First off, thank you all for enjoying the story so much. I honestly didn't think it would get so many favorites and follows. Your reviews were really encouraging as I hoped I did the characters justice. Really appreciate it.

Second point, I was watching Age of Ultron the other day and the idea train just wouldn't stop. So, here is another chapter, more Avenger centric this time around but I hope you all enjoy it just the same.

"You think she looks sadder than usual?" Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, asked the red and green colored Android standing next to her.

"I am still new to the concept of feeling human emotions, but it does seem that Ms. Maximoff has been less responsive lately." Vision said, a pretty spot-on answer in Steve's opinion.

The super solider had notice that Wanda wasn't as focused in her training lately. At times she would space out when asked to perform a move with her powers or use too much energy when sparing, which could have put some people in danger. The three were standing in the top inner balcony of the Avenger Facility and bellow them was one Scarlet Witch sitting in the lounge monotonously switching tv channels.

"It must be the new facility; she hadn't gone out since we moved in a week ago." Natasha guessed.

"How could she, half the people here think she's still a threat. There are eyes practically on her all hours of the day." Steve frowned, the thought of how confined the young lady must be feeling didn't sit well with him.

"Maybe you should go talk to her." Natasha patted Vision on the back. The assassin knew the android was the closest to Wanda.

"Oh, I have tried. I think the move is only partially the problem." Vision rubbed his mechanical chin.

"Oh god, it's like a funeral in here!" A voiced boomed inside the room.

The three noticed the sound of footsteps coming closer. "Speak of the devil." Natasha whispered which produced a chuckle from Steve. The master assassin and super solider have made it a game of who could make the most inside jokes about Tony without him noticing.

"Whose soul are you here to collect today Stark." Steve replied.

"What are you talking about Rogers." A confused Tony shot the blond man a look.

Natasha and Steve held back a laugh.

"Okay, I am going to ignore you guys if this…" He pointed at the three "whatever it is, continues." Tony straightened the suit he was wearing, something he did when he was no longer joking around.

"Ok, ok, ok." Steve broke, he waved his hand and gestured for Tony to come over.

Tony quirked his eyebrow and smirked, satisfied that his pouting gave him a small victory, again.

"It's Maximoff." Steve stated. "She's been kind of gloomy lately, not as focused." All four of them now staring at the woman clicking the remote.

"So?" Tony shrugged.

"We can't have her unfocused on missions, she may get herself or others hurt." Steve explained. "Besides, I don't think she likes it much here."

"What? You want me to get her an arcade?" Tony joked, but to of no arouse. Tony wiped the smirk off his face and then cupped his chin. "I have an idea."

"Should we be worried?" Vision questioned, the android knew too well that the phrase usually meant something very mischievous and highly unprofessional.

"I was going to ask the same thing." Natasha crossed her arms.

"Guys, relax. I know women, trust me, a little shopping and some fresh air will do her wonders." Tony spoke.

"You, taking her shopping?" Steve raised an eyebrow, the thought of the billionaire throwing credit cards at Wanda seemed totally out of place.

"No, who the hell gave you that idea." Tony said as he gracefully turned his back on the three and headed for the stairs.

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The sound of shoes tapping on the marble floor echoed in Wanda's ears. She thought it may be Steve since there was a confident stride in the stepping rhythm, but Steve rarely came in here in the middle of the day, no less a Wednesday.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn off the TV."

'Oh no' the Sokovian groaned internally at the voice. It wasn't so much the fact she still held a grudge over Stark for what his weapons did to her family, over the past few weeks she had found ways to forgive him. It was more so the case that when it was just them in a room, it would always be him doing the talking. The blabbering of the billionaire is not what she wanted to deal with currently.

The hologram projection of the TV program shuttered off with a blink.

"I was watching that." She mouthed plainly.

"Sure you were, I could tell by all the clicking you enjoyed that channel." Tony quipped.

Wanda rested her head on her palm, her elbow dug into the soft armrest of the couch. "Stark, what do you want?" There was irritation in her voice.

Even through the thick accent Tony could tell he was not welcomed at the moment, especially since she used his last name. "I thought we have moved pass the formalities, or should I be calling you Maximoff again." Tony plopped himself onto the empty couch area, right of the girl.

"Come on Wanda, can we be civil here. I am just trying to be a team player." Tony looked at the young woman, doing his best plea for truce expression.

