A/N: Okay, I'm a terrible person.. I know, I know.. I should be doing my Captain Au and YDSTC chapters... But! I have had major writers block on those chapters all week and they are just not wanting to be written right now. In the mean time, I have like fifteen freaking one shot ideas.

And leading into that, is how this lovely new series has come about! Now, if you lovely readers have taken my advice and gone to read the lovely Just Watch Me Fly's stories, you'll know she has a fun little one shot series. The chapters are all one shots dealing with "What if" scenarios from her story, or things that she thought would be funny/entertaining.

So, she and I have been messaging a ton and we've come up with about a dozen ideas for my OC and one shots they could be in, but things that wouldn't really fit into a normal story. And thus, I decided to create a One Shot Series story like hers to keep them all in one place! I have about three or four that should be typed up real quick, some dealing with AU scenarios, my OC, some in DC and some in Marvel -the sky is the limit! -so you guys will probably get one tonight and another every night for... awhile... Inspiration you know?

And, of course, you guys can comment or PM me ideas you would like me to write (whether it's about my OC, or a pairing I've done before) and I'd be happy to! Especially if you have any OC of your own you think would be good for/ should meet mine! I love having cross over OC shots, they're so entertaining!

So this chapter is based off of YDSTC, my Pietro-OC story (that will have a chapter soon, I promise...) and set in the far future for the couple. Even though it is about the couple, it actually centers around Wanda and what she does when she figures out Pietro and Skyla are going to have a baby. It's very Feels-y so you have been warned!

I don't own any of the media in this one shot series, except my OC. Enjoy!

The Pieces of Our Lives

Chapter 1: Aunt Wanda

Wanda knew before Skyla and Pietro; she could still remember the moment she realized that she was going to an aunt, and in turn they would become parents. They had come over for dinner, something so mundane but regular now that the younger league of super heroes was coming into their own enough for them to retire. Wanda never thought that she would be the kind of person who was okay with mundane and domestic things, but she found that she was. She enjoyed her tiny little apartment- only one bedroom but with a surprisingly large living space and kitchen -and she enjoyed having the Avengers, new and old, over for dinner or drinks. Skyla and her twin brother were regulars, showing up two or three times a week to share movies or food and talks, and it was during one of these nights that Wanda noticed something was different about her sister-in-law.

While Wanda could not see auras like Skyla, her powers did allow her access to sight of a person's life energy; it was something that helped her tap into the mental process of all living things, and made it possible for her to manipulate their thought patterns without distressing that life force. Unlike with Skyla, there weren't different colors, it was all a smoke-like red haze around a person, that got larger or smaller depending on how much was being used or- usually the case -depleted from Wanda's mental messing around. When Skyla and Pietro showed up for dinner, on that night, Wanda realized that there were two smaller red smoke forms, hovering around Skyla's abdomen. While she had never paid much attention to it before, she knew what this meant, and she knew what she had to do.

Wanda's powers had always been on the darker side; no matter what she did, she always managed to only portray scary or dark things into people's minds. Sure, she was a hero and the other portion of her power- the matter manipulation -was entirely different, but the mental power she held was dark. She had never attempted to do any different, because as a hero bringing out people's worst fears and crippling them with those visions was useful. But now she had a reason to want to try and change her powers. What sort of aunt would she be, if she could only give her future niece or nephew nightmares? If she could never soothe the horrible visions of their brains, but add to it? Wanda may not have had a large family- even the extended one with Clint and the Avengers -but she was fiercely loyal to the family she did have, and she wasn't about to cause any pain to these new additions.

"I need you to teach me how to make my powers not evil," Wanda said, her accent thick as she stood before the three people she had called to her home, a few nights after seeing Skyla and her brother, and a day after the couple had announced that Skyla was about two months along in her pregnancy. Sat before her was Professor Bruce Banner, Agent Nick Fury, and former Agent, current father figure for the girl, Clint Barton.

"Wanda, your powers aren't evil," Cline said, quick to protect the girl he had quickly adopted as another daughter, in his life. Fury raised a brow at the archer, but decided to stay quiet and sip the tea she had provided for them.

"While I am probably the first to admit that your powers are not something I'd like to endure again," Bruce said, jumping in at the now silent room," I do agree with Clint, in that you aren't evil."

"I don't mean that I am evil," Wanda sighed, having hoped that the men before her would understand her plight a little bit more." I think I've proven myself time and time again, in the years on the Avengers."

"She means she doesn't want her visions to only create bad things," Fury said, deciding if he didn't step in, they would be here all night. Wanda nodded at his response, glad that one of the men had at least understood what her meaning was." Wanda isn't trying to insinuate that she herself is evil, I don't think anyone here would, anymore; what she's saying is that she knows that her mental control is... effective, but perhaps not the most savory of pills to swallow. Especially given Skyla and Pietro's recent news, she is probably worrying about how this will translate with children, in the picture."

Clint and Bruce exchanged glances at this, understanding dwelling in the two sets of hazel and brown eyes. They both had a silent conversation, during the locked gaze, and then nodded together.

"We're in," Bruce said.

