So, I've decided to start posting more often, twice a week.
I can't give any promises that I will be able to completely keep up with the new schedule, but I promise I'll do my best.
Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! :)
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Wanda's POV:
I wake up and open my eyes. I sit up and look around. I recognize the room as Peter's.
I'm about to get out of the bed, when I notice Peter. He is sleeping on the floor, next to the bed. He's wrapped himself in a blanket and has a pillow under his head.
I smile at his sleeping face. I don't understand how can a human being be so innocent and adorable.
I lay on my stomach and hang my arm out of the bed, taking Peter's hand in mine. I rest my chin on the edge of the bed and stare at his sleeping face.
I see his chest rise up and down, along his breathing. I smile when I see the cross I gave him, resting on top of his shirt.
A few minutes later I see his eyes flutter open and a grin spreads across his face when our eyes meet.
''Morning.'' he mumbles and sits up.
''Good morning, Pete.'' I reply, smiling.
He notices my hand holding his and gives it a soft squeeze. ''How did you sleep?''
''Good. Why did you sleep on the floor, though?'' I ask, rubbing his wrist with my thumb.
''Err, I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me sleeping next to you. And I didn't want to take any chances.'' he replies.
I chuckle ''Peter, I fell asleep with you next to me. Why would I mind?'' I see him blush.
''Right. Good point. I didn't think about it that way.'' he says, looking at the ground in embarrassment.
I smile at him ''It's still very nice of you to care for me.''
He grins at me and stands up ''I hope no one knows that you stayed here. Because if they do, they'll probably tease us about it for the next month.''
I also stand up and giggle ''That is very true.''
''So I'll see you at breakfast, then?'' he asks.
''Yep.'' I reply. I lean up and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, before leaving the room.
I head to the elevator and go to the Avengers' floor. I go into my room and head towards the bathroom door.
After I get ready, I leave my room and walk to the elevator. I step inside and press the button '2', leading to the common floor.
A few minutes later the doors open and I step out. I see everyone, except Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Steve, and Clint there.
Bucky and Sam are playing Mario Kart, while Peter is eating breakfast.
''Good morning.'' I call out.
''Morning, Wanda.'' The two men reply, while keeping their eyes on the screen.
I walk over to Peter and sit next to him ''What have you prepared for me?''
''Nothing, this is mine. You can make more, yourself.'' he says, taking a bite from his toast and pointing at his plate which is filled with toast, eggs, and bacon.
''Please?'' I give him my puppy eyes.
He looks at me and sighs. ''Gosh, fine. Just don't give me the puppy eyes.'' he says and stands up.
''That is still mine.'' he says, pointing at his plate ''I'll make you more.''
''Wait, you can cook?'' I ask, surprised.
''I'm not as good as mom or Steve, but I know how to operate in the kitchen, yeah.'' he replies with a grin.
A few minutes later he hands me a plate, like his but with smaller amount of food.
''Thank you.'' I smile at him and start eating.
''This is good.'' I say after swallowing the first bite of bacon.
He grins at me ''Thanks.''
''Where did you learn to cook?'' I ask, whilst taking another bite.
''I sometimes made breakfast for myself, when my aunt had to go to work, early.'' I see a sad smile appear on his face.
''It's okay, Pete. I know it's hard to lose someone you love. As I said when we met, you can talk to me, whenever you want. Just come to my room if you want to get something off your shoulders.'' I quietly say, rubbing his arm.
''Thanks.'' he gives me a small smile and continues eating.
We eat our breakfast while talking and watching Bucky beat Sam in Mario Cart. We both finish our breakfast about the same time.
Peter takes my plate and puts them in the sink, before starting to wash them.
''So what do you want to do?'' I ask.
''I was planning to go to the training floor, for a workout.'' he says and finishes washing the plates.
''A workout doesn't sound bad. Meet you there?'' I say as he finishes drying his hands and puts down the towel.
''Yeah, okay.'' He replies and we both head to the elevator.
When I enter my room I quickly change into grey sweatpants, a black sports bra, and a pair of running shoes.
After I've changed I head back to the elevator. When the doors open I step in and press the button '89'.
A minute later the elevator stops and the doors open. I step out and enter the training room.
I see Steve sparring with Nat and Clint tinkering with an arrow. Peter is setting down his stuff, in a corner.
''Hey, Wanda.'' Nat says and kicks Steve's foot, making him lose balance. She then kicks the back of his kneecap and pins him to the floor. She puts a hand on his chest, preventing him from getting up.
She then helps Steve stand up and walks to her stuff, grabbing her water bottle.
''Hey, Nat.'' I reply and set my stuff down, next to her stuff. I see her look up and smirk.
I look in the same direction to find Peter standing, facing the wall, while Clint is on the other side of the room, with his bow pulled back and pointing at Peter.
''Clint, don't do it.'' I warn, but it's already too late. He releases the arrow, making it fly towards Peter's back.
Peter's POV:
I'm standing, facing the wall. I'm currently thinking of a way to work out effectively, without making me look suspicious. I mean, not every 16 year old can lift up to 14 tons.
Then I feel my Spidey Sense shoot a warning up my spine.
Jump.
Without another thought I do a backflip, catching an arrow mid air. As soon as I land I turn around and glare at Clint, who has a dumbfounded expression on his face.
''The hell was that for?'' I ask.
''How?'' is all he says.
''I heard it. I have a fast reaction time.'' I lie.
''It was a shock arrow. It would've stinged, but it wouldn't have done any real damage.'' he explains and I nod.
''That was a clean backflip. What do you know about gymnastics?'' Nat asks, seemingly impressed.
Wow. Did I just get complimented by the Black Widow?
''A thing or two. Why?'' I reply.
''Can you show me?'' she asks.
''I can try. But I haven't done gymnastics in about two months.'' I say and she nods.
''That's fine. I just want to see what you can do.'' she replies.
I nod ''Alright.'' I quickly pull off my shirt and shoes. I get on the mat and go to the other side of the room.
I look at the others and I realize that everyone is watching me. I try to ignore the attention and get into the position.
I take a deep breath and start with a front flip 900. I do a flip combination, almost losing my balance a few times.
I do a clean finishing backflip 900, but stumble forwards a bit. I turn around to look at the others and see them looking at me with shocked expression and dropped jaws, except Wanda and Nat.
Wanda has a proud smile on her face, while Nat is grinning widely.
''Those were very clean flips. How long have you practiced them?'' Nat asks.
''I started doing flips after about 6 months of living here. So that makes it about three to four months.'' I reply.
''That explains a lot. It's very impressive.'' Nat grins at me.
''Thanks.'' I smile and take a sip of water.
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Heyy! What's up?
So here's another part. I hope you enjoyed it!
Votes and comments are very appreciated!
See ya!
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