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“Peter, why am I the one to have to fix your mess?” “Because you’re the only one I know who can!” Peter scrambled to push me into the Quinjet. “And Mr. Stark can never hear about this! Or he’ll probably take my suit away again.” He grumbled out the last part under his breath. Chuckling at his response, I stepped further into the jet. Looking around, before taking a seat and buckling in. “Welcome aboard! Peter said you could help us. What’s your name?” A voice sounded from the cockpit, looking to see the source I spot none other than Captain America, sitting in all his glory.
“Um, hello, I’m y/n! It nice to meet you Captain!” I sputter nervously with an awkward smile. “Well it’s very nice you meet you too, y/n. And you can just call me Steve.” Steve says with a warm smile and comforting eyes. I nod in response before asking Steve if he knew why Peter needed my help. Steve chuckles heartily before collecting himself enough to answer, “Peter was having some fun with my shield, before getting carried away and threw it in the living room. It hit and broke some of the furniture.” At his word’s Peter flushed in embarrassment. “So what you’re saying is, you destroyed the Avengers’ living room? I’m assuming you got me to fix it?” I asked with a groan, looking over at Peter who looked guilty. “Yes, but I promise I’ll make it up to you! It’s just that you’re the only person I know who’s good at fixing and putting things together.” Peter pleaded with I pout. Sighing, I can’t help but ask the one question that’s been on my mind during this whole conversation. “How is it that the Avengers can fight aliens and save the world, but can’t seem to put together furniture?” “Well, I’m sure we could if we really wanted to, but the others wanted Peter to learn his lesson. However he decided to rope you into this as well.” Steve replied with a smirk. “But don’t worry y/n, I’ll help you out.” Steve assured me, before telling us we would be landing soon.
I couldn’t contain my nervousness at the thought of being in the Avengers Compound. The others would probably be there too, but I couldn’t wait to meet everyone. The Quinjet landed just outside the compound, announcing our arrival. As Steve, Peter and I walked down the ramp, two people walked out of the compound, making their way towards us. The red head on the left took the lead as she reached us first, “So, what have we here?” Her voice huskier than I thought it’d be given the circumstances. “Natasha, you know Y/n, Peter’s friend? She came to help clean up the living room.” Steve puts a hand on my shoulder, patting it softly as encouragement. “Nice to see you again Nat!” I respond with a smile, before being wrapped in a hug. Natasha hugs me for a couple seconds, before smirking. “It’s about time I see you again.” She husks out, winking at me before pulling away and addressing Sam who has finally joined us. “Sam, this is Y/n, she’s hear to help.” “Good, we need all the help we could get!” Sam laughs clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder in greeting. “Let’s get to it get started then!” Peter chirps in before wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me with him as he webs us towards the house. “Peter!?” I shriek as we hurtle closer and closer the building by the second. In the distance I hear laughter coming from the others at my reaction. Peter lands us on the balcony closest to us, removing his arm around me. I punch his arm the second I’m free. “Ow! What was that for?!” Peter whimpers as he rubs his arm free of pain. “What do you think?” I grumble, as I make my way to the glass door. Once inside, I walk into what seems to be the kitchen. A brown haired Avenger, wearing a soft green sweater and pants, making something on the stove and a blur of blue flashing around leaving items on the counter next to her. The blue blur suddenly stops right in front of me, leaving a flirtatiously grinning guy with terribly bleached hair, “Hey there, beautiful, what should I call you? How about Angel?” I let out a disbelieving laugh, as I quickly retort, “How about, ‘the lesbian who’s here to help rebuild furniture?’” I smile back at him, lifting an eyebrow and tilting my head slightly.” He huffs in surprise, before grumbling to himself about never getting the pretty ones. Sudden laughter causes me to look back at the girl in front of the stove. She has a hand placed over her mouth as she shakes from how hard she’s laughing. A tear rolls down her cheek before she wipes it, collecting herself before clearing her throat. “Please excuse my brother, he’s a nice guy, but can be rather shameless at times.” Her smile causes her nose to scrunch up, making her eyes crinkle in mirth. “It’s alright, I just wanted to tease him.” I say smiling, not being able to help myself, I continue. “Maybe if it was you flirting with me, I wouldn’t have minded as much.” Her eyes widen in surprise at my straightforward remark before blushing and looking away. Immediately feeling embarrassed, I rush to apologize, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I look down at my feet as I feel my ears heat up. It’s quiet for a moment before I see socked feet step in front of my shoes. Looking up I see her smiling warmly at me, a small smile playing at her lips. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Flushing even more at her words and the closeness of her face to mine I stutter out an indignant response, “Uhm.. heh, I-uhm…” clearing my throat, I simply decide to nod instead. A voice suddenly saves me from my embarrassment, “So this is where you ran off to.” Natasha enters the kitchens before leaning against the island, smirking at us both. “Come on Y/n, we have work to do.” I nod before quickly walking out of the kitchen, finding Peter just outside in the hallway. “Living room is this way.” He says as I follow him. Natasha staying behind to talk to Wanda.