Wanda didn't spare him a glance, instead she began clicking the remote again, but nothing happened.

"Okay, lets cut a deal here. You deal with me for a few hours and I'll convince Cap to give you the next week off."

The clicking stopped. Now this caught her attention. Tony was a shit-talker, but over the course of time the witch had interacted with the billionaire, for the most part he kept his word. Slowly, she turned her head to face the playboy. "Deal?" Tony raise his hand for a shake.

"You're not really giving me a choice, are you?" Wanda sarcastically spoke.

"Not a chance." Tony reassured.

Wanda rubbed her aching forehead. "Why are you doing this?" She was curious now.

Tony scooted a little bit closer which made Wanda shove herself deeper into her corner. "The team wants to make sure you are ok, I told them you looked fine, but with this attitude I think I might have taken the wrong side."

"And you are going to help me? How?" Wanda shook her head at him.

"I have money." Tony joked. Wanda rolled her eyes and pointed the remote at the empty wall.

"I'll let you barrow these for the week too." The man made some jiggling noise with the metal in his hand.

Wanda grabbed at the car keys but was too slow for the billionaire who crossed his arm. "Na-ah, shake on it." He offered her his free hand.

Wanda gave him a squint, it looked like a blood vessel was about to burst.

"Shake, or you can fly around the city, and I know how much you enjoy your privacy."

Wanda scoffed, but finally gave in. She reached over and gave the man a light shake.

"See, not so bad." The man smiled and stood up, pulling the woman onto her feet too.

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The car stopped by the private pond a few miles away from the base. Tony got out of the back-right side of the car and Wanda followed.

"I thought you were going to let me drive." Wanda mumbled.

"Happy needs to get paid for something." Tony quipped.

The driver, Happy Hogan, got out of the driver seat. "Hey, I do take outs too." He continued the joke.

Wanda gave the two a disapproving look. "You know, I just up my finger on who the two of you remind me of."

"Oh yeah." Tony said while lifting something out of the back trunk.

"Yeah, they're called dumb and dumber. And you are definitely dumber." Wanda eyed Tony.

"It would be my honor play Jim Carry, what do you think Jeff?" Tony asked Happy.

"I like Jeff Daniels, what an amazing actor. We met him once at a premier." Happy stated while pulling out some chairs.

Wanda let out a chuckle of defeat, there was no point trying to insult men with such self-deprivation.

"Yes, enjoy yourself." Tony encouraged.

"Shut up, what are we doing here?" The Scarlet Witch said crossing her arms as the mild breeze produced a small chill down her spine.

"What does it look like?" The billionaire pressed a button on a baton, suddenly, the pole extended several feet. "Fishing."

"You fish?" Wanda looked dumbfounded, surprised the genius had a hobby outside of building iron suits.

"No, but there's a first for everything." Tony handed her the pole.

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For the next hour it was Wanda who proved to be the natural fisherman in the group. Having hauled in over eight fish. Happy was second with three, and dead last was Tony at zero.

"Are you sure you aren't using your powers to convince the fish to kill themselves." Tony said, half-joking, half being a sore loser.

"I would never do that." Wanda replied seriously.

"Just watch what she does, you'll eventually get something Tony." Happy butted in.

Tony stuck the pole into the soft grass until the pole was able to stay in place and crossed his arms. He was convinced that the witch was secretly using her powers. "So, Wanda, are we back to first name basis?"

Wanda grunted as a reply. Secretly, she was having a really fun time.

"Good, well Wanda. Do tell, what is your trick?" Tony looked at the way she tugged the pole working the wire.

Wanda paused for a second, taking a deep gaze at the calm passing waters. "You have to aim for the midsection between the shallow and deep end of the water."

"Where'd you learn that?" Tony immediately regretted asking.

"I fished a lot as a kid. With my father and brother."

Tony felt a tinge of discomfort in his heart, especially now that there isn't a tube of metal in his chest. He looked down at his feet in remorse, "Look I am-"

"Don't be, it's not your fault." Wanda stopped him.

The billionaire uncrossed his arms and pointed at himself. "I think we both know I am. I am sorry, and I am doing my best to atone for what I have done wrong in the past."

"I know." Her sincere tone piercing his thick sorrow.

