Young Peter Stark Oneshots

Well that happened

{AN: For @jakula200 sorry it's so late online school is a pain}

It was hard to believe that Wanda Maximoff could ever be happy again. She could hardly believe it herself. But here she sat in a chair outside her very own room, looking out at the view from her very own balcony and couldn't help but feel small sense of hope as pieces of her were slowly being put back together.

Wanda licked her lips and had another taste of her ice cream. She decided that cookie dough was her favourite flavour of ice cream. She had been finding a lot of favourites lately: favourite TV show, favourite movies, favourite pizza topping (it was sausage and pepperoni). Being a victim of the vast wealth divide in Sokovia, the girl didn't often get to experience a lot of these treats, those from far more privileged backgrounds were so used to getting. This came to the great surprise of Junior (he'd never really grasped the fact that the Maximoff family had lived in poverty), who was practically mortified by the concept of Wanda having never been to see a movie in the cinema or gone on holiday and then ensured that his new sister would get to have these things because "every person deserves to have that feeling you get leaving the movie theatre when it ends. It's awesome!"

Peter was right; the feeling was pretty unreal, so were the snacks - even the overpriced popcorn! It was times like that when Wanda truly felt like she was allowed to be happy again and didn't feeling an overwhelming surge of guilt when her brother's death wasn't replaying in her mind 24/7. Now don't get it twisted, Pietro was Wanda's twin so when he died she lost a part of herself. There was a whole in her heart that no one could ever fill. But Junior, Junior came pretty damn close; there was just something about that boy that made brought an indescribable joy into Wanda's soul, that made her feel like she had a brother again. Peter was no replacement Pietro. He was Peter, her new brother, who she'd vowed to love with all that she had left of herself; she wouldn't let the shackles of Pietro's death hold her hostage any longer.

Wanda had finished her ice cream now, so she just sat, soaking in the view as her chair rocked back and forth. The sunset reminded her of their trip to Paris. Wow. Never in a million years would Wanda have thought that she'd say that. Their trip to Paris, her - Wanda Maximoff - had vacationed in Paris. The sokovian's mind melted into haze as she reminisced the events.

"Come on Wanda!" Peter called giddily as he ran through apartment. The teen in question just stood still in awe.
"Let's relax a little, kid, I think Wanda here is a bit overwhelmed," Tony chuckled and gave Wanda an affection head pat.
"But I haven't even showed her, her room yet," the boy pouted, bambi eyes wide. Pepper gave her a questioning look in which Wanda nodded in response.
"Go ahead," Pepper smiled and Peter went to grab Wanda's hand and lead her upstairs.
"So this is your room," he explained once they reached a certain door, "open it," he was bouncing on the balls of his feet practically radiating with excitement. Wanda twisted the door knob and gasped.
"Pretty cool right," Junior smiled.
"It's... it's so pretty," Wanda breathed.
"I knew you'd like it. Mummia, papá, she likes it!" Peter called.
"That's great bambino," Tony yelled back.

Junior gave Wanda a slight push inside the door so he could give her a tour.
"So this is your bed," Wanda hand glided across the soft fabric, "these are just some paintings. This is your bedside table, your wardrobe. Mum doesn't allow TV's in the bedrooms on vacation because they're 'a distraction from family time'. This is your bathroom," Wanda looked around at the marble floorings, elegant sink and shower that she definitely didn't know how to use. "This is your balcony," a light breeze and the scent of daffodils wafted in as Junior rambled on and opened a door that led to a terrace. It had a dainty aesthetic with a few chairs, a table, some flowers and a beautiful view overlooking a small rural village. "Dad noticed how much you liked the balcony in your room in Manhattan so he made sure you got one here," Wanda nodded, it felt so strange to acknowledge how much Stark cared about her despite knowing Wanda had spent so long wrongfully hating him.