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Steve rubbed his aching eyes after watching the absurdly, obnoxious music video. "Jesus Christ… what the heck?"

"Gangnam Style!" Natasha yelled sarcastically as she scanned through the list of other popular South Korean soundtracks.

"Please, stop. I think I've had enough." Steve shook his head, not ready to hear any crazier songs that he couldn't understand.

"I second that." Wanda raised her hand as if there was a vote taking place.

"Hey, this was your idea." Natasha looked at the Scarlet Witch with a mocking smirk.

Wanda faced palmed herself. 'I thought he meant it would be good music, not irritating.'

Vision seemed indifferent to the songs. "I think it's a good change, we should embrace the interesting music tastes of our eastern neighbors."

Steve exhaled loudly. "One more, but please Nat. Something that won't make me miss drinking."

The Black Widow scoffed, "but they are all so good." She started to whisper Eenie, meenie, miney, moe to select another music video. The assassin ended up picking Touch My Body by Sistar.

"Oh, I like that one." Sam Wilson smiled at the four girls on screen dancing in very provocative ways.

Steve, who had closed his eyes ten seconds into the video, reopen them after the music stopped. "Yeah, next."

Sam rubbed his chin, "Okay, try this. John Denver, 1971, Poems, Prayers and Promises."

Natasha shrugged and began searching for the album in the data base. "Found it."

The song Country Roads began to play. "I like this." Steve expressed.

They got about two songs into the album when abruptly, the lobby doors burst open. "Geez guys, you people really need to stop starting the party without me." The billionaire came barging in with his usual bravado.

Sam groaned, he hoped that the evening would be more relaxing. "Weren't you and Rhodey going to do something?"

"Yeah, he had a last-minute change of plans. Also, I brought tacos." Tony offered, gesturing behind him. The Avengers sitting at the lobby table looked pass the playboy and saw Happy holding several bags of food in his hands.

Natasha shrugged. "Well, at least this saves us from Steve's cooking."

"Taqueria El Rey?" Falcon questioned.

"Ah, yes." Happy answered.

Sam pulled out the chair besides him for the driver. "Sit down, new best friend."

Tony rolled his eyes, he grabbed an empty chair and pushed it over to Vision and Wanda. "You can't be telling me this is all you guys have been listening to for the past thirty minutes." The billionaire had never been a huge fan of country rock.

Vision held out a taco and examined the food with much interest. He wasn't going to eat it but was still quite interested in the design. "No actually, we were originally listening to K-pop."

Tony looked like he was about to throw up. "God no. Let's switch, I have something you will love."

Steve sighed again. "Whatever you want."

The genius overrides Natasha's control of the system and beings playing a music video staring Denis Leary. Tony taps on his glasses to record the blonde's reaction.

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts

The super soldier thought the song started off innocent enough.

Maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub cockle area,
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon, we don't know

Now Steve frowned, having no idea where the lyrics were going.

I'm just a regular Joe, with a regular job
I'm your average white, suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

"What the hell?" Steve mouthed, still staring at the video with much confusion.

But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(Oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole (he's an asshole, such an asshole)

Steve groaned. "Son of a bitch. Turn that off."

"Language, Steve. And now that's going onto YouTube." Tony and the others in the room roared with laughter.

"Okay." Tony pulled out a file and threw it onto the table. "Cap, pick your poison."

Steve leaned back into his chair. "What is this?"

The billionaire stood up; he straightened his suit and was ready to give an extravagant speech. "People, as we all know. Steven Grant Rogers, our dear beloved Captain America is turning 97 pretty soon…"

Steve shook his head knowing all too well where this was going.

"… there has never been a greater tasked ask of me then this." Tony points at the file on the table. "In there, my friends… is potentially a future Mrs. Rogers."

"Ohhh!" The room lit up in excitement.

Sam leaned over the table and retrieved the file. He opened the folder and whistled while scanning through pictures of models. "I don't know, Cap is an old-fashioned type of guy. But, me on the other hand…"

Tony closes the folder and pulls it out of the man's grasps. "Don't birds have a one mate policy?"

Sam clearly wasn't amused as he crossed his arms and gave Tony a stare.

"Anyways, I have a theme for the party all planned out. The Bachelor, staring Captain Chasity." The billionaire waved his hand across the air as if he was picturing the headline of a newspaper materialize in front of him.

"Oh no." Steve interrupted. "I've seen enough of that show, and I don't want any part of it."

