Avengers/MCU Oneshots

Time On the Farm (DaddyHawk)

Part Four out of thirty parts of Maximoff Twins Fluff. (What, jruecker22? Did you think I was kidding?)

After the events of Civil War. Except Pietro's alive! And on Team Cap, not team Iron Man, this isn't connected to my actual story about CW if Pietro had lived... ANYWAY MOVING ON. The twins are 20.

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Wanda leaned on the wall of the quinjet. She huffed, frustration filling her. She still avoided talking because of how sore her throat was, and her head ached too badly to establish a telepathic conversation with anyone.

She was glad to leave the Raft behind. So was everyone else. Though none of them had been forced into a straightjacket and shock collar, they had made some pretty bad memories as well.

While Pietro hadn't been put in either of the things Wanda was, he'd been put in ankle shackles to stop him from running off when they opened the door. He had also been put into a jacket that had mittens at the end of each sleeve that were part of the clothing. Probably to stop him from picking the locks on the shackles. They were weird. But, the most either of those things ever did was chafe. He was furious about how Wanda was treated, just like everyone else.

Clint and Scott had been offered house arrest instead of being sent back to Raft. Clint asked if the twins could come with him, given that they were both under twenty one. After some debate, the feds has agreed. So now, a week after the breakout, they were on their way to the Barton farm.

Wanda tugged on her hair, hard enough that she accidentally pulled some strands out. She winced.

Pietro smacked her hand. "No."

She sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest.

She and Pietro loved Clint's family. But they hated to impose on them. They didn't really have the right, did they? She didn't think so.

"Do you two know how to swim?" Clint asked suddenly.

"Not well," Pietro admitted.

"Why?" Wanda asked hoarsely.

"Like I told you, I was going to take my kids waterskiing. You two could come."

"Well, we'd be no fun," Pietro snorted. "Never thought I'd say that."

"Me either, brat," Clint said. "It's going down in the history books."

"Oh, you think you are funny, Mr. Barton?"

"I don't THINK I am, I KNOW I am."

"No, you're really not."

Wanda giggled, instantly regretting it as pain filled her throat. She let out a small whimper.

Clint looked at her sadly. Pietro's face reddened with anger. He looked like he was ready to snap General Ross' neck.

The jet landed right then.

"Well, we're home." Clint announced. "Time to get you two into swimsuits and the lake. You can't live at the Barton farm without knowing how to swim. It's a safety rule."

Pietro rolled his eyes, but he nodded. His arm found its way around Wanda's shoulders. "I guess we're swimming, Sis."

Wanda shrugged.

Clint lead them to the house. The second the door opened, Wanda and Pietro were suddenly laying on their back, the wind knocked out of them. The two older Barton's had tackled them in hugs, and little Nathaniel was sitting on Pietro's stomach, bouncing.