So this a fanfic where Pietro didn't die, Bruce actually talks with his family, and didn't leave after the Ultron battle. This will be a PietroxOC because I like him happy. My OC will have mental demons and struggle with PTSD, depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicide, rape, abuse, and survivor's guilt. I will put warning at the beginnings of chapters just to be safe.

Warning: none.

I don't own Marvel, only my OCs

It was a hot but quiet summer evening in the Avengers common room, simply because everyone was eating. As everyone munched and crunched away Bruce was in deep thought. He was wondering how to tell people the news. It wasn't huge news but it would deal with his past. That means they would ask lots of questions, and he couldn't avoid them, not this time.

She hadn't seen him with the other guy inside of him. She only knew him as a fun loving uncle who favored her. He wasn't as uptight back then, but now he worried of unleashing the other guy. He was fearful she wouldn't accept him if she saw who he had become. But maybe, just maybe, because he accepted her, she could accept him.

It wasn't like Bruce had been putting it off, he himself had just found out less than an hour ago. He wished he had more time to prepare or at least have an actual say in her coming. Not that he minded, he was excited to see her after a few years. She was always his favorite, she had learned her first words from him. He was just nervous.

"What's on your mind Brucie?" Tony asked, he could always tell when something was bothering Bruce. They had that sort of connection.

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I just found out my niece is flying in tonight. I can put her a hotel-"

"Nonsense," Tony waved the idea away, "she can stay here. She can room with Wanda until we get a room ready. You don't mind do you Wanda?" Wanda shook her head, but that didn't necessarily she agreed. "See, she doesn't mind. How long is she staying?"

"I don't know," this made everyone confused. "My sister is not a force to be reckoned with, she always gets wants. She just told me Chloe was coming, so she's coming, end of conversation." Bruce shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

"How old is she?" Wanda asked, "just so I can prepare myself."

"She's about to turn eighteen, she just graduated last week." Bruce answered.

There was a pause, "I didn't know you had a niece," Steve said.

"Yeah I got, how many is it now, seven nieces and five nephews." Bruce rubbed the back of his head.

"Jeez, how many siblings do you have?" Clint asked, he and the team knew very little about Bruce's past and were quite curious. He never talked about having a family, not even nieces and nephews.

"Well I have a brother and three sisters," Bruce began to explain. "Johnny and Bonnie are fraternal twins and then Chelsea and Kelsey are fraternal twins as well. Twins run in the family. I am the only one of my siblings who isn't a twin. And since they are sixteen years older than me, my nieces and nephews are more like my cousins." Bruce smiled, "you guys will like her. Chloe is extremely quiet, but really fun to be around. Everyone joked that she's a mini me." Bruce looked at his watch and stood, "I have to pick her up from the airport soon."

Natasha stood as well, "I'll go with you, so she can get used to a new face."

Bruce nodded and the two began to leave, but just before Bruce left he turned to face the team. "Oh, and guys, she's been through a lot recently, please don't flirt with her."

To say Chloe was a nervous wreck was an extreme understatement. She was always a nervous wreck, PTSD did that to you. She was always anxious, hence why her mom thought coming to live with her uncle Bruce was the best option. Her mom loved to hide things, Chloe's mental demons were her most prominent problem. Her mother wanted a perfect family and Chloe couldn't give her that even before it had happened. And now her mother had a good reason to kick her imperfect daughter to the curb. You need help Chloe, your uncle can help you.

What Chloe needed was her JJ.

Chloe sighed as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. She trudged through the busy airport that was feeding into her anxiety. She didn't like big crowds or new places before though she didn't like small spaces either. It had made her anxiety worse.

Chloe wanted to curl into a ball and sleep her problems away, like she normally did, but she couldn't do that. Sure it wasn't the best way to deal with her problems, but for a moment, just one blissful moment, it worked. Then the moment ceased to exist and Chloe was back to square one. She had to find a way to deal with her problems, but now she had to find her uncle Bruce.

She loved her uncle Bruce.

Out of all her aunts and uncles, Bruce was by far her favorite. She listened to her and taught her things. He didn't hound her to talk about her problems or try to push them under the rug, he just waited until she was ready. Bruce was the uncle who didn't push her past her limits. He made her feel like her own person. He didn't tease her for the way she looked. Bruce didn't compare her to JJ. Everyone else compared her to JJ or her other cousins.

Chloe was the oldest grand daughter and the second oldest grandchild and was supposed to be an example to her juniors. But her other cousins (besides Gia) weren't overly found of her. Along with their parents they too, were mean to Chloe. Sure it wasn't always like that, when they were younger they all got along just fine. But after it happened only Gia and her little sister Tori stayed by her side. Her grandfather would have too if he was still alive.

