Light At the End of the Tunnel

day xxiv

Peter smiled, a small glimmer in his eyes. Tony would be lying if he didn't say it made him want to cry. After the last few days, he was glad to see something of the old Peter back. It had been fourteen days since the rescue and a long road. But it was the first time Tony felt like things were going to be okay.

He looked over to see Wanda using her magic. Her armored hand on the table, as she used her left hand.

Steve walked in and grinned. "Just a few more weeks and you can use your other hand."

Wanda looked at him. "I can't wait," she responded with a shy smile.

Steve kissed the side of her head and walked to the fridge. Peter was talking about his web shooter and how he was altering the capsules so they could hold more web. Tony nodded at what he was saying, adding suggestions here and there.

Steve started to make breakfast, while the other Avengers slowly filed in. Tony watched as Vision and Clint sat on either side of Wanda. She tensed up, but relaxed quickly. Natasha sat on Peter's other side. The younger teenager stopped talking for a second, before going back to his explanation.

Steve caught Tony's eye and gave him a grin. Tony smiled back, knowing that the older Avenger was feeling proud because he was feeling the same way.

Steve placed two pancakes in front of Wanda, before handing out more to the other members. Tony gave his own food his attention, but watched the older teen from the corner of his eyes.

Getting her to eat anything was a challenge. They knew she struggled. They knew she was rarely hungry. But they knew she was just hurting herself. Dr. Cooper believed it was a way for her to hurt herself as punishment for causing Steve to get shocked because of her. Wanda denied the accusation, but Tony and Steve wondered if that was true. In retaliation, Wanda started to eat quicker, but that wasn't helping her as she would vomit it all back up. The fathers of the Avengers (Tony, Steve and Clint) didn't know how to help her. But the answer was in front of them.

Peter Parker. The boy would just talk to Wanda, distract her as they ate. No one held her attention like the younger boy. He could tell Wanda the sky was purple and she would believe him. They chalked it to Pietro and how much Peter reminded her of her older brother, of her other half.

Peter would talk to Wanda as he ate. Wanda would be so engrossed in whatever Peter would talk about, she'd mimic his movements, and that meant eating. It would take a while, whenever Wanda looked ready to be sick, Peter would stop eating and so would Wanda. If she looked done with the food, Peter would eat at a regular pace and let Wanda do the talking, otherwise he would continue.

After the kidnapping, the other avengers were worried that Peter and Wanda would become dependent on each other. Steve and Tony did as well. But they were helping each other. The other teen was the only person who knew what they were going through, because they went through the same exact think together.

Tony never thought he'd be able to put his own life on Steve's hands after the battle at Leipzig and Siberia, but after those ten days in that room, he did. Peter and Wanda needed them to be on the same page. And they did it.

"And Ned then dropped the battleship-" Peter told Wanda, shoving food in his mouth.

Tony smiled.

x

"What do you mean?" Dr. Cooper asked, leaning forward. She was doing her individual sessions with Peter. Wanda and Tony had already gone. Steve was next. But her conversation with Peter was interested her.

"I feel like something bad is going to happen," Peter told her, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know. I just have a bad feeling."

"Is it because the doctor hasn't been caught?"