"Come on. Just pick one or two girls, we can set up a meeting. Don't you think you owe it to yourself to get a life. Do something besides kicking ass. I know how your generation loved to breed after the war."

Steve raised an eyebrow and looked over at the assassin.

"It's a Baby Boomer joke." Natasha explained.

"Come on the party will be fun. Thor is gonna be there, we haven't seen him in months. We can invite Barton too." Tony continued.

"Thor is coming?" Natasha questioned.

"Yeah, he's having some relationship issues. Said he needed a distraction."

The super soldier didn't buy it. "Wasn't he off finding more of those stones? How did he contact you?"

The billionaire pulls out a little scroll from his suit pocket. "I found this raven with a letter in my yard the other day. The guy writes like a poet." He tosses the piece of paper to Natasha.

Black Widow unrolled the letter and read it, "Awe, he actually remembered your birthday."

"Thanks Tony, but there is nothing wrong with being single - as I have been told." Steve explained.

"Come on Cap, if Wanda can get a date trapped in here. You can too." Tony retorted. "Which reminds me. I - want - details." He points at the woman dressed in red.

Wanda sent daggers into the billionaire with her murderous stare. "Don't drag me into this Stark."

"You know. Now that you mention it, how was the date?" Steve didn't want to throw Wanda under the bus, however, he found this to be a great diversion to help him get out of his current predicament. Likewise, he didn't bother questioning the Scarlet Witch about her personal weekend affairs, so now seemed like the best time to find out.

Natasha held back a laugh.

"What's so funny, you know something we don't?" Tony pointed at the spy.

"Oh, nothing." The widow tried her best to not crack.

"What is it?" Sam inquired.

"Come on Natasha, now everyone wants to know." Happy butted in.

"Okay." The assassin finally broke. "I was going to say they probably went and fondued."

Tony and Natasha both gave each other a look and then peered at Steve who tried to hide his face in embarrassment. The two smiled cunningly and then broke out laughing at the reference leaving everyone else sitting at the table utterly confused.

Sam leaned over to Happy. "Do you know what's so funny?"

"I have no idea."

Vision seemed just a perplexed. He was about to ask the same thing to Wanda but stopped midway when he realized the Witch was using her powers to read the minds of the laughing Avengers. Her expressions started off as indifferent, but then gradually turned into one of revulsion and humiliation, realizing what Tony and Natasha where implying she and Peter did all night. "You people disgust me." She mouthed.

"Hey, did you just-? What did we say about mind reading?" Tony scolded.

"Okay, okay, were sorry. But really, Wanda. How was the date?" Natasha apologized.

The brunette crossed her arms defensively, "It was fine." She tried to act unresponsive but couldn't prevent the subtitle smile that spread across her lips as she thought about the events that transpired that night.

"Oh, oh, oh. I think it went more than just fine." Sam could tell that the Scarlet Witch was trying to hide the juicy details.

"Yeah, you were gone all night. Something must have gone right." Natasha sheepishly remarked.

Wanda brushed off any more insinuations. "Nothing happened, we got some food and drinks. Talked."

Tony sat back down into his chair. "Did the drinking happen before or after you went to his place."

The Witch waved her hand and suddenly a red aura encircled some objects on the table. Tony's face went pale as he watched the objects sail through the air. The billionaire quickly moved his head at the very last possible second in a zigzag to avoid the flying cups and taco wrappers of death. The man ducked under the table for a few seconds until he heard the last of the trash hit the ground. Getting back up he let out a sigh of relief.

Wanda groaned and sunk back into her seat, defeated.

"I am getting the hang of this." He smiled, pleased that he finally managed to dodge the witch's attack twice in the past month. "Hey, and she didn't deny it either."

The witch observed him with annoyance. "Piss off."

"You know…" The man paused for a second, another crazy scheme creeping into his head. "…You know this gives me a brilliant idea. You should invite him over for the party."

Wanda's eyes widen in disbelief at the idea. "No-" She caught herself from yelling at the last second. "That… won't be happening."

The red and green android turned to the woman besides him. "I think that would be a magnificent idea. I am interested in meeting Mr. Parker too." The witch looked at him as if he was a traitor.

"Why? It's not like you haven't told him who you live with right?" Tony suggested.

The other Avengers and Happy tuned to face the woman.

Wanda stayed quiet. Her hand slowly clenching up into a fist, "…not exactly."

"Wanda…" Natasha said her name in a disappointed manner. "You know that's just a recipe for disaster."

"It's not exactly easy to explain." The brunette muttered.

