"Fred," said Wanda, standing in the doorway leading out to the backyard with her arms crossed, studying the large boy quizzically. "Do I want to ask what you're doing?"
Fred looked up at the girl in front of him and gave her an amiable smile. "Ain't it obvious?" he asked, holding up one of the green and red plants littering the ground around him. "I'm planting a garden."
"Oh." Wanda wrinkled her nose. "That's... nice."
"Yup," Fred nodded proudly, giving the little plant in his hand an affectionate pat before gently placing it in the ground and patting soil into place around it. "Lance said that we can't keep relying on stealing things, and need to be more 'self-sufficient'- and then Pietro said, 'what do you wanna do, plant a garden?'. And then I started thinking, and I thought, 'hey, that's not a bad idea-' so I planted a garden!" He grinned. "We're gonna have a real nice backyard in the summer."
Wanda leaned lazily against the doorframe, watching as Blob placed the last of the tiny plants into the ground. "I always liked gardens," she murmured thoughtfully. "Father never had one..." As Fred rose and brushed dirt off of his legs, she followed him into the house. "Those sure are some strange looking plants, though. What kind are they?"
"Oh, they're Venus fly traps," Fred relied blithely, not noticing the way Wanda stopped in her tracks behind him or how her eyes widened.
Suddenly from the backyard there came a loud cry of, "Yo, look at all these bugs back here!" This was quickly followed by a snapping sound and a high pitched squeal that could only come from one person. A grin spread across Wanda's face.
"Freddy," she remarked, practically skipping after him into the kitchen, "I like your garden already."
AN: I don't write about Fred and Toad enough, do I? Honestly, you could probably re-title this story "The Pietro Show". This needs to change.