Happy kept his lips sealed, he didn't want to ruin the moment. The driver was glad that his boss was having a heart to heart with Wanda. During the few times he had interacted with the girl, he could tell she's a nice kid.

Tony sighed in relief; the brief moment felt like a steppingstone into his long battle with a guilty conscience. Knowing that at least for now, his hands were just a little bit cleaner he managed to croak a thank you. Wanda smiled a little from the response. She was true in her words; she didn't want the old history between them to affect their relationship. For now, he's basically the rich uncle she never had, and she could tell the billionaire was doing his best to make it up to her.

A few more minutes passes by, Happy caught another fish.

"So, Wanda. The team has been a little concerned, and we'll I am hoping you would share what is bothering you." Tony voiced.

"I didn't know you my psychologist." Wanda muttered.

Happy chuckled but was silenced by a light slap to the arm. "Hey, that's assaulting an employee."

Tony rolled his eyes and dismissed the threat.

"Come on, this is a safe space. Scout's honor, I won't tell a soul." Tony crossed his heart and held out his fingers.

Wanda kept quiet. "We were doing so well." She shook her head.

"We'll how about a game instead. It's called, Tony guesses, Wanda gets angrier."

Without warning, the genius's fishing pole flung into the water with a plop. Tony's eye's widen in disbelief, scowling at the woman to his right, "you're paying for that."

Wanda laughed; they both knew that wasn't happening.

"Happy." Tony held out his hand and wiggled his fingers.

"What? Really?" The annoyed driver questioned. The billionaire kept his hand out, and with a sigh, Happy handed his fishing pole over to his boss.

"This stays with me." He gripped the metal tightly while giving the stink-eye to the witch.

Several more minutes goes by, Wanda catches another fist. Tony, nothing.

"How did it feel when you told everybody that you are Iron Man?" Wanda finally broke the awkward silence.

Tony coughed a little and straightened his posture, "Wow, no one's really asked me that." There was a small discomfort in his back, the weight of the question slowly settling in. This was the first time in a while a question has thrown him off, or at least required some thinking. Tony knew for a while now that Wanda has been contemplating an official announcement of her identity and role as an Avenger. Besides the public knowing that someone by the superhero name Scarlet Witch exist, the Avengers have tried to keep the leaks of her real identity from reaching the world.

"Geez, liberating really, I hate the whole secret identity thing. Besides knowing me, people would have found out eventually." The billionaire shrugged. "What's on your mind?"

"Just thinking." Wanda knew why she was in a bad mood. The facility was partly the problem, though it was made to look professional with certain homey touches. In her mind, it was people in command putting her in house arrest. The confinement of being an hour away from the city was not something she liked either. Of course, there was Vision and Steve who tried their best to keep her company, and Natasha to discuss personal matters with, but she didn't have any other connections besides them. Tony only visited occasionally, but this is probably the longest they have ever interacted. Likewise, some of the employees at the facility didn't hide their uneasiness for the girl, as if she was a walking time bomb.

"It's a big decision. Take as much time as you need." Happy encouraged the girl.

Wanda half-smiled "Thanks Happy."

"Whoa!" Stark jolted as he felt a large force pull at his string.

"Hey, it looks like you got a big one!" Happy clapped.

"Ok, ok, I just reel it now, right?" He looked at Wanda and Happy who were both trying to demonstrate how to probably pull the fish in.

"You can't do it all in one go, light tugs, then reel." Wanda showed the billionaire.

"Ah, come on you little mother-" Tony composed himself not letting the word slip. The billionaire began to mimicking Wanda's moments. "Come on baby!" He grunted; Tony could tell the fish was close as the smooth surface of the pond began to break into ripples. "OH YEAH!" He yelled in joy as he finally lifted the aquatic animal out into the air. "Man, this is actually pretty fun."

"Picture time!" Happy announced pulling in his boss and Wanda for a group selfie. "Smile."

Of course, Hogan gave a genuine smile, while Tony held out his fish with a smug smirk, and Wanda attempted to not appear awkward as she forced a grin on her face for Happy's sake.

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"Ok, I know I said I'll convince Cap to give you next week off… that's a lie." Tony squinted his eyes shut, preparing every fiber of his being to be ripped apart by the Scarlet Witch's magic. "Hmm?" He touched his chest then arms and face, "I am alive?"

He peered to his right to find Wanda peering out of the car window, the slight reflection on the glass showed the girl with a acknowledging smirk.

