Peter Parker One-Shots

AN ANGRY WITCH IS A SCARY WITCH • SHEWRITESALL ON AO3

Wanda couldn't wait. She was the one picking Peter up after school and they were going to hang out for the afternoon She hadn't known the fifteen year old Stark very long, but she had become best friends with him quickly. He was absolutely adorable and unlike others, he loved her magic. He found it comforting and often asked her to show it to him. He would watch wide eyed, liked a little kid on Christmas, every time she used it. She had been the first one to discover he had nightmares after his dreams joined hers one night. After that, she'd helped him figure out ways to sleep peacefully. He'd become her baby brother. So yes, she loved Stark's kid. Sue her.

"Can I go in and get him?" Wanda asked Natasha. She couldn't drive yet, so Natasha had come, promising to not interfere with the fun afternoon Wanda had planned.

"Yeah, he'd love that," Natasha answered, smiling at her. "He doesn't know you're back." Wanda grinned, happy she could surprise him. She had been on a mission with Steve, Natasha, and Sam for the past few days. She hadn't been gone long, but before she had left, Peter had been with Pepper and Tony on vacation for two weeks.

"I'm gonna go in," Wanda told her. Natasha nodded and watched as Wanda all but ran into the school building. Kids had already started coming out of the building, so Wanda was walking against the flow, trying to find room number 132. It took her a while but by the time she did, it was nearly empty. She was worried she'd taken too long and Peter had already left, but that wasn't the case. She looked into the room and saw Peter and another boy.

"Stupid, orphan," the boy snickered. He grabbed Peter's shirt collar and pushed him up against the wall. "I bet you live on the streets. It's where you belong. You're just a worthless piece of trash and don't deserve to take up space in this world."

"Leave me alone, Flash," Peter said, trying not to cry. Wanda watched in horror as the boy, Flash, punched Peter. Peter cried out in pain and Flash smirked triumphantly. He turned around to see Wanda standing in the doorway and paled. Wanda figured he had recognised her, unaware of her eyes glowing red or the red that flickered at her finger tips.

"Did you just hurt Peter?" she asked darkly. Flash was too scared to reply. "Let me show you what happens when you hurt my brother." Wanda pulled her hands back and shot her magic towards him. The red grabbed him and he screamed as it picked him up. Wanda threw him down the hallway, not hard enough to hurt him any more than he would have if he'd fallen down the stairs, but hard enough he ran out of there as fast as he could.

"Wanda?" Peter asked, surprised to see the witch. She wasn't supposed to be back for another day.

"Peter!" she exclaimed, rushing towards him. She hugged him tightly and he hugged her back, letting himself cry a little. Wanda pulled back and looked at his face where Flash had punched him. He hadn't broken Peter's nose which was good news for him. However, a light bruise was appearing on his jaw and he grimaced when she touched it.

"I'm sorry," he said. Wanda frowned.

"No, this isn't your fault," she promised. He sniffled and wiped his face, pulling away from Wanda entirely. "How long has he been bullying you?" she asked. Peter shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure. He knew it had been a long time, though.

"Longer than you've been in America," Peter guessed. Wanda stiffed and Peter's shoulders dropped. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell someone?" Wanda asked, grabbing his backpack with her magic and wrapping an arm over his shoulders. She guided him down the halls, his backpack carried by red magic following them.

"I don't know," Peter replied honestly. "I guess I was worried about everyone treating me differently." Wanda sighed. A teacher walked by, staring at her in fear. Wanda didn't care. Someone had dared to bully her brother; people should be scared.

"I don't think he's going to bother you anymore," Wanda said. Peter chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah, I don't think so either," he said. Wanda led him over to the car where Natasha was waiting for them. She gave Peter his backpack back and he climbed in the backseat. Wanda followed him.

"What happened? I saw a kid run out and I have no doubt he encountered you," Natasha said, looking back at Wanda. Peter looked at her desperately, not wanting Natasha to find out.

"I decided to scare Peter by taking his backpack with my magic," Wanda said. Natasha frowned. "He saw too. It must have freaked him out."

"He looked pretty banged up," Natasha commented. Wanda and Peter looked at each other and Wanda shrugged.

"Must have fallen on his trip down the hall," she replied. Natasha scoffed. They all knew Natasha knew something else had happened, but she didn't push it.

"As long as you handled it," Natasha said lightly. Wanda nodded, calling a ball of magic to her fingers to play with.

"Oh, I definitely did," she replied.