𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒
a simple story
where an attack
on the royal family
creates an everlasting bond
between two 'lucky' teens
post-aou | 2015
pietro maximoff x female oc
[ NIGHT CHANGES ] chapter eight; the spider-toddler hybrid
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❝ Am I supposed to bow? Because I read that you're- you're supposed to bow to royals, and, uh- ❞
ON MOST NEW YEAR'S EVES, Catalina would be at some gala with a bunch of big-shot aristocrats, representing her and her family with false pride. The dresses and food, they were nice, but she never wanted to be there.
Now? All she wanted was to mindlessly chat with lords and duchesses and whoever decided to flaunt their fancy dresses and their fancy money.
Instead, she was wandering around the nearly-empty compound. Most of the Avengers were out on a mission, so she had no idea where most of them were. Since it wasn't an ungodly hour in the morning, the sun shone through the large windows that decorated the compound's walls. As she walked past one of the rooms, she slowed down when she heard music blaring from the other side.
Mario Kart?
Catalina pressed her ear onto the door, and she hadn't expected to hear loud voices. One sounded like it belonged to... a child? She knew one voice belonged to Pietro, but the other one was unfamiliar. Her curiousity got the best of her, and Catalina knocked on the door lightly.
The people didn't hear her. The playing continued.
She knocked louder, and the happy talking stopped. "Come in!" Pietro answered, Catalina obliging.
Pietro and another brunette boy sat on the latter's bed, their hands fiddling with the controllers, their focus placed on the game. The younger boy peeled his eyes from the screen, his eyes widening as his jaw dropped. "You- you're- wait a second, you're the princess!" He jumped up, letting his control fall onto the ground.
"Hey, watch it, Pampers! Those controllers are expensive!" Pietro reprimanded without taking his eyes off of the TV. "Also, you forfeit, you lose!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The kid waved off Pietro before offering a hand to Catalina excitedly. "I'm Peter, Peter- Peter Parker, it's an honor to-" He paused before rushing into a bow. "Am I supposed to bow? Because I read that you're- you're supposed to bow to royals, and, uh-"
"First place!" Pietro jumped up, setting the control onto the bed. "And c'mon, get up." He nudged Peter with his foot, Peter straightening himself nervously. "Sorry, Cat, he's- he's like, ten, everything excites him."
She didn't hate the use of the nickname, surprisingly enough.
"I'm fourteen, and you're only two years older than I am!"
