Wanda was sitting in her room she was given on the Avengers' new compound. She and a group of other people were given the task of being the on-call Avengers. Basically, the Avengers who don't have a personal life or anywhere else to go.
She sat there, watching Malcolm in the Middle. Specifically Season 7, Episode 2. She sat there and just enjoyed her show when there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Wanda called out.
"Hey, it's...it's Peter." Peter Parker, one of the newer members of the Avengers, called out as Wanda was confused about the name. Almost as if he could see her, Peter sighed and knew she was messing with him. "Spider-Man?"
Wanda just continued to sit there, acting confused about the name, and waited for him to say it.
"The boy in the tights." Peter finally said it.
"Ahh." Wanda finally confirmed she knew him. "Come in."
Peter then opened the door and peaked in to see her. "Hey, sorry. I don't mean to intrude, but..."
"You don't?" Wanda asked.
Peter froze and realized what he said and what she was saying. "Okay, I did mean to intrude, trying to come in."
"And now?" Wanda asked.
"And..." Peter had to think for a moment. "I have no idea; I actually didn't think I'd get this far."
Wanda chuckled and patted the side of her bed and Peter walked over and sat next to her. "Just wanted to see how you were doing."
"With what?" Wanda wonders.
"Everything," Peter called as he gestured around the room. "Strange place, strange people, alone. I...I kinda know what that's like."
"You do?" Wanda asks, wanting to hear how he thinks he can relate to how she feels.
"My parents died when I was young," Peter told her, starting his history of losing loved ones. Wanda seems to turn to listen to him after hearing that. "They died in a plane crash when I was five. Afterward, I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. I lost the two most important people in my life and had to go to a strange place. I grew up in New York, but every street of that place is a new world. I lost my home...but I pushed through, and then later on my uncle was shot. In front of me."
"Oh my god," Wanda whispered, as she only felt Pietro's death and thankfully wasn't there to witness it.
"Yeah," Peter said as he wiped the tears away. "But it's okay. I'm fine now. But every once in a while...I still miss them. Sometimes the grief is so strong that I feel like I'm...
"...drowning." The two of them finished together.
"Like there's a wave washing over you and it comes again and again. When you try to stand, it comes back."
"Yeah," Peter confirmed what she meant. "Losing people is hard. Moving on is hard. But sometimes moving on is the only thing we can try and do. My aunt May likes to say something that I guess I use to keep moving. If we can't keep going when they can't, then we might as well be gone, too."
Wanda smiled after hearing that, and Peter laughed at the show she was watching.
"Sorry." Peter apologizes, focusing back on Wanda.
"No, it's okay. It was funny." Wanda assured him.
"Just know...if you need anything, just come and ask me." Peter told her.
"Thanks, Peter," Wanda said, happy to have someone who understood the pain she was going through and started to go back to watching her show.
The two of them stayed like that for a few hours, just watching her shows while Peter kept her company.
As she started to drift off, Wanda laid her head on peters shoulder, and he left her to drift off.
Once she had fallen asleep, Peter laid her down on the bed and left her room. Making his way through the compound, he realized how late it was and how long he was in there with her. Shrugging it off, he just went to his room and was ready to go to bed himself.