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Part 8

You got released from the hospital three days ago, and you were already sick of sitting at home. You cleaned the whole house from top to bottom twice since no show or book could grab your interest. And with Meredith being at school for most hours of the day, you were bored out of your mind being home alone. You wanted to go back to work but couldn't start till next week, which meant three more days of nothing.

Somehow, you convinced your doctor and Pepper to allow Wanda to work out of the office at your house today. You finally got to do something different, even if it meant planning Peppers trip to New York next week. You and Wanda started working on it, then the accident happened, so Wanda has been working on it by herself. She was a little lost, but she managed to figure out a few things from all your random sticky notes.

"The talent has arrived," Wanda shouted as she entered your front door.

"I'm upstairs. I ordered Chinese for us. It should be here shortly," you shouted from Meredith's room upstairs. "I'll be down in a bit. I'm almost done folding laundry."

"Alright, I will..." Wanda started, getting interrupted by a knock on the door. "Get the door," she whispered to herself. She pulled open the door, digging through her wallet. "Hi, how much was it again?"

"Excuse me?" Wanda glanced up to see a guy with a confused look on his face.

"You're not the usual morning delivery guy?"

"No...um does YN live here?" He asked as his eyebrows came together, forming a crease between them.

"Does she owe you money?"

"No."

"Did she hit your car?"

"Ah...no."

"Then, yes she lives here and who might you be?" Wanda crossed her arms across her chest, eyeing him up and down.

"Peter. I'm an old friend." He stuck out his hand, and she shook it.

"Wanda."

"Oh, like from the podcast?"

"Yes," she chuckled, watching him with suspicion. "So you're apart of the small percentage of guys who listen to it." He shrugged with a smirk. "What can I do for you? YN is a little busy at the moment."

"I wanted to catch up on some things. Gamora told me she would be home today since she is going back to work next week." Peter answered, hoping to get his point across.

"She is. Somehow she convinced the doctor to let her because she's going insane sitting around all day."

"She was always the busy body," he smirked, nodding his head.

"You're right about that, Peter." Wanda agreed. She stared at him for a moment longer trying to place where she might've seen him before, or a time YN talked about him. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask Peter; YN has never mentioned anything to me about a guy named Peter."

"That doesn't surprise me," he stated. "There is another name you might know me by it's..."

"How do I know you're not some crazed stalker fan of the show?" Wanda asked, interrupting him.

"No. I'm not that at all. Trust me," he replied, holding his hands up in front of him. "I only learned about the podcast a few weeks ago from Meredith."

"So, you know YN's daughter, too?"

"Yeah, she's a great little lady. She has her mother's spunk and curiosity. She carries the weight of the world on her little shoulders, and puts on a brave face when she wants to be strong for everyone else," he replied while Wanda nodded, agreeing with him half listening and half zoning out. "She's my daughter."