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: serious family love fluff between Chloe and Bruce.

Also in this chapter I will be making up customs for Sokovia because it is a fictional land.

I don't own Marvel or Wicked or Toy Story 3, only my OCs

The next morning the Avengers (besides Bruce) came into the kitchen to see Bruce cooking. They were surprised to see him acting normal. He was smiling and had a joyful aura around him that made him seem happy. Bruce never seemed this happy, he barely seemed happy at all before Chloe came.

Chloe had made Bruce happy. If the team knew that was all it took they would have had her over a long time ago. She made him have a spring his step that nobody realized was missing. Bruce was more social; he didn't lock himself in his lab.

Bruce was currently making homemade mini waffles and ad ice cream and cookies out. He was using two mini waffles as bread and the cookies and ice cream as the filling for a sandwich. Bruce put whipped cream and a cherry on two of the four sandwiches and set them down at the table. "Nobody touch these." Bruce turned and left the room. The team didn't touch the treats for fear of him unleashing the Hulk but got themselves breakfast.

A few minutes later he returned with Chloe. He had his hands over her eyes and was guiding her toward the table. "Uncle B, I really want to be alone right now."

"If it were me, would you leave me alone?" Bruce asked.

Chloe stopped and turned a little bit toward him (just shy out of his grasp on her eyes). "Touche, ten points to Ravenclaw." Bruce guided her to where the waffle sandwiches were and positioned her in front of them. He moved his hands away. Once Chloe saw what her uncle had made her eyes widen and her mouth dropped. She turned to her uncle, "you made them?!"

"They're not your aunt Kelsey's cookies but it's my waffles and no whipped cream for you." Bruce held a finger up, "I forgot something." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue candle. Bruce put the candle into one of two waffle sandwiches without whipped cream, "happy birthday." The two hugged, "shall we eat?" He asked and she nodded.

They both sat down with the rest of the team. "God, I haven't had these since," Chloe paused, "since, the last day of The Summer of the Headbands!" Chloe lifted the sandwich to her mouth and slowly took a bite. She smiled and set the sandwich down. "We have tried everything to make these but I could never get them just right." Chloe took another bite and sat back while sighing in delight.

"I got you something," Bruce pulled an envelope out of his back pocket. "I ordered them as soon as I found out you were coming." Chloe raised her eyebrow. "What, don't you love me?"

"Of course uncle B," she answered.

"Do you trust me?"

"Not with that look on your face." She grinned at him. He held out the envelope and after a moment she took it. She opened the envelope and pulled out two tickets. Chloe looked at him and Bruce motioned for her to continue. She read them and then exclaimed, "you got me tickets to Wicked?!" Chloe had tears in her eyes, she had thought her uncle had forgotten about the deal that they had made.

"I know you know the album by heart, but we were supposed to go it when it came to Philly. I know you really wanted to see it and I did promise we would go see it." Bruce smiled and practically jumped into the hug she gave him. "You're crying, is this a repeat of Toy Story 3?"

Chloe returned to her seat and wiped her tears away. "No these are happy tears, Toy Story 3 were sad tears."

Bruce smiled, "afterward we're going to this Mexican Restaurant I found because I know how much you love Mexican food."

Chloe wiped her tears away, "thank you uncle B."

After his run Pietro found himself at his sister's door. He kept telling himself he wasn't going to ask her about Chloe, that he just wanted to talk with his sister. They hadn't just talked in awhile; Pietro couldn't even remember the last time they had done that. It was before the experiments that, was at least two years ago. Pietro missed having time between him and his sister, they had so much before that they didn't realize how much they would miss it. It was another thing he took for granted.

"I know you're there," Wanda called out to him. "You can come in." Pietro opened the door and stepped in. Wanda was sitting on her bed reading, she didn't even bother looking up.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief?" He asked after he studied the title.

"Chloe recommended it, she said it was one of her favorite series, but the movies are terrible. So far it is good, very funny." Wanda stopped talking to turn the page. "Now I know you aren't here to talk about books." She put a book mark in the page she was reading. Wanda set the book off to the side and patted an empty space on the bed. Pietro sat down and the twins turned to face each other. "You want to know about Chloe."

Pietro blinked in surprise, "what? I-"

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "don't deny it brother, you like her." Pietro didn't say anything as he looked away. This made Wanda's smile widen. "What do you want to know?"

Pietro thought for a moment; what did he want to know? What was there to know? She was the biggest mystery he had ever encountered. Pietro didn't mean it in a bad way, he liked a challenge. She was something different then what he had previously been exposed to. She was a rarity, she was different.

Pietro liked different. Since he had joined the Avengers girls practically threw themselves at him. He had to admit he liked the attention, but one night stands weren't really his thing. Back in Sokovia you didn't have sex until you were married. It was considered taboo if you did so, it just wasn't right. Pietro didn't break that rule, it was the way he was raised.

Another rule was that you didn't choose who you were married too, your parents chose. Girls got married at eighteen and boys at twenty one. It was odd for a girl Wanda's age to not be married, but the two had signed up for the experiments at eighteen. Plus, Pietro wasn't just going to give his sister away to some guy that didn't love her.

Now that they were in America things could change; the could marry whoever they wanted as long as the other approved. Here, they were different people in a new world.

Pietro finally answered the question, it was something simple. "She is easy to upset, how do I not do that?"

Wanda sighed and grabbed his hand. "Don't ask Chloe about her brother. I don't know exactly what, but something happened to him that hurt her. Though she loves to talk about her sister Tori, from what I can tell they idolize each other. Is that the right word?" Pietro shrugged, they both had room to improve with their English. "She is fragile, be careful."

"I will."

Tony had a genius plan that he knew would work. Heck, he hadn't done anything yet and it was already in motion. Tony knew that this plan would go off without a hitch. Sure there was a set back, but it didn't really matter. He needed someone to help him.

There was no way Bruce would ever agree to this, Steve would probably tell Bruce, the twins were apart of the plan along with Chloe, and Natasha would probably knock him out then tell Bruce. Tony's best option was Clint.

And at this moment Tony was trying to find Clint. Jarvis kept saying that he was in the kitchen, but Tony didn't see him. He looked all around but couldn't find him.

The fifth time he walked into the kitchen Clint made himself known. "Tony, you're pacing."

Tony jumped and turn to the fridge. There was Clint sitting on top of the fridge eating a sandwich. "What the hell Clint?" He asked putting his hand to his chest. "Why are you even up there?"

Clint shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich. "I like scaring people, plus it makes me feel taller." He hopped down. "Who ya looking for?"

"You actually." Tony admitted. Clint took another bit and motioned for Tony to continue. "I have a plan. I'm going to get Chloe and Pietro together."

At this Clint stopped chewing and almost dropped his sandwich. "Wha-?"

"Here me out, we get them together okay? It's obvious that he likes her and there's no way he would want to upset her or make Bruce angry. He won't act on his feelings and we know Chloe's to shy to do anything. And who says these feeling will go away? So, we give them a little nudged, a little push in the right direction. And we can't say that Wanda won't like her, they are already good friends."

"Tony," Clint started, "that's their feelings you're messing with."

Tony held up a finger, "see I knew you'd say that. If this goes south I will Bruce it was all my idea and you had nothing to do with it. I will take fully responsibility."

Clint stopped, he had to admit it was a pretty good offer. Make the 'Quick Little Bastard' happy and if that didn't work he would see Tony fall. Pietro did deserve some happiness, that much he agreed with. He literally almost died. Yes he deserved some happiness. Plus, Clint was kind of bored right now and he wouldn't throw away his chance to see Tony's ego fail.

"I'm in."

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