"You aren't mad? Gonna haunt my dreams?" Tony inquired, not sure if he may already be dead.

"I expected a much." Scarlet breathed.

The billionaire looked passed the window, the Avenger facility in the close distance, some lights still on but most of the personnel were gone for the day.

"They are scared of me." Wanda muffled.

Tony sighed, he thought that might have been another reason the young woman may have been feeling a little depressed. "Nonsense, Steve, Nat, Vis, all the guys like you. They care about you."

"They're the exception." She shook her head. Wanda knew that joining Hydra for experimentation would change her, give her abilities that would allow the bloodthirsty girl the powers to take revenge on the man that wronged her and her family. However, now that exact person is sitting right next to her trying to cheer her up. How the world works is so strange, she thought. It was bittersweet in her mind, at first, she wanted to use her powers for destruction, but now she wants to help people in need. It definitely didn't benefit her that the people she lived with knew about her past intentions, and that they still are hesitant to trust her.

The car stopped at the entrance of the base.

"They…" She looked at the security officers talking with Happy for clearance to enter the base. "They, are scared."

Tony looked through the window and noticed the guards staring at the brunette woman through the glass with cynicism. The brief moment was all it took for the billionaire to realized she was right. The car began to move again.

"So, you staying here for the night? Or back to the city?" Happy asked his boss as he parked.

Tony glanced at his hand watch, 6:53 PM. "I think I'll like to eat whatever I caught today."

"Sure thing." The driver said getting out of the car.

Wanda reached her hand for the door handle; she was tired and ready for dinner.

"Wait." Tony gently grabbed Wanda's hand and guided the Sokovian back down to the seat. Wanda was confused, not really used to seeing such a serious expression on Stark. "Look Wanda, I am all sorts of messed up."

Wanda scoffed, amused by Tony trying to show some humility.

"When I told everybody I was Iron Man, I knew the consequences of my actions. Some people were going to think it's the coolest thing ever" He raised his hand, obviously. "Others, your self-included put an even bigger target on the back of my head. But that didn't faze me, because I knew what I did was right. I built the suits, Ultron, to shield the world, the later didn't go as planned. I ahhhh…" He scratched his beard. "What I am saying is that- people are scared of you because they only see what you can do, not who you are." He offered a soft smile. "You are a good person Wanda; others will see it too."

Wanda breathed; it felt good to hear someone say that to her. She letting Stark's words sink into her head for a moment. "Thanks, Tony."

The billionaire reached over and opened the door for her. "Don't let boy scout know we had this little talk; he may get jealous."

The duo made their way into the facility and into the lounge.

"You hear that?" The genius paused and focused his ears. The sound of a familiar soundtrack was playing in the distance.-

"It's music night." Wanda answered.

"Music night, what the heck?" Tony didn't understand.

"Sam is probably showing Steve some music."

"Jesus…" Tony put on his technologically advanced glasses and tapped the lenses "I have to record this."

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Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

"Awe yeah, you are feeling it Cap?" Sam Wilson aka Falcon said as he began to dance. "Come on let's do this." Sam gestured for two agents to join him, the two didn't need to be asked again as they were feeling the music through their bodies.

Steve sat in a chair with a little booklet describing the making of Michael Jackson's greatest hits. He peaked up to find the men dancing like idiots grabbing their crotches as a music video of the iconic song was projected in the background.

"Scoot over, make way for a brother, will you?" Rhodey pushed Sam over a few feet and began to dance also. "Um, brings me back to high school." The Sargent had remembered every move in the routine for nearly four decades now.

Natasha sat next to Steve and began drinking some beer. "That makes him an old man" She stated just loud enough for Steve to hear but just laxed enough for the music to drown out her voice before it reaches War Machine.

"I have to admit, it's not half bad." Steve responded to Sam's question; his eyes still glued to the small text of the booklet.

"Now this is what I am talking about!" Tony yelled as he barged through the door with Wanda. The billionaire took off his suit jacket and threw it on the empty table besides the super soldier and assassin. "Um, reminds me of college." The playboy began making his way over to join the dancing Avengers.

Steve and Natasha both grinned and sank into their seat.

"Come on Wanda, don't leave us hanging!" Sam insisted.

Wanda's eyes widen in horror when she heard her name being called. Protesting, she shook her head furiously, "No way."

