Can't Ask, Don't Need, Won't Acknowledge

Chapter 23: Maturity Matters

Natasha laughed at the teenager, “Yes, you generally prefer Red wine as you get older and your taste buds develop.”

“Or it’s like a case of the emperors’s new clothes and you all tell yourselves that and secretly no-one actually likes it, but no-one will admit it.”

Steve snorted in laughter, “You have got spunk kid.”

“Don’t we both know it.”

After dinner was finished and the dishes had been successfully washed and packed away. Natasha turned to the teenager, “Go on you, brush your teeth and to bed.”

“You can’t be serious? It’s not even 9pm yet.”

“I’m being very serious, go on.”

Wanda huffed slightly but followed the instructions though she stomped slightly to show her displease.

Natasha turned to Steve, “Weather forecast says there will be a thunder storm tonight.”

“No sex for me tonight then,” Joked Steve. Fully aware that a thunder storm meant at the some point during the night a teenager was going to end up in their bed.

“That’s why I made sure we had sex this morning,” replied Natasha with a sultry smirk.

“We could always have a quickie down here once she’s in bed.”

“Yeah I would rather not risk mentally scarring our teenager. No-one wants to see their parents going at it.”

Their playful banter was interrupted by the sound of a Nokia ringtone. Natasha looked at Steve in alarm, “is that Tony’s phone?”

Steve nodded before reaching into the drawer and retrieving the phone. He answered the phone with no greeting he just went straight to the point with, “What’s wrong?”

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Wanda sat cross legged on her bed, surprised that one of the adults had not been into her room yet. She was sat with her laptop in front of her, Wikipedia was one of her favourite things. she could spend hours just trawling through different subjects each link taking her to another one. She always ended up so removed from where she started. The knowledge at her fingertips was intoxicating, even though she knew wikipedia was not the most reliable of sources.

She looked over at her bedroom clock and saw the 9:30PM flashing at her in red. Wanda was very surprised that no-one had been to tuck her in yet, as much as she moaned about it she found it very comforting. She closed her laptop up and left the room heading towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom when she heard hushed whispering.

“What are we going to do?” asked Steve.

“We can’t say no Steve, we would want them to do the same for us,” explained Natasha.

“How are we going to explain it though?”

“We will say he is our nephew coming to stay for a while,” stated Natasha firmly. “We need to do this.”

Wanda pushed open the door to the kitchen, “What are you talking about?”

Natasha and Steve were sat at the table, “You should be in bed little one.”