"We live in New York, if aliens coming out of the sky won't convince him to move, then a girl with magic powers shouldn't be much of a turn off." Sam tried to lighten the mood.

"That's not helping." Steve interrupted. "I am sure that if he likes you enough, it won't be a big deal."

Wanda drummed the table with her fingers, not sure what to do.

Suddenly, everyone's phones except Tony's and Happy's began to ring.

Steve stood out of his chair. "Team, suit up."

Tony tapped his glasses to pull up the message alert on his lenses. (Hydra agents spotted in route to George Washington Bridge). "You need any help?"

"If you are offering. We'll probably need it."

XXXX

"That hat, and the sunglasses, doesn't do your outfit any justice." The robotic voice of Tony projected through his helmet speakers.

Wanda ignored Iron Man's comment. The team told her to wear something that she deemed fitting, and the corset under the red leather jacket in her opinion matched the superhero name that she gave herself.

"Is this thing even bullet proof." Tony poked at Wanda's corset.

The Witch swatted the metal hand way from her stomach, she was seconds away from using her powers to crush the man inside the armored suit.

"Stop harassing her Tony." Steve touched his earpiece. "Sam, Vision. How does it look down there?"

"I am hovering over the bridge, traffic jam. Looks like it's due to the Sable International Agents transporting cargo from Oscorp." Falcon replied.

"Never liked Osborn." Tony stated.

"Why? Stole some of your intellectual properties?" Natasha joked.

The billionaire scoffed, "He wishes. The guy has been pestering me for an endorsement for ages. You won't believe how grateful I was when he finally resigned. In disgrace none the less."

"That's why I don't deal with politicians. Anyways, Norman Osborn has been more paranoid lately. He's been under investigation for months now due to the Devil's Breath Crisis and probably wants to make sure no more of his toys get stolen. Again. Keep an eye on the carts, they may be what the Hydra agents are looking for." Steve told the team. "That reminds me, did we ever send Spider-Man a thank you card or something."

Natasha checks her gauntlets to make sure they are working properly. "Yeah, on our Twitter page… we never got a respond."

"How rude." Iron Man presses a button that activates the hanger door to the jet.

"Captain. I think we have a target." Vision called out. "Armored car, approaching fast."

Black Widow and Captain America looked down to witness an explosion in the middle of the bridge. "Just like old times." Iron Man grabbed the duo by their backstraps and shot out of the aircraft. Wanda made sure her baseball cap was secure on her head before leaping off too.

XXXX

"I am starting to get tired of this shit." A Sable foot soldier said to his comrade.

"What's up with this city? Can't we ever catch a break?" The other soldier replied. The two were taking shots at the armored vehicles blocking the road. Several Hydra agents were returning fire.

Suddenly, a blur of red, white, and blue jumped passed the two.

Spider-Man throws a glowing ball at the van where the enemies were taking cover. The device exploded on impact and caused webbing to envelope the troops, pinning them in place. The vigilante shoots two web strands at some debris on the floor and with an agile spin, sends the object launching into the chest of another enemy with a pounding crash.

"Ooow… That's got to hurt." He turns around and looks at the two Sable soldiers, "You guys okay?"

"We're fine. Thanks."

He fakes rubbing a tear off his mask. The hero looked like he was about to cry. "Finally, one of you guys acknowledges my help. I thought the day would never come."

Captain America lands a bone breaking fist into a Hydra agent before kicking a tire at another troop with enough force to send the man flying. He scans the warzone for more enemies. "What's your guys' status?"

"Almost everyone evacuated on this side." The Scarlet Witch holds her ground creating a large energy barrier to shield the civilians from any random bullets coming their direction.

"Me, Vision, and Widow are holding down the line. Looks the Sable guys finally got their shit together." Tony replies.

Steve turns around to find Falcon drop kicking a foot soldier that was trying to sneak up on him. "We have another two cars inbound."

Spider-Man swings in and drops on to the top of a moving van. His spider sense instantly told him that was a bad idea as dozens of bullets started to rupture out from the top. Fortunately, this time he was fast enough to spin out of the way and onto a support beam.

Quickly, Spidey shoots another strand of web onto the side of the car and with tremendous force pulls on the rope which causing the vehicle to topple onto its side. Spider-Man leaps over to the wrecked vehicle and pulls open the door. "Not good, definitely not good." In the car is a large cylinder with a timer on it. "There are probably enough explosives in it to blow up half the bridge." He pulls out his phone and scans the wiring to the mechanism. "I hope this works!" He presses a button on his phone and triggers an EMP to override the signal, stopping the timer momentary so he could detach the batteries.

