Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

Big bro mode activated

Backstory: Following the same MCU timeline except Peter’s a Maximoff, and there was no Civil War, instead they were all civil adults and talked shit out like the adults they fucking are. Sorry, I’m very salty about Civil War because as badass as it was, they acted like toddlers, and it’s a struggle. #bigmood #anywaysbacktothestory #pscommentyourfavoriteoneshoti’veeverwritten.

-Peter is twelve, Pietro and Wanda are eighteen, and this is the first time Wanda has to go on a mission, meaning one of the first times Peter doesn’t have both of his siblings with him, and it’s a good ol’ separation anxiety whumpy time + maybe more of that good ol’ harassing angst that y’all claim to enjoy.)

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Peter, Pietro, and Wanda were practically inseparable, whether it be on the playground of their Sokovian primary school, or on the battlefield. They were the Golden Trio, no one dared to seperate them, and when the three were together, chaos was bound to happen. It wasn’t their fault, trouble often came looking for them. 

And Fury assigned a special ops mission for Steve, Tony, Wanda, and Natasha, and yes, Wanda wouldn’t be able to not attend the mission because Fury picked his players keenly, using his most optimal and strategic forces that would get the specific mission done as quickly as possible. 

Which left Peter and Pietro a day to themselves. Wanda proposed with a chuckle as Pietro threatened Steve that if Wanda didn’t come home okay, he’d stab him (weird flex but okay) speaking in her heavy accent (that still should’ve been there y’all can fight me), “Pietro, I can defend myself, I’ll be just fine. Why don’t you and Peter spend the day together after school? But don’t have too much fun.” Pietro chuckled as his sister walked away, wrapping an arm around Peter, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“We’re going to have so much fun, Wanda’s going to be so jealous right?

“Oh yeah, for sure. C’mon, we’re not bavilant fools.”

“You said it Peter, we’re cool.”

An exasperated Clint snorted, “Kids these days. Just cause you mimic the Flash doesn’t mean you’re cool.”

Pietro fired back, “Oy, b a b y  b o o m e r. Stop poisoning us with your attempted swag.”

Clint rolled his eyes, chuckling at the adorable expression the small bean known as Peter Maximoff wore. “Well Peter, since you’re my favorite Gen Z, you can have a cookie.”

Peter smiled, “Thanks Uncle Clint!” 

The three spent the rest of their day being little children and disappointing Natasha Romanoff and before the threesome knew it, it was time to hit the hay. Clint called out, “Alrighty kiddos, time for bed. Yep, c’mon, I’m in charge of you guys when the other adults aren’t here, so let’s go. If you listen now, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

Peter sighed, “Fine, but I get more cookies than Pietro, cause I’m cooler than him.”

Clint nodded solemnly, “Facts, now get some rest kiddo, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

(I mean, unless someone was to do idk do something to someone? You know what I’m saying? Like stabby stabby labby dabby? Loki ur stabbi’s showing.)

Peter climbed up the stairs, knocking on Pietro’s bedroom door. Pietro chuckled at his younger brother’s disheveled hair, “Hey Peter, what’s wrong?”

Peter stuttered before speaking, “Is it alright if I sleep with you? I don’t like sleeping in the dark, and I miss Wanda.”

 Pietro softened flashing Peter a genuine smile, “Sure thing bud, just get changed alright?”