Wanda and Vision's little web

CH 7

Wanda settled Peter in her arms, swaying gently as his breathing returned to normal.
Peter just sat in Wanda's arms contemplating his situation.

On one hand, he kind of liked being cared for and receiving some much-needed affection. On the other hand, he was disgusted by the situation Wanda had forced him into. Before he could dwell any further, Peter's train of thought was broken by Vision.

Noticing Peter's puzzled expression, Vision started making funny faces, trying to cheer the lad up, but to no avail. Peter just stared blankly as a small whine escaped his lips. Wanda than began tickling his sides, saying, "Who's Mamma's grumpy little baby? You are! Oh yes, you are!"

The only thing Peter could do was let out forced giggles as his face turned a deep shade of red.

Vision then gave him a soft, encouraging pat on the back before straightening up, casting a glance at his watch. "I'm afraid I have to get going to work," he said, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I'll be back before you know it." Wanda turned to him, her gaze warm and steady. "Goodbye, my love," she said softly, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "We'll be here when you get back."

She gave him a final smile as he patted Peter gently on the back. "Be good, Lad," Vision said with a fond smile, before he turned to head out the door, giving one last hug to Billy and Tommy.

"Why don't I take the two older boys off your hands for a bit, let you and the little one get settled?" Agnes suggested, a warm, knowing smile crossing her face.

Wanda's face softened with appreciation as she looked over at her neighbor. "Oh, that would be wonderful, Agnes, thank you," she replied, giving Peter a gentle bounce in her arms, the crinkles of his diaper vary apparent. "The boys always have such a great time with you." She shifted Peter slightly, making sure he was snug against her. "We'll get some much-needed bonding time, won't we, sweetheart?"

Peter just looked away, a mix of emotions flickering through him. As he watched Agnes, Tommy, and Billy at the door. Agnes was already waving Wanda off with her usual lively grin. "Thanks again, Agnes," Wanda said, smiling. "I appreciate it."

"Oh, it's no problem at all!" Agnes assured her with a wink. "We'll be back before you know it, dear. You two enjoy your day."

Bye, Mom! Bye, Pete! We love you!" the two boys said in unison, waving excitedly as they followed Agnes toward the door.

Wanda smiled warmly, her eyes soft with affection. "I love you too, boys. Now, be good for Aunt Agnes, alright?" she replied, giving them a little wave.

Then she looked down at Peter with a gentle nudge. "Say bye bye to your brothers, sweetie," she coaxed softly, encouraging him with a smile.

Peter hesitated, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration at the whole situation. He gave a small wave, avoiding eye contact with his brothers. "Bye..." he mumbled, barely audible.

Wanda's gentle smile didn't waver as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. "That's my good boy," she murmured softly, giving him a little squeeze as she held him close.

As the door shut behind them, silence filled the house. Wanda looked down at Peter, adjusting him in her arms. "Now," she said softly, "let's get you settled while I take care of a few things around the house."

Peter was a little nervous being alone with Wanda, he did not want to find out what she might have instore for him. Wanda lightly hummed while bouncing Peter on her hip, walking over to the living room.

Peter gulped, his mind racing. He had to get away—this might be his only chance with Vision out and Agnes watching his 'brothers'. But as Wanda carried him over to the playpen she'd set up near the couch, he felt his earlier resolve waver. He had already tried and failed to escape more times than he wanted to admit, and each time he found himself even more confused and lost.

With a sigh, Wanda gently placed him in the playpen. "Now, peter stay right here, okay?" she said, looking deeply into his eyes, with that same intensity from before, giving his nose a gentle tap. "Mamma's going to be right back."

Peter forced a small nod, trying to mask the panic building up inside him as Wanda walked into the kitchen. He glanced around the room, trying to come up with a plan. The playpen was cluttered with baby toys and blocks scattered on the floor—Wanda clearly had gone to great lengths to make it look like a infant's paradise. His gaze landed on the front door, just barely visible through the open archway. If he could somehow reach it before Wanda noticed, maybe he could finally—

A sudden, sharp headache throbbed through his skull, and Peter winced. His vision blurred for a moment as thoughts and memories that didn't quite feel like his own flooded his mind. Happy places... loving faces... warm hands...

Peter squeezed his eyes shut, gripping a toy block in his hand as he fought to push the strange sensations away. They weren't real, he told himself firmly. He wasn't some helpless baby. He was Spider-Man, and he needed to escape.

When he opened his eyes again, Wanda was back in the doorway, watching him with a fond smile. She held a cup of tea in her hands as she walked over and sat beside the playpen, her gaze softening. "You look like you have a lot on your mind, sweetie," she murmured. "I know this is all new to you. But it'll feel like home soon."

Peter wanted to scream that this wasn't home and never would be. He looked away, trying to ignore the warmth in Wanda's eyes that made his heart ache with an unfamiliar sense of longing. You're not my mom, he wanted to say, but the words stuck in his throat. Part of him wondered if there was any point in arguing.

Wanda sighed, setting her tea aside. She reached over and lightly caressed the side of his face. "I know you're scared, Peter. But you're safe here. I promise."

Peter's defenses crumbled for a moment, and he looked up at her, his mouth opening as if he might say something. But then the nagging voice of reason returned, reminding him of the reality he'd been trapped in. He clenched his jaw, the fire in his eyes returning as he forced himself to look away.

Wanda watched him thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly against the edge of the playpen. "You're a brave boy," she said quietly. "Braver than most adults I know." Her tone softened, and she gave him a gentle smile. "But you don't have to be brave here, Peter. Not all the time."

Peter's heart pounded as he felt the conflicting emotions rise again, tearing him between the need to escape and the strange comfort Wanda's words brought. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to surface again.

Wanda continued to sit beside the playpen, her gaze never wavering from Peter. He looked down, doing his best to ignore her, but her presence was steady and patient,

Minutes passed, and Peter finally mustered the courage to speak. His voice came out soft, barely more than a whisper. "Why did you do this to me, Wanda? Why... why are you keeping me here like this?"

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, he thought he saw her Westview character flicker—like a mask barely holding up under pressure. Wanda inhaled sharply, her fingers curling tightly against the edge of the playpen. "Sometimes, Peter," she said in a low, almost fierce tone, "people don't know what's best for them. Sometimes, they need someone to make hard choices for them. That's what I'm doing. You don't understand yet, but you will."

She reached into the playpen and scooped him up, her arms firm around him as she adjusted him on her hip, holding him like he was much younger than he actually was. He squirmed, his body tensing in protest, but Wanda held him fast, her arms unyielding.

"Maybe you'll thank me one day," she said, her tone soft but laced with a sense of finality. "For now, you're staying here. With me."

Peter tried to pull away, but Wanda's hold didn't waver. She brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead, her face shifting back to a gentle smile as if nothing had happened.

"Now," she cooed, her tone sickly sweet, "Mommy has some chores to do, and you're coming with me." She adjusted him on her hip, holding him close and secure as she carried him up the stairs and down the hallway. Peter looked like he was about to protest once again, but Wanda shut that down immediately with a gentle, firm hand, she slipped a pacifier into his mouth.
"such a fussy baby this morning, hmm? Wanda asked, not expecting a real response from Peter.

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