Left in the rain

thirty- eight

Peter is settled between a few pillows on the bed.

The boy laughs at the dancing vegetables on the TV in his parent's room. His little feet kick happily and his pacifier hangs by the clip as it wont stay in his mouth anymore. He can hear his mother humming as she runs the bath for him, today is going to be a busy day. Tony and Pepper are throwing their first official party since Peter's adoption, however, it is going to be open up to a different variety of people compared to usual. This party is open to regressors and their care givers.

The outfit that had been picked out for Peter is absolutely adorable, and to make it even better, himself and Wanda have a matching set.

Wanda has this little yellow pinafore and a white shirt to go with it. Peter has a yellow dungaree set and a white shirt also. This party also has another purpose, that being that Wanda is ready for people to know that she does regress, she isn't ashamed and she knows she is loved, no other opinion really matters too her.

The food is mostly finger food, and mostly dry foods to help stop mess. Peter is still having some issues with food but not as bad, he's still mostly on yogurts or purees, and of course milk.
Peter and Wanda are carried in at the start of the event, Both are in high chairs, which are supplied in high demand for the event.

And then the doors are open and people come in, Peter is well into his headspace, splashing his hands in his pureed sweetcorn and carrots. The clothes he's wearing are covered by a big bib. Wanda is a lot more shy, people are whispering about her and she just wants her mama, but Nat is talking and she doesn't want to interrupt. She just plays with her food, waiting for her mama to turn back, she feel like crying when the woman is pulled into another conversation with somebody else, her eyes burn and she stares down at her tray.

That's when she feel someone lifting her out of the chair, she blinks in surprise, she clings to the person, but she's still upset that it isn't her mama.

"Cwint." Wanda says, finally realising who it is.

"My favourite little witch, why do you look so sad my little friend?" Clint bounced Wanda but she just gives a shrug. Clint doesn't miss the way her eyes flick over to where her mama was, the older woman was being surrounded by people wanting to talk. Clint can tell the woman is uncomfortable.

"Let's go get her for you, hey" Clint states before making his way towards Natasha, the redhead looks relieved to see Clint and her baby.

Natasha grabs the little girl out of his arms and Wanda snuggles in, she rubs her face into Natasha's neck, starting to suck on the skin as she notices the absence of her pacifier.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to talk to you all later, Wanda comes first." Natasha says, bouncing the girl.

"mama" Wanda whines, she wants her milk, this has been stressful and milk solves almost every problem ever. Natasha understands, she bounces her girl again, she makes her way over to Tony and Pepper, noticing that Wanda didn't even touch her finger food, she can't feel a temperature coming from Wanda but it does concern her.

"I know baby girl, does mama's princess want some milkies?" Natasha coos, grabbing a blanket from the nappy back she'd brought downstairs with her, mostly for the spare pacifiers and blankets. Wanda curls against her mama, releasing a happy sigh when she finds her mama uncovering her breast, releasing the nipple. Using the blanket as a cover.

As Natasha cradles Wanda in her arms, she discreetly covers herself with the blanket, creating a cocoon of comfort for the both of them. Wanda eagerly latches onto Natasha's breast, finding solace in the familiar routine of nursing. The ambient sounds of the party fade away as mother and daughter share a quiet moment amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Peter continues to explore his food with childlike enthusiasm, his hands and face smeared with puree. His infectious giggles echo in the room, drawing the attention of some guests who are captivated by the adorable scene. Tony and Pepper, observing from a distance, share a proud smile at the joyous atmosphere they've created.

Natasha glances around, making eye contact with Clint, who stands nearby with a soft smile. He nods, acknowledging that he'll keep an eye on Wanda and Peter, allowing Natasha to focus on comforting her little one.

As Natasha continues to nurture Wanda, she overhears snippets of conversations from other partygoers. Some are curious about regression, while others share their own experiences and offer support. The acceptance and understanding in the room create a sense of community that reassures Wanda, helping her relax in her mother's embrace.

Eventually, Wanda finishes nursing, her eyes heavy with contentment. Natasha gently pats her back, soothingly humming a lullaby. Wanda's eyelids flutter as she drifts into a peaceful nap, nestled against Natasha's chest.

Meanwhile, Peter, having exhausted his exploration of food, starts to doze off in his high chair. A small smile plays on his lips as he dreams of the colourful vegetables that once danced on the TV.

The party continues with a mixture of laughter, conversation, and the occasional cooing of the little ones. As the evening progresses, the diverse group of regressors and caregivers bond over shared experiences, creating lasting connections that extend beyond the walls of Tony and Pepper's home.

The night air is filled with the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the backyard, creating a magical atmosphere for the party. Tony, with his charismatic charm, takes the stage and raises a toast, expressing gratitude for the unique family they've all become. The guests cheer, their glasses clinking together in celebration.

As Natasha gently places the now-sleeping Wanda in a cozy nest of blankets, she exchanges a knowing look with Clint. The bond between caregivers is evident, and it's a connection that goes beyond words. Clint nods appreciatively, silently acknowledging the shared experiences and unspoken understanding that makes this community special.

Pepper, with a warm smile, approaches Natasha and Clint, expressing her delight at the success of the party. She notices Peter's peaceful slumber and Wanda's serene restfulness. The trio takes a moment to reflect on the significance of this gathering, not just as a party but as a testament to the strength of love and acceptance.

The party continues, and as the night progresses, new friendships are forged and existing ones strengthened. The caregivers find solace in sharing stories, laughter, and the occasional challenge they've overcome in caring for their regressors. The children, though asleep, seem to sense the positive energy around them, sleeping soundly in the safety of their caregivers' arms.

Towards the end of the evening, Tony surprises everyone by organizing a small talent show. Caregivers and regressors alike showcase their unique talents, whether it's singing, dancing, or simply telling heartwarming stories. The atmosphere becomes even more electric with each performance, fostering a sense of camaraderie and unity among the diverse group.

As the night winds down, the guests start bidding their farewells, but the connections made during the party linger. Natasha, holding Wanda in her arms, exchanges contact information with some of the other caregivers, promising playdates and future gatherings.

Okay, I had some help from a anonymous source, aka AI, only for extra refining tho. Hope this is good enough for you guys. Also feel like i owe everyone an apology for how long it's taken me to update. Like 5 months, I have since started college and have also almost finished my first year. I am 17 and a half and have been very busy.