“You know, She’s a sweet kid.” Wanda simply hums as she turns back to stir her pasta. Natasha observes her for a minute before sighing, “All I’m saying is, I think you would get along really well. And she’s better than that toaster of an Avenger.” Wanda stops stirring, looking at Natasha out of the corner of her eyes. “I’ll think about it.” Natasha nods as she walks to the door, before stopping and saying, “And don’t think I didn’t hear you two flirting!” Natasha is out of the room before the oven mitt Wanda threw could hit her. Natasha’s laughter ringing out in the hallway. As she walks into the living room, she feels apologetic about having Y/n help. Peter really did cause a mess, and Y/n can’t help but agree it seems.
“Peter what the hell did you do?!” “I didn’t mean to! I swear!” I sigh in defeat, sinking down on the couch, before yelping as it seems the couch has been a victim of the Captain’s shield too. My groan can be heard as my feet are the only thing any of them could see. The couch legs snapped in half, causing it to tip backwards. “Y/n! Are you okay?” Peter and Natasha rush over to help me. “Yes, I’m fine. Although Peter owes me some comics for this.” Peter smiles guiltily as I glare at him. Natasha helps me up before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “Peter, you owe her more than just ‘some’ comics.” Now under the state of the Black Widow, Peter nervously gulps and nods his head frantically in agreement. Looking around the destroyed room, I takes off my over shirt leaving me in a white T-shirt, that’s tucked into my jeans. “Does Tony have a tool box I can use while I’m here? Peter didn’t give me enough time to bring my own.” “I’ll go get it!” Peter practically runs out the room as Natasha is still staring at him. “Hmph, poor kid.” She smiles as she turns back to face me, “So how’s life been treating you?” I open the first box of unassembled furniture, the picture features a coffee table. “It’s been good! I’ve been enjoying my summer, read lots of comics, and got a job!” I smile back at Natasha, who merely raises her eyebrows at her questioningly. I look away in response, organizing the pieces of the table on the floor. “Why’d you get a job? You know you don’t need to.” “I like being independent and it’s been helping my anxiety, so…” I shrug with a small shy smile. Natasha’s eyes soften, sitting down next to me on the floor, “How are you?” Her question referring to something else this time. Unknowing to either of us, Wanda had been in the room listening quietly not wanting to interrupt just to offer us some food. I look down at my hands resting in my lap, “I’ve been doing well. Been taking medicine for it, and it helps me so much.” I look at Nat, smiling wider before continuing, “It’s still hard sometimes, but when I think about how it was before compared to now? I can’t help but be proud of myself. I know it’s mostly because of the medicine, but I’ve haven’t felt this way in a long time. It’s nice to live my life without having to deal so many panic attacks or having to be scared of talking to someone.” Natasha pulls me into a side hug. Leaning into her arms, I hug her back as much as I can at this awkward angle. “I’m proud of you, you know that?” She kisses the top of my head, before ruffling my hair and pulling away. I nudge her shoulder with mine, smiling at her, as I start putting the table pieces together. “Whoa, is that for us?” Peter’s voice scares Wanda, causing her to gasp and almost drop the food she was carrying. “It won’t be if you keep scaring me like that!” Wanda glared at him. “Finally! What took you so long?” Deciding to help Peter out, I try taking the attention of him. He smiles gratefully, “Mr. Stark reorganized recently.” “Mmhmm, if you say so.” I couldn’t help but tease him, grinning. Natasha decides to play along, “Maybe he was trying on one of Tony’s suits and that’s why he took so long.” Nat and I grinned at each other, causing Wanda to chuckle as she watched the poor boy flounder for an answer. Wanda walked over to the table I just finished putting together with the included tools, placing down a bowl of steaming pasta. “Here, for helping us out.” She smiles at me, Wanda and I get lost in the others eyes before Natasha clear her throat, “Wow this feel like deja vu!” I blush heavily as Wanda coughs in embarrassment. Wanda places another bowl in front of Natasha. “Thank you, Wanda~” Natasha sing songs in a playful manor, smirking all the while. Wanda huffs using her magic to throw a pillow at Natasha’s head. She catches it easily laughing at Wanda as she marches her way back to the kitchen.