Natasha looked over to Steve, who waved his hand as if giving her his blessing.

The assassin smirked and put down her beer, making her way to Scarlet Witch and semi-roughly pulled her over to the guys. "Come on, just think of it as training for a mission." Nat laughed.

It took a few second of awkward bobbing back and forth before Wanda eventually said, "screw it" and started dancing with Natasha and everybody else, the sight made Steve laugh genuinely.

Unbeknownst to the people enjoying themselves in the room, Vision phased his head through the wall to see what the commotion was all about.

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Wanda left a little early to give herself a break from the party maniacs. After a while, the group finally had their fill of Michael Jackson and a free fish dinner, letting the facility finally quiet down. Wanda was in her room sitting on her bed looking at a stapled packet of papers. She bit her index finger and shook her leg, feeling anxious but in a good way. She had filled the form out three days ago, but haven't had the time or motivation to turn it in. In fact, she was a little scared. Scared to reach out, scared to continue indulging in her interest of a certain boy. After the day with Stark however, Wanda began to think it wasn't such a bad idea to be more social.

Knock* Knock*

Definitely not Vision. She got up and checked what she was wearing, making sure what she had on was decent enough to open the door. "Who is it?"

"I'll give you a hint, it rhymes with pepperoni."

The Scarlet Witch didn't know why, but it was an interesting feeling to actually want to say good night to the narcissist. She opened the door to a surprisingly sober looking Iron Man.

"Came to say good night?" She mused.

The billionaire gave her a buzzed smirk. Okay, maybe not entirely sober either. "How are you holding up kiddo? Really?"

"You should ask yourself that question." Wanda retorted.

"Just saying." He raised his hands up defensively, "We're all here for ya if you need anything."

"God, it's weird being around a sentimental Stark." She sounded playfully disgusted.

"Night kid." Tony turned around and was about to head off when suddenly a brilliant idea popped into Wanda's mind.

"I do have something you can do for me." Wanda grabbed the papers of her bed and handed it Stark.

"What are these? Hmm?" Tony looked at the papers and gave them a fast skim. "Background check, for volunteers? What am I supposed to do with this?" His brain was only working at half capacity.

"We'll since I don't really exist. Could you help me bypass the screening?" Wanda crossed her fingers and really hoped he would say yes.

Tony made a revolted face to get a reaction out of her, but ultimately stuttered out the words "Sure." He was too tired to push it any further.

Wanda could barely keep in her excitement at his response, suddenly her hands subconsciously pull Tony in for a hug. "Thank you."

The billionaire was stunned by the young lady's response. It felt good to embrace her, it felt as if the conflict between the two were beginning to soften. "Can I say we are friend now?" Tony quipped.

"Don't push it." Wanda replied and let go of the billionaire. "Do you need me to remind you in the morning?" She crossed her arms.

"No mom, I am drunk, not forgetful. Night." He waved goodbye to Wanda and slowly faded to the end of the corridor where a spare room was located. "F.E.A.S.T. huh? Suiting acronym I guess." He folded the papers and put it into his jacket pocket.

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Peter thought the day was going well so far. He was only shot at five times this morning while stopping three robberies. Today was a Saturday too, so it meant he didn't have work and he would be able to spare a few hours to help move some donations and inventory around F.E.A.S.T. He swung down onto the roof of the shelter and changed back into his regular clothing. Lifting his collar, Peter gave it a quick sniff. "Note to self, on last clean shirt, will need to do clothing tonight and not use Febreze." He pulled out his phone and set himself a reminder.

Making sure no one was coming around or getting out of the building, he quickly leaped down to the entrance and entered.

"Hey Pete, nice of you to drop by." The manager welcomed him with a high-five. "Say, I need an extra pair of hands to help get the new supply of food down from the tuck, mind giving me a hand."

"Sure, glad to be of service." Peter replied.

"Cool, meet me out back after you introduce yourself to the new volunteer." The manger said as she walked into a different area.

"New volunteer huh?" Summer is still a month away, that was usually when they get the bulk of new recruits. Fresh high school seniors that wanted to boost their resumes for college applications. The man shrugged and made his way to the main housing area, walking to the center and scanned for any unfamiliar faces.

"Hi Peter."