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While starting out with the man who could turn into a semi-indestructible rage monster was probably not the smartest thing Wanda had ever done, she was rather determined to have her powers converted from less than savory, to full on good, as fast as possible. Her sessions with Bruce didn't go nearly as she had planned, only because he didn't allow her in his head, at all, until he thought she was ready. It was many a sessions of just talking, taking psychological looks at Wanda's past and why these powers may have manifested during Strucker's trials. It was a lot of mental footwork for the Scarlet Witch, that she had not prepared herself for; but it was worth it if in the end she could hold her future nephews and not be scared of scarring them for life. When she did move onto his mind, his tactic was to get himself to the verge of where the Hulk would take over, and then have her try to calm him with soothing images in his brain. It was effective, and they only had once instance where Natasha had to step in with a Lullaby.

Clint's lessons were a little more straight forward; first he had her mess with his mind in the way she was used to. While Wanda was hesitant to use her powers on the man that had basically raised her for seven years, he insisted that he had to know the bad side to teach her how to change it. Once she had worked into his mind like she had done with many others, he had to take a break. Two days later he was directing her to pull other memories from his mind, and push the bad ones away. It took her about two weeks before she could do this flawlessly, and by that time she was sure that Clint was about to disown her for the amount of bad things she had forced upon him.

Fury's methods were... well it reminded her of the terrible Karate movie that Tony had made her, Pietro, Skyla, and Steve watch when they became Avengers. He was very like the Mister Miyagi of that movie, in that he made her work on things that never made sense until after she had mastered them. He began with meditation, but instead of the kind that Bruce used- usually in a garden with soft music and tea -Fury had her learn Taichi and do the yoga-like movements over and over, while chanting different poems, so taht her mind was sharp and focused on many things at once. At the end, he explained that having to focus on breathing, memorization, and movements was a good practice for when she was being bombarded with many different memories or thoughts, and she had to focus on all of them at once. Next, he asked her to start learning how to project her own images upon others, versus just using the ones in their head. This way, even if there was nothing good inside a person's mind, she could create something good for them. Wanda would never admit it to Clint or Bruce, but she liked Fury's training most of all because he seemed to understand what she wanted more.

When Wanda was really and truly happy with everything that she learned, it was just in time. Skyla, who had swelled up to nearly twice her normal size and then some, was ready to pop any day now. The closer the due date came, the more worried Wanda was about things not working, all her hard work being for naught the second she got to hold her two little nephews. She should have known better, she had picked the best men for the job, and their training would not fail her.

"Wanda!" Skyla's voice came from the living room, where she had been waiting for Wanda to bring her a snack and some water. The brunette ducked her head out of the kitchen and was startled to find Skyla doubled over by the couch." I hate to be that pregnant woman, but I'm pretty sure the stomach pains I've been having are about six minutes apart."

"But Pietro is on patrol tonight!" Wanda panicked, dropping the bag of chips she had been retrieving for her sister. She began to curse in her native tongue, and flailed around for a good minute or two before calming herself enough to speak again." I will call Tony, he will have your belongings, and we can meet him at the hospital."

"Pietro too, I know he's on patrol but Natasha is on standby in case this happens," Skyla begged, her dark blue eyes pained and desperate for her lover. Wanda swallowed nervously but nodded and sent out texts to the entire team. She got Skyla down to the curb, and whistled for a cab in record time. Halfway to the hospital- which was actually going rather fast given the cabbie had said he never had a baby born in his cab, and he wasn't about to start now -Skyla started crying." Skyla! It's okay! We're almost there, and your contractions are still far enough-"

"That's not why I'm crying!" Skyla admitted, squeezing Wanda's hand." Wanda, what if I'm a terrible mother? I never had a family before Tony and your brother... None of my foster families was ever close to a real family, and I don't know anything about my real mother or father... I don't know the first thing about raising children, or making sure they're happy and safe and- agh!"

A contraction cut the younger woman off, and Wanda watched all of her own fears began to bubble up inside of Skyla. Wanda knew exactly how her sister was feeling, knew exactly the grief and unease that Skyla had in her gut, because it had grown in her own over the last few months.

"Skyla, I'm going to do something, and you have to trust me," Wanda said reaching forward to touch her sister's forehead.

"I trust you so much, Wanda..." Skyla said, wishing she could make the woman see the truth in her words. Wanda felt touched at the sentiment, but knew that this was not the time for that discussion. She touched Skyla's forehead and closed her eyes; it took a moment for her to find the vision she wanted, but she managed to merge her idea and Skyla's dream to make what she needed. She projected an image to Skyla, one of her and Pietro sitting under a tree on Clint's farm. In Skyla's lap was a small boy with silver hair and dark blue eyes, laughing and trying to put flowers in his mother's hair. On Pietro's lap was another boy, but this one had hair the color of cornsilk and his eyes were icy blue-grey. He was tugging on his father's hair and trying to climb up his strong shoulders, while Pietro was keeping him down and laughing. The picture was beautiful, that of a perfect family, and Wanda felt Skyla relax even with another contraction coming.