Captain America throws his shield, ricocheting it off the ground and into the axle of the second van splitting it in two. The pipe falls onto the ground producing an ear rupturing shriek of metal scratching concrete, the sudden break and moment caused the van to flip into the air and land on its top- skidding across the surface.

Wanda quickly uses her power to shred open the van. "The bomb is the back."

Steve rushes over to the vehicle, the timer has twenty seconds left. "Tony, can you disarm it?"

Tony scans the tech. "Not enough time I have to…"

Without warning Vision shoves his hand into the device to pull out a a circuit. The android hands it over to Iron Man.

"…Or we can just do that."

Swiftly, Spidey lands on his feet near the bottom half of the car catching all the Avengers' attention. "Guys you have to override the system!"

"Yeah, your about five second to late Spider-Bruh." Tony walks past the vigilante to see if there were any Hydra agents still standing.

"Oh." Spider-Man lowers his head in embarrassment and rubs the back of his neck. "First team up with the Avengers and I miss the punch line."

Natasha scans the area. "There was a second van, right?"

"I took care of that one."

Falcon eyes the masked man. "You sure about that?"

"Uhh…" Spider-Man rotates himself to the direction he came from. "Well, there isn't an explosion so that's a good sign."

Steve chuckles and goes over to Spidey "nice work," he offers the vigilante a handshake.

Even under the mask the Captain knew he was about to get a fan welcome when he felt the nervous but strong grip from the Spider. It looked like the masked hero was holding back tears of joy. "I can die happy now. Captain America! Telling me I did good." Spider-Man continued to shake the soldier's hand for an uncomfortable amount of time before finally letting go.

"Yeah, don't die on us yet. The rest of the team probably wants to thank you properly for the assist and stopping the whole Dragon's Breath ordeal when we were gone."

Spidey tried to be humble. "Thanks, but that's nothing compared to you guys."

"You gonna hog him up all day or you gonna introduce us?" Natasha elbows Steve.

"Right." The super soldier moves aside. "Spider-Man, Black Widow."

Natasha gives the man a handshake. "I like the new suit."

"Gee, thanks." Spider-Man scratches his right ear. Luckily, he was already wearing a red mask, otherwise his blush might have soaked through the material. His shy body language caused the Widow to laugh.

Falcon introduces himself. "Sam Wilson. Big fan."

Spider-man shakes his hand. "Oh man, I am a big fan of yours too. Though I have to ask. Are your wings made out of carbon fiber, or titanium rubbing with Mylar?"

"Uhhh?" In truth, there were so many materials that Falcon's equipment was made from he didn't know how to give Spider-Man an answer.

"Ohhh, I get it. Confidential. That's cool." The black lining in his left eye closed for a split second to produce a quick wink.

"This is Vision." Steve introduces the android.

The android gives Spider-Man an acknowledging nod. "It is a pleasure to meet you Spider-Man. Are your webs organic?"

"Ewww. No, I made them." Spidey shows the robot the web shooters on his wrist. Vision rubs his chin, still quite carious about the hero.

Steve continues. "And this is-"

"He knows." Iron Man stops Steve mid-sentence and hang his arm over the vigilante's shoulder. The metal helmet flits up to reveal Tony's face. "Say, what's up with the mask? You have eight eyes under there?"

"Uh…no."

Tony lets go of Spider-Man and shakes his head in disappointment.

"Ha. You owe me fifty bucks!" Sam manages a fist pump.

Finally, Spider-Man reaches the last Avenger and suddenly pauses. Wanda could feel anxiety practically oozing out of the man as he slowly made his way over to her. She held out her hand to give him as shake, her watchful eyes covered by the sunglasses.

"Oh my god…" The man unexpectedly mouths, which causes Wanda to be taken back, not knowing whether to be flattered or offended.

"… I have the exact same hat." He takes her hand and gives it a shake.

The Scarlet Witch fakes a chuckle at his odd reaction. "Cool? Nice to meet you."

"This is Wanda Maximoff, she's a little shy." Natasha pats Spider-Man on the back. "You need a ride back to the city?"

Spider-Man looks lost in thought for a millisecond but manages to reply. "Oh, man. As much as I would love to take you up on that offer. I have to meet up with someone." He pulls out his phone and checks the time. "Shoot, got to go. But it was totally cool meeting you guys!" He sprang up from the ground and swings himself back towards the city.

Steve crossed his arms, slightly amazed but at the same time confounded. "Man, what a weird guy."