Chloe was pulled back into reality when she saw her uncle standing across the room. Her heart swelled; all of the good memories she had of him came rushing back. All the late nights watching cartoons, all the "explorations" they had in the woods a few miles from her grandparents house, all the times they had tea parties, all the times they snuck into the basement to play past bedtime, all the times he read her stories, all the times he would explain things to her. All the times he showed he loved her.

"Uncle B!" Chloe whispered. She dropped her bag and left her suitcase. She ran to her uncle and almost jumped into his arms. She had missed him so much, she hadn't seen him in five years. Had it really been five years? Yes it had. His hug had remained the same as it had the last time she was graced with its presence. It was too long. Again she whispered, "I missed you uncle B."

"I missed you too," he admitted into her hair. They lingered for a moment longer then pulled apart at arm's length. "Wow, you became more beautiful; I didn't think it was possible." Chloe blushed at the comment, her uncle always made her blush in a good way. He always complimented her knowing she was self-conscious. Out of the corner of her eye Chloe saw a red head bring her stuff up closer to her. "Oh, Chloe this is Natasha my teammate, Natasha this is my niece Chloe."

Chloe moved from her uncle and shook Natasha's hand and Natasha said, "hi, you can call me Nat, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Chloe said as she grabbed her stuff. "So how far away is your apartment?" Nat and Bruce shared a look with a raised eyebrow, "what?"

"Uh, Chlo', I live at the Avengers tower now." Bruce said it almost like a question.

"Oh," Chloe blushed again, "I guess it slipped mom's mind." However Chloe knew this was not the case, it was one final 'f-you' to her.

"You'll have to stay in Wanda's room for a few nights until we get you a room ready." Then her uncle reassured her with a smile, "You'll like Wanda she's cool." Chloe nodded and then shouldered her bag to show she was ready. Bruce smiled at his niece and then they headed to the car.

As soon as the trio got back to the tower Bruce took his niece to Wanda's room. She was sitting on her bed reading a book when Bruce knocked. She let them in and smiled at Chloe. Wanda could practically feel the anxiety radiating off the poor girl, without using her powers. Though she didn't know why, Wanda understood that Chloe had her own problems. Though Wanda didn't read her mind. She knew it was rude and if Chloe wanted to talk to her Wanda would listen.

Bruce began to introduce the two to each other, "Wanda this is my niece Chloe, Chloe this my teammate Wanda." The two young adults shook hands. Once they let go Bruce continued, "I'll leave you to get to know each other." With that he and Nat left the girls.

They two made eye contact for a moment and then Chloe looked down. "Is there a bathroom, I want to get ready for bed."

"Yeah, right here." Wanda showed the girl her bathroom. Chloe pulled out her toothbrush and her makeup wipes and got herself ready for bed in a few minutes. Wanda offered the girl her bed, but she refused and said she would sleep on the floor.

Once the ice broke the girls talked until well into the night. They had some things in common, like they were young adults who were new to New York. They were both considered odd as well. After four hours of talking they finally decided to go to sleep since Wanda had training the next day. They also decided to binge watch Chloe's favorite show, Stranger Things after training since Wanda had never seen it.

The next morning Wanda woke up to Chloe already dressed and putting on her makeup. She watched for a moment as Chloe almost effortlessly did her makeup. She made it look so easy and fun that Wanda wished she could join.

"Did I mess up?" Chloe asked turning to face Wanda. "You were watching me so I assumed I messed up."

"No," Wanda shook her head. "I was just watching. I've always wanted to learned how to apply makeup." Wanda sighed and got out of bed.

"I can teach you." Wanda turned to her and blinked. "I love makeup and I would love to teach you. I would show you now, but I don't have your shade."

"Really?" Wanda asked, she felt like a kid in a candy store.

"Of course," Chloe leaned in closer to her mirror to do her eyeliner. "Think of it as payment for letting me crash in your room."

Wanda nodded, too excited to speak. She was actually going to learn something from a girl that wasn't related to her powers. She was going to learn something she had always wanted to know. Wanda's mother was going to teach her when she was older, but then she had died. Wanda had been to afraid to ask Natasha for fear of her laughing.

Wanda came out of the bathroom, ready to go as Chloe cleaned up her makeup. The two stood up and headed to the kitchen to eat breakfast with the rest of the team. Wanda could tell that her newfound friend was nervous about meeting everyone. She herself still got nervous sometimes when the whole team got together. Wanda had her brother though, and Chloe had her uncle Bruce.

The two finally got the kitchen and sat down. Chloe sat down next to her uncle and Wanda next to her. Wanda turned to face her brother, but he was staring at Chloe. Wanda prayed that this would go well.