the other they could fix themselves in the process.

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Ill be the first to admit that that was an awful product of a hazy post-school day madness crossed with writing while watching a stream so sorry not sorry be back friday