Two New Bartons (completed)

A true mother - Wanda

After eating, Laura herds everyone upstairs. While she makes sure the kids are getting ready for bed, Clint shows us to one of the spare rooms. 

It's sparsely furnished, with only two comfy looking beds, a single wardrobe and a large window. It's better than anything we've had for a while.

"Thank you for everything," I say to Clint. 

Ne just nods and leaves. I close thew door behind him.

Pietro's running around the room, flashing blue, popping into visibility for a moment, then running off again.

"Calm down," I laugh, stopping him short with my powers, "You're going to knock something over."

He stands, panting and out of breath, but I can see the excitement and joy glinting in his eyes. He was unsure about this at first, but he's clearly changed his mind now. The smile in his eyes is enough to tell me I was right to agree to come here.

I let go of him, and he flashes to the bed by the window.

"Pietro!" I gasp, a look of mock horror on my face.

"Sorry," he grins sheepishly, "I dibs this one."

I roll my eyes and tug the leather jacket off of my shoulders, before walking over to him and unzipping his jumper. As I pull his arms out of the sleeves, he winces.

"I thought you said it was fine," I accuse, gently touching his bullet wound.

"It is," my brother insists, "I promise."

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

"I hate you."

I sigh and head to the door, "Yeah, I know. I'm gonna go see if the have painkillers or something."

Outside on the landing, I catch Laura heading out of Lila's room.

"Do you have painkillers?" I ask her.

"Yeah, down here," she leads me down the stairs and into the kitchen, "What do you need it for?"

"Pietro's been shot. Just a nick, but it's really bothering him."

"Ah. Let me take a look at it. I know a thing or two about bullet wounds. You will not believe some of the injuries Clint's come home with."

I smile a bit as she grabs a first aid kit from a cupboard and we head back upstairs.

Pietro's sitting on his bed looking bored.

"Let's see what we're dealing with, then," Laura sits down next to him as he glares at me.

"Did you have to bring her?" he thinks.

"Just in case," I think back.

"It's not bad," Laura says, "Just some antiseptic and painkillers and sleep, I think."

Pietro sticks his tongue out at me, pulling forth another eye-roll. Immature much?

Laura hands him the painkiller tablets and he downs them dry, just to show off. After rubbing some antiseptic over the wound, she ruffles his hair, gives me a quick hug, then leaves.

"Come on, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that," I say.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he laughs.

I know he did enjoy it. I feel it for both of us.

It's nice to have a mother again.