The nerd froze when the sound of his name reached his ears. That voice. An uncontrollable smile made it onto his face. Shifting his body to the right, he saw the girl he met two weeks ago. This time she didn't wear a baseball cap, letting him get a better view of her face. Wow, she's beautiful. He had to mentally work his brain to keep the dumb grin off his face. When he had last seen her getting on the bus, a part of him thought that would be the last he'd ever see of the unique girl he had pizza with once. So, just being able to see her again and maybe get the opportunity to know her better made him joyful.

"Ms. Maxi, Wanda. What a surprise." He breathed.

The boy didn't know how to respond as the girl gave him a light punch in the shoulder. "Glad to see me." Her accent still as thick as he remembered.

Peter flushed a little and eyed his feet, he tried to stop his nervous antics but couldn't help rub the side of his chin. "Honestly, yeah." He looked back up and beamed.

"Me too."

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Wanda had gotten off her shift thirty minutes earlier than Peter and decided to sit near the bus stop. Peter had asked the girl to wait for him if possible, which she was hoping for.

"BOO!"

Wanda yelped as the man dressed in plaid popped out of nowhere. The Sokovian's heart jump several dozen beats faster then usual, as she placed her hand over her pounding chest to calm down.

"Sorry, I thought I would… sorry." He tried to make an apologetic expression.

Wanda took a second to breath. She was going to berate him but noticed what he was holding. "Did you get one of those for me?"

"Chocolate or vanilla?" He lightly shrugged.

The Scarlet Witch softened her murderous gaze and gritted her teeth. Usually, she wouldn't be so forgiving but the dork in front of her looked like a child that had just been caught stealing from a cookie jar. Internally groaning, she let the action slide. "… Chocolate."

Peter handed Wanda the ice-cream cone, the three scoops were already beginning to melt as the evening sun burned at its brightest. The Scarlet Witch couldn't resist the sweet, cold treat and started licking the side of the cone where some drops of melted chocolate began to form.

"Whoa, there. Don't want to eat it too fast, or you might get a brain freeze." Peter handed the woman a napkin.

"Thanks." She took the paper towel and wiped the edge of her lips.

Peter couldn't help but snicker as he took a few licks of his vanilla ice-cream and planted himself in the free space of the bench. Wanda's shifted a little to make room, it was a pretty small public seat.

"Sorry again, I thought I would get you something since I made you wait."

"Apology accepted." The Scarlet Witch gave him a half smile as she continued eating her icy treat. The two sat in peace, enjoying the soft breeze of wind, eventually the annoying city traffic faded into a blur.

"So…" Peter began, trying to think of something to start a conversation. "How long have you been volunteering here? First day?"

"First day" She confirmed.

"Make new friends?"

"Eh, some." She bobbed her head. "Some of them aren't the friendliest."

"Don't worry, they will warm up to you." He gave her an encouraging nudge to the elbow.

"Thanks." She elbowed him back.

"So, are you taking the bus again? Or foster family picking you up?" Peter wondered.

"Foster family." Wanda couldn't really articulate how that definition wasn't the complete truth. She wanted to at least get to know Peter a little more before telling him who she really is.

"Can I borrow your phone? I forgot to call them, now that you reminded me." The Witch asked.

"Sure." Peter fumbled around his pants' pocket and pulled out the device. He unlocked the screen and handed it to the woman. The Sokovian typed in a number and gave it a few seconds.

BUZZ* BUZZ*

Peter raised his eyebrow when he heard ringing coming out of her coat.

"Now you can call me." She leered, handing Peter his phone back.

"I- I was gonna ask." Peter stated, his ego a little hurt.

Wanda chuckled, "that's my ride" pointing at a silver Audi parked on the sidewalk. She could see Happy through the front window anxiously pointing at his watch and mouthing 'need to pick up cheeseburgers.' The brunette playfully punched Peter in the shoulder again before standing up and waving for Happy to drive over.

Peter also stood up, waiting for the car to be in complete stop before opening the door for Wanda.

"I am twenty minutes late and still have cheeseburgers to pick up, you know he's going to kill me." The driver shrieked, before noticing the young man besides Wanda, Happy gave Peter a judgmental stare. "Hey kid."

"Hey." Peter waved awkwardly. Why does he look so familiar?

"Don't make me wait." The Scarlet Witch gave him one final tease before departing.

Peter looked at his phone, another grin making onto his face.

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