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- birdboy changed the name of avengers assemble to
all netflix, no chill -

bambi:
god give me strength today

spiderboy:
don't you mean thor give me strength
HAHAHAHAHA

n.romanova:
...haha

merida:
yeah great joke pete

spiderboy:
it's peter

tin man:
funny kid

birdboy:
anyway...

buckywiththebadhair:
...is this sarcasm?
i hope this is sarcasm

hammer time:
thank you insect
i am a god

bambi:
*wanda enters confused as always*

minimaximoff:
...

bambi:
are you confused?

minimaximoff:
maybe... a little
what confused me even more is netflix and chill?
that's what we did

birdboy:
oh boyyyyyy

capsicle:
pop culture is so complicated these days
don't worry wanda

buckywiththebadhair:
ok daddy steve

birdboy:
OH BOYYYYYY

merida:
jesus christ bucky
let's not give sam more material

buckywiththebadhair:
what did i do?!
he was acting like a dad?!

minimaximoff:
help

n.romanova:
ok wanda
netflix and chill is what people call
when they invite someone over to watch a film

minimaximoff:
yes?
and chill?

n.romanova:
well chill is code word for sleeping together
like as in have sex

birdboy:
getting DOWN!

tin man:
a bit of hanky panky

birdboy:
tapping THAT A***

tin man:
bumping uglies

bird boy:
taking a trip down to pound toWN!

- capsicle left the conversation -

birdboy:
prude

spiderboy:
is it my turn to say oh boy

minimaximoff:
i-
i think maybe i will delete the post

bambi:
you guys are the worst

-

"Good morning!" Sofia grins, sauntering into the common area where the team are sharing a pot of coffee and a stack of pancakes. "How are we?"

"Somebody is in a good mood." Nat observes, raising her brow at her friend. "Anything you'd like to share?"

"I slept a full eight hours, no nightmares and no headaches." Helping herself to the bitter liquid, she hums happily on her first mouthful. "All thanks to little witchy here and her amazing powers." Leaning down, she plants a kiss on the head of Wanda, who's face is already a shade of red.

"I-"

"Really, thank you Wanda."

"It's n- no problem." Wanda stutters, already embarrassed. "Actually, could we talk for a moment?"

"Yeah..."

"In private?"

"Of course."

"Trouble in paradise?" Sam smirks, as the brunette follows the redhead.

"Is everything ok?"

"I just- I want to apologise. I didn't know that THAT meant to you know... make love? Peter taught me it and didn't specify-"

"Wanda, don't worry! It's fine." Sofia laughs, her heart melting at the thoughtfulness. "Don't worry about it. The team will continue to tease you but I can tell them to stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

"N- no! But it doesn't make you uncomfortable?"

"The boys have been a lot worse with me. It's harmless." Sofia shrugs. "Anyway, to more important things. I saw that there's a drive in theatre even in town for the weekend. Maybe we could go?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah!"

"Actually, Peter asked me if I wanted to hang tonight. I said yes. We're new to the team and maybe speaking to another avenger could be helpful..."

"Oh? Oh. Yeah! Sure. I guess have fun and if you need anything, you can call me anytime."

"Thank you. I will... if I need you."

"Ok... I'm gonna go finish my coffee." Before the witch can reply, the agent is already back in the kitchen, nearly downing her coffee in one mouthful as she wipes her sweating palms on her gym leggings.

Why was this affecting her so much?

It's Peter.

What does Peter have that she hasn't?

So what? He can shoot some webs from his hands?

Sounds gross.

Maybe he is an Avenger but he's still in school, come on.

Why do you even care?

It's not like you're married to Wanda, it's not like you even like her.

She can hang out with anyone.

Even some awkward kid that has some kind of charm and is already a superhero at the stupid age of whatever and could probably be very helpful to Wanda's time here and-

"Hey, you good?" Natasha breaks her train of thought, tapping lightly on her thigh.

"Yeah, of course. Everything's fine."

Oh crap.

Spoiler alert: everything was not fine.

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