till forever falls apart

nerves on fire

Anya nods. She remembers vividly how overwhelming it was to go from no one worrying about her to pretty much being someone's kid for the first time in eight years.

Wanda nods, "Yelena's been on her own for most of her life. Now she has everyone in her life worrying and hovering... so I've noticed that she's starting to get overwhelmed. I'm... anticipating a reaction."

"So Nat's gonna be grouchy," Anya summarizes, fiddling with her fingers, "great."

"She's always kind of grouchy," Wanda teases before patting the bed, "Alright, c'mon. We're making something for a very belated dinner, and then we're gonna watch Frozen."

Since moving in with Natasha and Wanda, Wanda discovered that Anya hasn't seen a lot of Disney movies and made it her mission to have her watch all of them (or at least, the good ones). Anya thinks it's good for both of them.

Natasha joins on occasion, but she much prefers James Bond movies and anything with explosions, which aren't exactly Anya's favorites. She wishes she and Natasha had more in common.

"Nat's not gonna like Frozen," Anya points out, getting up off the bed and following Wanda into the kitchen.

"Would you want to watch something else instead?" Wanda asks, and Anya shrugs.

Wanda hums, "Think about it. We have some time. Until then, though..."

She opens the fridge, moving over slightly so Anya can see from where she's leaning over the island, "What to eat..."

-

"How's Yelena?"

Kate sighs, "She's okay. She's starting chemo today."

"God, Kate, I'm so sorry," Peter replies, "Spring break is in a couple of weeks, I'll come visit you guys."

"She's not going to be in a good mood," Kate responds, watching as Peter shifts uneasily on the FaceTime call, "I was doing research the other night and most people start losing their hair two to four weeks in. She also told me that Isabel recommended shaving it herself so she'd be in control, but... I don't know, Peter."

"Yeah..." Peter huffs, "Do you want me to change the topic?"

"Sure," Kate sits back a little in her chair, "What's going on in the world of Peter Parker?"

"Well," he pulls out a little contraption, "Mr. Stark was teaching me about robot AIs during winter break, so this is the motherboard for what will hopefully become my own robot AI."

"That sounds like the beginning of a horror movie," Kate retorts, eyeing it cautiously. It's basically just a tangle of wires, but she doesn't really care to fuck with intelligent robots.

"It kind of is," Peter shrugs, "Mr. Stark's been doing it for years, though."

"You're talking about the man that created Ultron. Who, I don't know if you remember, killed Wanda's brother and an entire city," Kate points out, snorting when Peter puts the toy away.

"He makes the mistakes, I learn from them," he explains dumbly, "anyway, how's Anya? I'm excited to meet her next month."

"She's good," Kate says, "I think she's freaked out about Yelena, but she's a widow, so she's kept a cool head about all of it. That or she's like me and bottling everything up until it explodes, which... also plausible."

"Ah," Peter nods, "And you? I don't know how well you can be doing when your girlfriend-"

"She's not my girlfriend."