Who We Are For The Cameras (Wanda X FemReader)

Chapter Four : Dinner, Drinking and Diets

Y/n's POV

Connor pulls the car up to the house, turning it off as a moment of silence falls over us. It was less a house and more of a mansion, modern, sleek, windows everywhere, hidden behind high walls and gates so no one could see in.

"I hate these dinners." I say lowly.

"Me too." He agrees.

We open our doors, making our way up to the front door, looming over us. I ring the doorbell, and I hear the pitter patter of approaching footsteps.

"Y/n! Conner! So glad you could come over." The woman smiles widely.

"Hey Pepper." I give a small smile myself, as Conner steps inside.

Then I hear the best sound I've heard all day, tiny running footsteps, "Y/n!"

I pick her up, spinning her around, "Morgan!" She cuddles into my neck as I bring her into the living room where Tony sits. I nod his way, "Tony."

"Are you going to keep calling me that?" He asks, shaking his head.

"Would you prefer Anthony?" I joke. He rolls his eyes, getting up to join Pepper in the kitchen to finish making dinner.

Tony had a family, he had his amazing wife Pepper, who I actually enjoy spending time with. She never forgets my birthday and visited me as much as she could when I lived back home. He has a beautiful daughter, Morgan, who I've been involved in her life as much as I can be without drawing too much attention to myself. He didn't need me calling him anything other than his name, he has his family, and I have mine. I look over at Conner who is sitting in an armchair on his phone. I know Tony and Connor try to get along for my sake, but they are two halves of me that just don't mix.

"Dinner is ready." Pepper calls out as Tony is setting the table.

We all take our normal spots, Tony at the head of the table, I at the other end. I'm sure there's a metaphor trapped within the placement, two people as far away as they can get, still trying to hold power over the other, our families trapped in the middle, and yet no one says a word, we just eat our food, washing over any thought of the outside world.

"The roast is lovely, Mrs. Stark." Conner smiles, cleaning his plate in an ungraceful way.

"Conner, how many times have we been over this, it's Pepper, okay? You're just as much family as Y/n is." She reaches over the table and rests her hand on top of his in an reassuring way.

An uncomfortable shifting occurs within myself, and as I look across the way, I can tell Tony is feeling it too. Conner smiles, but I can tell as his eyes flash to mine, that he's feeling awkward. We all continue to eat, basking in the silence.

"Can Y/n come upstairs and read me a story before she leaves?" Morgan asks in the kitchen as we hand our plates to Tony to wash and put away. He nods and Morgan grabs my hand, dragging me up the stairs to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was massive, bigger than my apartment in college. There's a doll house in the shape of a castle by her window, one that I know she plays with all the time, because it's the one I got her when I got my first paycheck since moving out here. Morgan is obsessed with all things royalty, I didn't understand why until I heard Tony call her his little princess, the thought of the word still burns in my head, but the plastic tiaras, the play dresses, and the imaginary steeds that we make out of duct tape and pillows mean the world to her, and therefore to me.

"Which story am I reading tonight?" I ask as I begin to tuck her into her canopy bed.

"Beauty and the Beast." She smiles, settling herself in. I grab the book from her shelf, it's overflowing at this point. I begin to read the story but not even a few pages in, her eyes are closed and I can tell by the rise and fall of her chest that she's fast asleep. I know once I leave Tony will wake her back up to have a bath and brush her teeth, but it's a nice ritual we have when I come over, makes me feel like I actually do something in this family. Family. Maybe not the word I would use, but I brush off the feeling as I kiss her forehead, turning off her lamp and closing the door.