After eating, I take Nat and I’s bowl to the kitchen to clean. As I start washing them, I hear soft padding making its way towards me. “You don’t have to.” Wanda voices behind me. I turn my head smiling back at Wanda, “I know, but I want to. Besides you made lunch, so it’s only fair.” Turning back to rinse the soap off the dishes, she places them in the rack next to the sink. “Thank you, by the way. It was delicious.” Wanda flushes slightly at the complement, “No problem.” Silence settles between them, before Wanda speaks up. “So, you and Natasha seem close.” Her accent peaking out more. “You could say that,” I fold my arms, leaning against the counter, “Clint introduced us when I was visiting Laura and the kids one weekend. Me and Laura are cousins, so I visit as often as I can. As for how I know Peter, we ran into each other at a comic book shop and have been talking ever since.” Wanda’s eyes light up at that. “You read comic books?” “Yeah! I love them! I’d actually like to become a graphic novelist.” I admit shyly. “That’s amazing, Y/n! And very impressive.” Wanda’s voice takes on a flirtatious tone as she leans in closer. “Heh, thank you! That’s means a lot.” I smile up at her, blushing lightly. “What you do is also very impressive. I can’t imagine how hard it is being an Avenger, yet you do it so flawlessly.” Wanda takes another step closer, lifting a hand to cup my face. “Well aren’t you a charmer.” Her voice deepens, as she leans in closer, inches away from my lips. “Well well well, what have we here?” A voice shocks is both from our trance, causing us to jump apart. Looking over to the source of the unwelcome surprise is none other than a very smug looking Pietro. “Nothing of your concern, Pietro.” Wanda growls lowly, glaring at her brother in annoyance. Feeling my ears burn red in embarrassment by being caught almost kissing Wanda by her brother, I excuse myself from the situation as best as I can. Clearing my throat, “Well I guess I better continue what I was brought here for.” Before leaving though, I kiss Wanda’s cheek softly, “Thank you again for lunch.” I say with a smile, watching her cheeks glow a beautiful shade of red, before making my way back to the living room. Wanda is still standing there with a hand on her cheek, when Pietro starts again, “You know, she’s a cheeky one.” Wanda looks over to him, an eyebrow raised. “I like her for you,” Pietro finishes before smiling at his sister and speeding away again. Wanda chuckles, “I do to.” Wanda follows where Y/n went observing the scene before her.
Y/n laying on her back, knees bent with her feet firmly planted on the ground, using an electric drill on the team’s new TV cabinet, that Peter is lifting up for her. Wanda can’t help but bite her lip tracing over Y/n’s exposed stomach where her shirt has ridden up, exposing the edge of where her boxer briefs sit on her hips, just above her jeans.
A throat clearing loudly next to her startles her. “That’s some intense stare you’ve got going on there.” Natasha wraps her arm around Wanda’s shoulder, walking her further into the room. “Y/n, Wanda is going to help you here while I go on an errand.” I scoot forward from underneath the cabinet sitting up, “O-Okay! It’s not a dangerous kind of errand is it?” Natasha softens once again, “Nope, but I do need the help of Peter.” At hearing this Peter perks up, confused as to why Natasha needed his help. “I’ll explain on the way kid.” Nat said as she left the room, expecting Peter to follow her. “Alright well I better get going. See you both soon!” Peter said as he left after Nat. The room got quiet as Wanda and I were left alone. Wanting to break the silence I ask Wanda something I remembered from earlier, “So, you said you like comics, right?” Wanda’s shoulders drop with relief at the topic I decided to start with. “I do! I’ve always loved looking at the artwork that they contain. Pietro would always show them to me whenever he got new ones. After he realized how much I’ve loved them, he started buy me some as well.” Wanda looks nostalgic and unbelievably happy as she recalls her memories her youth with Pietro. “My favorite part of them is how you have written words telling the story, but the pictures are what make them so unique.” I instantly understand what she means. “I agree! The artwork is my favorite part as well! I’ve always admired how a story could be told with nothing but character expressions and actions. I kind of relate to that too, I guess.” I stop briefly, rubbing the back of my neck. “I haven’t always had an easy time expressing myself or my feelings with words, sometimes I still struggle with it. But I feel like when I’m drawing, I can finally put those emotions into something that can be understood by others.” Wanda sits down next to me, placing her hand on top of where mine is rested on my lap. She smiles warmly at me, adoration filling her eyes, “I’m glad you found a way to express yourself. People can take years trying to find a way to vent their struggles and difficulties. I for one have a hard time showing and telling others how I feel. Except Pietro of course, he always finds a way to get me to talk about what I’m going through.” I smile appreciatively, grateful for her comfort on the topic. “I’m glad he’s there for you when you need it. I hope one day I can be another person for you to feel comfortable enough to talk to as well.” “You as well.” She smiles down at me, before looking around the room. “We really better finish this before Tony comes to visit again.” I sigh as I stand up, offering her a hand, which she accepts gratefully. “We should get started on the couch next then.” We spend the rest of the evening talking and putting furniture together, enjoying each other’s company the entire time.
By the time. Natasha and Peter get back with bags filled with take out, they find us both sprawled on the couch cuddled together fast asleep