OUR PLACE (SEQUEL)

[7] What's The Plan?

A/n:  A bit of girl's night at the end! Also my house is a complete mess because we're getting our kitchen floors done- FINALLY! Part of it was ripped out for a while now. ANYWAY let's get on with the story!

T/W: Mild cursing

"So no plan..." Ned asks after a long pause.

"Look I didn't even have a minute to think! You really expect that of me?" Peter fell back onto the bed dramatically.

"Well when you say 'Here's the plan it kinda sounds like you have a plan," He explained. "I thought you were a genius?" He further questioned. Furrowing his brows slightly and earned a rude expression from Peter who propped himself up on his elbows.

"I am.. Or at least I thought so....? I have an IQ of 247!" Peter retorted. He looks like he's about to have an identity crisis. Well another, or just a bigger one?

"And how long ago was that-?" Ned questioned slightly under his breath.

"Guys!"I interrupted, "Okay no arguing, can we just, enjoy whatever time we have left with each other. I don't think Dad and Pops will get through to her, she's a stubborn person."

"It's still weird that you call Captain America and Winter Soldier your Dads..." Ned blurted but covered his mouth promptly.

"Fucking hell.." I muttered.

I walked out.

"Wait Y/n!" Peter called out. I made sure the door was closed and found myself walking towards Wanda's room. Her room wasn't far away. Just down the hall and to the right. I took a deep breath to calm myself before knocking politely. I heard two voices from the inside. Wanda's and a more masculine one. Probably Vision.

"Come in," Wanda's voice rang out. I gently pushed the door open. Finding the both of them sitting at the edge of their shared bed.

"Uh.." I struggled to find what I was trying to say. "There's stuff.. Going on. I just wanted to talk to you. Get away from it. And stuff..." She smiled and opened her arms. I walked over and sat next to her leaning my head on her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around my torso running her hand up and down on my side.

"What's going on inside your head. I can tell it's going hundreds of miles an hour..." She chuckled lightly in attempts to pick up my spirit.

"Boys can be stupid. Peter and Ned started arguing. I'm seeking refuge."

"Well you can spend as much time with me as needed."

"Why are guys annoying?" I sat up straight as I asked. Staring intently in her eyes. She glanced up as if thinking.

"That's something I haven't learned yet but when I do you'll be the first to know. I got lucky with Vision." She glanced back at him and set a quick peck on his cheek and a hand on his back. "Can we get a bit of privacy?" She whispered and he nodded.

"That's because he's- what are you? Like part android or something? I mean no offense, I'm just curious!" I asked as he was about to exit through the wall

"I take none, I don't quite know the answer myself. If I have to be honest."

"Pietro was the same..." She muttered.

"He was your brother right, I mean still is." I don't know how to act when he pops up into conversation. It's only happened once and briefly at that.

"Yes." She let out a light huff of breath. "He could be annoying as well. Constantly flirting with women and-" I wonder if we would've gotten along? I thought to myself.

"Most definitely."

"Sorry."

"No need." She paused for a moment. "I can tell there's a larger issue on your mind. I didn't hear it but, I know it's there."

"I-"

"You don't have to say anything, yet. I enjoy gossip just as much as Natasha does."

"Why do you do this so well?" I fell back onto the bed. My head landing further up with my legs still hanging off the edge.

"What?"

"Comfort people, comfort me. You know you'd be an amazing parent in the future!" I pointed out.

"I'd hope so." That's when another knock came to the door. She took in a sigh.

"Yes?" I sat up for whoever was on the opposite side of the door.

"I was informed there's some girl talk going on without me?" Natasha entered with her usual confidence. She sat near the head of the bed, meaning back into the cushions. "What are we talking about?"

"Boys, but it seems there's something else present on N/n's mind."

"Why can't I just seek refuge in one of my closest friends?" She cleared her throat and stared intently giving me a knowing look.

"Sister figure? And wine Aunt..." I said the last part more confidently.

"I overheard Bucky and Steve, I know what's going on," Natasha admitted.

"So I'm the only one who doesn't know?" Wanda inquired. Crossing her arms dramatically.

"I uh... at the end of June, after the Wedding. I'm uh. Moving."

"Like to a new apartment or-"

"To Portland Oregon. That's where I lived a while back."

"Girls night!" Wanda announced. "You need some cheering up. Up you come." She held out her hand for me to take. "First stop the store, we need snacks, face masks, and sitcoms!"

"You coming Natasha?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be a girls night without me, just let me grab my purse."

We sprinted out and to the car, me in the back with Natasha driving and Wanda in shotgun. We drove to the closest convenience store, buying one too many snacks, sodas and bits of candy.

"I have some face masks in my bathroom that we could use,'' Natasha announced as we rang up the items. We turned back to the car with two bags full. After finding our way back to the tower and to Natasha's bathroom where she handed out some masks. Pressing and massaging the material into our skin. Smoothing it out over our faces.

"Now wait 15 minutes, let's get started with the sitcoms!" Wanda suggests. "I have a few to choose from, Y/n you pick!"

"Uh... f/s!" (A/n: favorite sitcom) Wanda picked out the first episode as Natasha and I got comfy. I sat near the bottom of the bed, Natasha by the top and Wanda behind me, twisting my hair into a simple braid.

And for a moment everything was still.