Author's Note: So I'm stretching the way certain events happened throughout the MCU, and for lack of a better term, this chapter and the next are pretty much AU, but I think you'll like them. Please enjoy…

Thanksgiving was all about family. No real surprise there, everybody already knew that. But it was the definition of family that was being paid attention to today. Once again, the Avengers were invading her home. At least this time I knew they were coming and it's not all of them, she thought as she moved around the kitchen, making sure that pot of water was boiling so she could dump in the potatoes. The casserole was taken care of since Nat was making that. The yams were done, and she needed to check on the stuffing. But above all else, she was about to check on the turkey to make sure it wasn't in peril of drying out when she heard the group of family and assembled heroes shout out in a loud clamor.

She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room and to see what had caused the commotion. Standing in the doorway receiving hugs, and the occasional kiss on the cheek from the girls, and hearty forearm handshakes from the guys, was Thor, hammer in hand. Jane walked in behind him, saying hello to the rest of the team, though nowhere near as boisterous as he was.

Laura smiled and walked over to greet him along with everyone else. "Hi, Thor," she said as she felt him wrap her in a warm hug, still not used to the sheer size of the Norse god.

"Lady Barton," he shouted, getting a few laughs from the assembled team.

Laura laughed herself. After getting out from under his grip, she turned toward Jane. "Jane, how are you?" she asked giving Jane a small hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Good, busy, but good," Jane said as Laura took her coat.

"I thought you two weren't coming, that you were -"

"Spending Thanksgiving in New York with Tony and Pepper," Jane finished for her. "And we are, but Thor wanted to see the rest of the team for a little bit."

"Well were happy to have you," Laura said as she led Jane inside. "Wine?"

"Please," Jane accepted.

"Clint, honey, can you get Jane a glass of wine, while I finish cooking. Wanda, Sweetie," she called out, looking around the room for the teenaged Avenger. Wanda peeked her head up from the couch where she was watching the football game with some of the others.

"Yes, Mrs. Barton."

"Can you give me a hand in the kitchen?"

She nodded. "It'll be better than trying to figure out this game on TV," she said as she got up.

"It's called football, Wanda," Steve told her as she started making her way over toward the kitchen.

"And I've already explained the rules like four times," Clint shouted.

"Does Thor carry the hammer everywhere with him?" Laura asked Wanda as the two of them moved throughout the kitchen.

"From what I've seen, he's okay leaving it home if he goes out, but if he leaves the entire state, he definitely takes it with him," the young girl answered as dumped the now boiled potatoes into a large bowl. "Not that I'm not grateful to be here, Mrs. Barton, but -"

"Laura, Sweetie, I've told you before that you can call me Laura," she gently corrected Wanda.

Wanda smiled and nodded. "Not that I'm not grateful not to be here – Laura – but I'm still not totally up to speed on what today is?"

Laura smiled expectantly. She'd forgotten that even with as much time as Wanda had spent in America since joining the team, there were traditions that still confused the girl right now. Even the time spent here at the farm hadn't taken away her awe at certain things. And apparently Thanksgiving is one of them, she thought.

"What parts?"

"I get the history part, Tony's history program explained that. I get the part about celebrating and being grateful for what you've gotten over the past year and hoping for best for the next. Steve explained that."

Of course Captain America would explain that part, Laura mused in her head.

"But it's the dinner part. The day's for family, but outside of that, who do you know who to invite into your home?" asked the teenaged guest as she started to mash the potatoes as Laura had shown her.

"Friends that don't have anyone else, or anywhere else to go, like Steve, though he's flying back to D.C. to spend it with the actual dinner and the next few days with Sam's family. And people you consider family. Sometimes that's the same thing, like with you and Nat."

"You consider me a friend?"

"No," Laura shook her head. In the split second that she'd said that Laura heard the bowl and the potato masher collide with each other. "We consider you family, Sweetie," Laura finished as she watched Wanda's eyes widen

Wanda looked up at the Barton family matriarch and felt her eyes water. Laura saw them brighten.

Later, after Thor and Jane had left, the family were gathering for the meal, and Laura was trying to convince Steve to stay.

"Are you sure you don't want a little bit to eat?" she asked the Avenger's leader as he was already getting on his jacket.

"As much as I'd love to, Laura, I really need to get in the air," he told her. "Sam just texted me that dinner there is almost ready, so I need to get going. Besides I was just dropping Wanda off. Speaking of which, Wanda, I'll be back for you Sunday, okay."

"Yes sir," Wanda said.

"See you later Nat," Steve said.

"Later, Cap," she said as she sat at the table, making sure that baby Nate's high chair was close to her. "Besides, even if you did want to say, there's nowhere for you to sit," she added as she pointed to the only empty chair at the table, that was occupied by the hammer of a certain already departed Asgardian.

Steve chuckled. "See Laura, there you go, nowhere for me to sit since Thor's not here to move it," he smiled. As he was saying that, no one at the table noticed Clint getting a shit eating grin on his face.

"Oh my God, what is it with you people and not wanting to move that that thing," Laura groaned as she move to the chair.

"Because Thor's the only -" Nat started to say.

"None of us can -" Wanda was saying she same time.

"Laura, you're not gonna be able -" Steve was trying to tell her.

Soon, all three watched in amazement as Laura lifted the hammer off the chair and moved it to one of the couch's end tables. "See, not that hard to do," she muttered as she moved back toward the door. "Can I convince you now?" Steve stood there dumbstruck, his mouth open in shock. "Steve?" Slowly Steve's head stared to shake in order to answer. "Well, I'm sorry you can't stay, but please stop by anytime you want okay?"

Steve nodded slowly. "You okay?" she asked.

"Uh…yeah, just dreading the long flight," he answered. "I'll…I'll see you guys later," he said as he waved and then left.

Laura turned around, looked at the table. "What?" she asked as she saw the same shocked looks on Natasha and Wanda's faces.

"N-nothing," Natasha stuttered. Wanda simply shook her head.

"Looks like we need some more rolls, I'll be right back," she said as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Did she just…," Wanda asked, trailing off.

"Yup," Clint smiled.

"Did you know she could…" Natasha asked. Clint nodded. "No wonder you're content to let her be in charge," she finished.