The Littlest Maximoff (Avengers Fanfiction)

Nine

ANNABETH POV

"Annabeth!" Pietro scolded as I leapt from his pocket, landing on the hard ground.

A man with sunglasses walked over and picked me off the ground.

"Annabeth, that is Clint," Pietro informed me after I'd hissed at him.

I twitched my flattened ears and squirmed.

The other people on the runway walked over, except for the tan, curly haired man. He stayed with Stark.

I turned back into a Vyatka foal, causing the man, Clint, to nearly drop me.

I managed to squirm out of his grip and chased after Pietro, who was almost inside the building.

I shifted into a small, yellow duckling when I got closer to him. I peeped loudly, which caused Pietro to walk a bit slower.

I could hear the others laughing as we disappeared inside.
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Pietro led me to where I assumed he lived. It was fancy, well to me anyway.

I shifted back into my human form and sat on the couch as Pietro disappeared down a hallway to put Wanda in a bed.

Pietro plopped himself on the seat beside me when he returned.

Coon popped out of his pocket and crawled onto my lap.

Pietro started to pet him, "So what is her name?" He asked as he gave Coon a scratch behind the ear.

"His name is Coon," I corrected.

He meowed at me before jumping onto the floor and wandering off, probably to explore.

I couldn't talk to animals unless I was one.

Pietro pulled me onto his lap, "Do you want to watch TV?" He asked, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap me up in.

I'd never really watched TV before, "What is on?" I asked, pulling my knees to my chest.

"Let us find out,".