wandas pov
we need to find out how this kid got here and when. we lead her to the kitchen while nat goes to take a shower. she insisted on watching the kid first but i denied. she rolls her eyes and hopefully goes to take a shower. i motion for her to sit on a bar stool by the bench. i take out a couple things and begin making dinner
'how did you get here' i ask her breaking the silence
'well, i came here about a week ago on a trip but forgot something so i came back, thats when i ran into steve rogers or captian america, um after retrieving my bag i went to apologise to mr stark and asked if there was anything i could do in a thanks. and he said there was a couple things to be fixed on the floor that i was on and he offered me to fix them for him since he never got around to it . i agreed. im a straight a student so figuring out mr starks tech wasnt that difficult' she explains, i nod slowly as the story checks out. she just sits there in silence for a bit as i cook.
'oh i probally should have asked are you allergic to anything' i ask mentally slapping myself
'um, it doesnt matter you and ms romanoff can eat im okay' she tells me but the smell of the food makes her stomach growl out of her control
'ill ask again hun, what are you allergic to' i say turning away back towards the kid
'peanuts, mostly' she mumbles but loud enough for me to catch
'mostly?' natasha questions from the hall walking into the door
'well im allergic to gluten as well but its not that major, most of the time' y/n mumbles the last bit. i nod. nothing in what i was making had gluten or nuts so it should be good. 'um i dont want to be in your way i can leave if youd like' she offers but i shake my head since it was already dark out.
'stay the night. you can call your parents if youd like, make your self at home' natasha says leaning over to me. 'wrong place wrong time' she asks and i nod explaining what the kid told me.
'go have a shower ill take over' nat tells me, i nod and pass her the spoon
'dont burn anything' i call down the hall,
nats pov
'whats your name kid' i ask looking up through my eyebrows at her.
'y/n' she answers after a while
'y/n pretty name' i say not commenting on how she didnt give a last name. however i did not say she needed to give me one 'where do you go to school' i ask turning around again
'im um homeschooled' she tells me and i nod.
a/n
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