Peter Parker: Wrong Number AU

Chapter 12

Peter's Pov

I stared at the ceiling as I recalled the events of the past few hours. How had I managed to resist the mind powers of the Scarlet Witch? Did she know who I was? Was she okay? When the headache had subsided to a dull throb, I got up and went into the bathroom. The burn wasn't terrible, but had turned a nasty shade of red. I was lucky my suit had taken most of the damage, but it still hurt. Steeb rubbed his head against my leg and looked at me with tearful eyes like he always did when I came home hurt. I gave him an apologetic smile and bandaged my arm. Hopefully my hoodie would hide the bandage. I wandered out of my room and hid my guilty face when I bumped into Mr. Stark. He looked sore and had a couple bruises from getting thrown around inside his suit. Oops!

"Oh, hi Peter. We were just going to have dinner and talk about the results of our mission. I figured you'd be interested,"

"Sure!" I chirped, glad to hear about it from their point of view. I was surprised to see how calm the rest of the avengers were, with the exception of the 6 that I got into a fight with. They must not have told the others what happened. After 10 minutes of food and pleasant conversation, Mr. Captain Rogers finally asked about the encounter, much to my dismay. "So, I'm guessing it didn't go very well with Spiderman this afternoon?" I noticed that Wanda looked fine, but Vision stayed pretty close to her side. Mr. Stark scoffed.

"You think? I thought we had him when we showed him the suit, but he did the whole spiel about 'can't give away my identity blah blah blah' and it all got shot to hell,"

"Language," I heard Mr. Rogers whisper, but no one wanted to say anything.

"Did he at least like the suit?" I asked, determined to keep the conversation going so it would be over.

"Definitely Pete. It's hard to tell through the mask, but I'm pretty sure he was smiling," I smiled. "Besides," Mr. Stark continued, puffing out his chest, "You are my intern after all. I doubt your work is anything short of amazing." There it was again, that note of pride in his voice. Is Mr. Stark proud of me? I blushed.

"Thanks,"

Dr. Banner coughed and it sounded suspiciously like 'Irondad'.

"Do you have any footage?" Mr. Rogers asked, "Surely we can analyze his fighting style and figure out a plan for next time," Mr. Stark pulled it up. I visibly winced when I shot the web at Mr. Stark.

"Oh my god, is he on fire?" Someone asked when they saw me on top of the building. This next part I scooched forward to see, curious what the mind endeavor looked from the outside. I watched as red tendrils floated around my face before they covered my eyes like a blindfold. I saw my body rack with silent sobs of the past, and my lips were moving non-stop.

I watched as Vision and Pietro quickly backed away when I let out a horrible scream and shouted, "You are NOT getting into my mind!!!" I didn't even know I could make a sound like that. The video showed the magic as it dispeled from my mind and flew back into Wanda as she crumpled. As I swung away, Mr. Stark turned to make sure she was alright. I watched her come around after a minute or so.

"What happened, love?" Vision asked her.

"How could he resist your magic?" Pietro followed. She shook her head like she was clearing her thoughts.

"I don't know how, but he physically pushed me out of his mind. All I caught was glimpses of his past. He must have a lot of willpower... or he's had a lot of practice trying not to think about his past." When I thought about it, I guess it made sense. I've probably experienced a lot more loss than your average vigilante. The video ended, and the conversation moved on to various fighting styles, Wanda's health, powers and enhancements, yada yada yada. I tuned it out to think to myself. I caught Miss. Romanoff's eyes and she pointed slightly at my arm. 'Fine,' I mouthed back, but she didn't look particularly certain. By the time I tuned back in, the conversation had moved on to technology.

"All I'm saying is that texting is just a digital way to send a letter or telegram," Mr. Barnes was arguing. Mr. Rogers was backing him up, and I could see the physical pain in the eyes of everyone else arguing with them.

"Yeah," Mr. Rogers said, "You guys thought we would be horrible at texting, but we can do it just fine."

"After you were taught how to use a phone," Mr. Barton muttered.

"Just think about how good we are at texting with-"

"Each other!" Miss. Romanoff interrupted him with a pained smile. "So Wanda, how is your relationship with Vision going?" Mr. Rogers' eyes went wide and he quickly shut his mouth. What was he about to say?

"It's going great!" Wanda smiled. "Of course Piet is still being an ass about it." she added, glaring at her twin. Pietro smiled sheepishly and looked to Mr. Barton for sympathy, where he found none. He threw up his hands.

"Well don't go off on me about it! It's the job of the older brother to be protective! Besides, I already got enough of a pounding from Pe-" Wanda quickly slapped her hand over her brother's mouth. Was he going to say Peter? I gave Mr. Speedy a bit of a lecture but- oh my god. That's not a coincidence. I felt the blood drain from my face as all eyes turned fearfully towards me.

I've been texting the avengers.