"Family is not perfect," Wanda said, as they parked in front of the ER, and took Skyla's hands in her own," But you know what it's like to be alone in the world. You know a bitter sadness that not even Pietro and I can know, because we had each other, at least. So long as you know that feeling, and you know you never want your children to feel it, I think you're going to be just fine."

Skyla didn't speak, but the look that she was giving Wanda was far better than any words she could have attempted. Wanda helped her into the ER and began filling out papers as they set her up to go to an exam room. Halfway through her work, Tony showed up and said something that surprised Wanda.

"Witchy, you're crying!" Tony said, clutching the duffle bag Pietro and Skyla had readied weeks before, in preparation of this." Is Skyla okay? Did something happen? I swear if that squirreling speedster did any-"

"Tony, she's fine," Wanda said, wiping at the tears she hadn't realized where there," I'm just... I'm worried about my nephews. I want to be the best person I can for them."

"You and me both, lady," Tony said. Wanda handed over the paperwork to a nurse, and both former heroes were taken into a hospital room where Skyla had been set up with an epidural and a nurse. She waved at them both, tiredly, and Wanda let Tony began doting on his adopted daughter.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Pietro came sliding into the room about five minutes later, and nearly tripped over the nurse who was leaving the room.

"She is fine, Pietro," Wanda said, touching her brother's shoulder and smiling. Pietro took a breath, then sped over to Skyla's other side, grabbing her hand and starting a conversation in their native tongue, his words faster than normal. Tony was keeping up pretty well, for someone who had only learned Sokovian about two years prior, and Wanda allowed herself to fall to the background. As the birth progresses further, Wanda felt her nerves fraying a little more each minute. Hearing the pained sounds from Skyla- even with the drugs from her epidural -made all her previous fears come crashing back to reality. Six hours in, and Wanda was about to excuse herself, for air or water, or something, but Skyla's voice stopped her.

"Wanda?" Skyla asked, her voice strained and tight. Wanda moved nearly as quick as her brother and took Tony's position on Skyla's right side.

"I'm here, sister," Wanda said, her voice hoarse and dry.

"I know this is a lot to ask," Skyla said," But could you do whatever it was you did in the cab again? Maybe something else? Show me something from your past... or a time when you were truly happy... I just want something to distract me for a minute."

Wanda looked at her sister, and took in her haggard appearance; Skyla's hair was in a loose pony tail, falling around her face which was covered in beads of sweat. There was nothing glamorous about this picture, but Wanda couldn't think of a time that Skyla had glowed more radiantly. Her eyes were tired and pained, but these emotions were overtaken by a lowing hope that Wanda knew she had helped put there. Her hands clutched Pietro's and shook against the strong grip he was returning.

"I cannot do that," Wanda said, tears forming in her eyes again," Because I do not think that I have ever been as happy as I am right now, here with my family, waiting to invite more into the world."

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Seven hours and thirteen minutes of labor, and Cabot Anthony Maximoff, and Hero Clint Maximoff were born. Wanda was allowed to hold both boys just moments after the parents and Tony, and she almost didn't want to return them to the nurses. Both boys were just as she had imagined, Cabot with silver tufts of hair and navy blue eyes, and Hero with light blonde hair and grey tinted eyes. Holding them in her arms, rocking with them while the doctors spoke with Pietro and Skyla, Wanda had never felt as content as she did right them. Both boys' minds were fuzzy, not yet fully formed, and she had been silly to think she would ever be able to put bad things in there. She had no bad feelings right now, she was entirely happy and content, and that was the only thing she would have been able to give her nephews, at that moment.

"Miss Maximoff?" A Nurse said in a soft tone. Wanda looked up and nodded, realizing she must have been calling her for a few moments, but Wanda had been lost in her nephews." I hate to ask, but we have to take the boys to be weighed and for their hearing tests."

"Of course," Wanda said, standing, carefully from the rocking chair. She was just handing Cabot over to the nurse, when a vision pushed into her mind, of another's' accord. She glanced down at Hero, his grey eyes shining in a way that made Wanda think he would be an old soul, and then she allowed the vision to wash over her. It was her own face, shining in happiness and love, cooing in her native tongue to who she could only assume was the baby giving her this beautiful gift." Oh, my boy... I cannot wait until I can return that favor back to you."

And so, Auntie Wanda gave her other nephew to the nurse, and then sat down to dream about all the wonderful things she could give those boys.

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A/N: ... I did warn you that there would be feels... Though, I admit, that not even I saw that moment with Wanda and Skyla. The characters sort of hijacked that one, on me...

I feel as if I'll continue a few more shots with Wanda and her nephews, as they grow up, and have a few more moments with all the Avengers and the new babies. But that's down the road.

Next chapter will be posted probably tomorrow night after work, and it's going to be a real life AU, where ALL my OC meet at a convention. It'll be kind of cool to see them interacting and not in their normal fandom writings. We'll see how many times they hijack that chapter... So many OC voices, so little time..

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it (this is totally dedicated to Just Watch Me Fly, again, because she was the one who made me think of Wanda and her brother's kids)!

Until next time, Ciao!