XXXX

Peter stood upside down, pacing back and forth on the ceiling of Miles' room.

The teenager sat in his chair, still not fully able to comprehend what Peter had been telling him. "Dude…"

"Yeah I know."

"Dude…"

"Yep."

Miles lets out a deep breath. "So, does that officially make you an Avenger now?"

"What?" Peter flips himself off the wall to face Miles upright. "No, I don't think so. But that's not what's important right now."

"Right, Wanda." Miles has only interacted with the girl several times during her shifts at F.E.A.S.T., obviously he though she was a nice person, a little introverted but nothing crazy. "Are you sure Scarlet Witch didn't just look like Wanda?"

"I think I would know. She had the same Eastern-European accent, and she gave me that indifferent look she gives most people when first meeting them like-" Peter gives Miles a deadpan stare trying to imitate her expression.

"Oh, yeah. That definitely sounds like her." He scratches his head. "But I don't see the problem here?"

Peter jumped back up onto the ceiling. "She didn't even tell me her real last name…"

Miles finally connected Peter's concerns. "Are you worried that she has been lying to you the whole time?"

Peter frowned. "I am used to people lying. I just, oofff. You know, I was hoping to not get into something complicated."

"Pete, you are Spider-Man. That instantly makes everything complicated."

"Yeah, now it's definitely going to be awkward if I tell her who I am." The man pulled his hair in frustration.

"Or, what if she already knows?" Miles ponders.

Peter's eyes widen at the thought. "Shoot, shoot, shoot. Ah! Should I text her?"

"Maybe? You got anything planned with her this weekend?"

Peter pulls out his phone. "No, we haven't planned anything… What should I say?"

XXXX

Wanda bit down on her right thumb. She had been thinking about the dinner conversation she had with the Avengers about introducing Peter. How could she present the boy to her surrogate family if she couldn't even tell him who she really is? The question had been plaguing her for hours now.

Knock* Knock*

She breaks out of her trance and looks over at her room entrance. Natasha was leaning against the inner door frame. "You seem lost?"

"Contemplating." Wanda sits down on her bed.

The Black Widow could tell Wanda had a lot on her mind. It's never easy finding a balance between work and personal life, especially when their line of work involves being in the scrutiny of the public eye almost all the time. "Want to talk about it?"

"No. But I know you aren't going to take that for an answer."

Natasha smirks and sits besides the Scarlet Witch. "What are you worried about?"

Wanda fell back onto her bed. "Today, when I rescued the people… I know you say to not invade people's minds, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't so bad, at first. Some were grateful; however, others were scared. They though I was some kind of freak, a Demon." She refers to the gang that had been previously terrorizing the city. It appears that they also had some kind of powers that looked similar to hers, hence the mistrust.

Natasha narrowed her eyebrows, annoyed how people can be so paranoid. "Let them think whatever, it doesn't change the fact that you are a good person. And you saved their lives."

"I don't think it matters." The Sokovian huffed.

"It does." Natasha truly believed this. After the fall of S.H.E.I.D. and the leaks of her past transgressions, the Black Widow didn't know how she would be treated or judged by the world. Nonetheless, that didn't stop her from putting her personal feelings aside and continue doing what she knew was right. Eventually, she had won the trust of the public. "But, what's really on your mind right now." The assassin rests her back onto the bed to face Wanda.

Wanda was used to talking with Black Widow about her personal thoughts. It was therapeutic to say the least. However, this was a difficult subject. "I just… I like what I have with… Peter at the moment. I don't want it to change."

Natasha chuckles mockingly. "Change is inevitable… Besides, Steve is right. If he likes you enough then he won't care if you have powers."

"Right, but I just…" Wanda hears her phone beep and pulls it out of her pocket.

The assassin scoots closer to take a peek. Wanda didn't try to hide the text she received.

The brunette looks over at the red head. "What should I say?"

Natasha held out her hand and gestures for Wanda to give the device to her.

Peter: Hey, so what are you doing this weekend?

Wanda (Natasha): I don't know. Probably going to meet up with somebody, hang out for a while, maybe cook dinner.

Peter: Oh okay. When's the next time you're free?

Wanda (Natasha): That somebody is you.

Peter: Oooooh.

Wanda (Natasha): So, what time are you thinking?

Peter: 6 ish?

Wanda (Natasha): Your place? Or Mines?

Peter: I don't know where you live…

Wanda (Natasha): Haha, your place then.

Peter (after a few minutes of silence): Ok

Worlds are beginning to collide, what will happen next? Tune in next time to find out.