With a little inspiration from sofiarose, I've decided to update this.
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"Can you draw me something?" Lila asked as Wanda sketched a face into the new sketch pad Clint had surprised her with.
"Maybe," Wanda replied, adding silver blond hair and big blue eyes to her portrait with the new colored pencils she had received soon after she had settled with the Bartons.
"Lila, stop bothering Wanda and finish your homework," Laura scolded from the kitchen where she was washing dishes.
"Sorry, Mommy," Lila replied, picking up her pencil.
"It's okay, Laura," Wanda replied. "I don't mind." Wanda called Clint "Papa", but it had taken her some time to accustom Mama with his wife, so they had just settled on Laura for now.
"But Lila has homework to be doing," Laura replied, directing the response more towards her 6 year old daughter than to Wanda. Lila blushed and returned to printing neat letters on the worksheet in front of her. Wanda added Pietro's signature smirk to the picture and finished shading the outline.
"Who is that?" Lila asked in a whisper, leaning over to her older sister.
"It's my brother, Pietro," Wanda replied quietly, eyes downcast.
"Oh. Where is he?" Lila asked innocently, unaware of Pietro's current situation. "Mommy, why doesn't Pietro live with us too?"
Wanda drew a sharp intake of breath as Laura's expression turned from horrified at her daughter to sympathetic towards Wanda. Lila and Cooper had not yet been told that Wanda had a brother who had passed away. "Wanda, you don't-"
"No, it's time they knew. Lila, my brother passed away a few months ago in an accident." Wanda pushed her sketchpad aside.
"Oh, I - I," Lila stuttered. "I'm sorry," she said finally. Wanda gave a nod and scooted her chair back, collecting her sketch pad and pens into a neat pile before disappearing up the stairs to her bedroom. "Wanda?" Lila made to run after her.
"Lila, leave her be," Laura said.
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Wanda ran up to her room and collapsed on the bed, burying her face in the pillow and letting the tears come. She'd thought she would have been able to speak of her brother without tears now, but she had thought wrong.
"Wanda?" a voice at her open door startled her from her thoughts and she looked up, rubbing tears from her eyes. There stood 8-year-old Cooper, clad in jean shorts and a blue and green tank top and clutching a stuffed dinosaur.
"Hey, Coop," Wanda said quietly. "Whatcha need?"
Cooper walked forward and offered her the dinosaur he held.
"This is Frank. He always helps me when I'm sad. I don't know why you're crying, but I thought Frank might be able to help you," Copper said, placing the toy on her bed. Wanda rolled over and pushed herself into a sitting position and held out her arms.
Cooper clambered up on the bed and curled up next to Wanda's side.
"Thank you, Cooper." She squeezed him tight as Cooper set Frank in her lap. "I was crying because I had a brother."
"You did?"
Wanda nodded. "Yeah, I did. His name was Pietro, and I think he would've liked you."
"Really? Well, where is he?" Cooper asked, laying his head on his sister's shoulder.
"He passed away a few months ago in an accident," Wanda explained, fresh tears springing to her eyes.
"Oh, Wanda, I'm sorry," Cooper said, hugging her tight.
"Thanks, kid," Wanda replied.
"Wanda?" Another voice made its presence known.
"Yes, Lila?"
"I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't know-"
"It's okay, honey. Come here." Wanda held out her other arm and Lila walked round to the other side of the bed and climbed up, nestling into Wanda's other side.
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"Hey, honey," Clint said as he entered the house from outside. "Fence is all fixed." A fence along the north line had been damaged in a recent storm, so Clint had gone to repair it.
"Thank you," Laura replied as she tidied Lila's scattered papers and homework on the table. Clint came up and gave her a backwards hug, kissing her temple.
"Where are the kids?" he asked, noticing the uncharacteristically quiet household.
"Upstairs," Laura replied. Clint glanced down at the table, where Wanda's open sketch pad sat. The drawing of Pietro was on display.
"Oh no," he said grimly.
"Don't worry, Lila knows. Wanda told her," Laura said. "She ran up to her room after though, and I haven't seen her since."
"I'll go check on her," Clint said with one last kiss to her ear before collecting Wanda's sketch pad and pencils and heading up the stairs. What he saw when he peeked into Wanda's bedroom shocked him. 3 kids with tear-streaked faces curled up on the bed, eyes closed. Clint snapped a picture with his phone, gently put away Wanda's art supplies, then covered the threesome with a blanket before backing out of the room, closing the door behind him.