Two New Bartons (completed)

Moving in - Wanda

After training, I go back to the farm and pack everything I own, which isn't much, even with the added stuff from Laura and Clint. 

Our new parents know about the invitation, of course. Apparently, Cap asked them permission to take me in before asking me. I don't know how to feel about that.

Lila helps me pack, telling me I'll love it there and she'll miss me but she'll come visit every week.

Pietro stays downstairs. He encouraged me to go, but I think he's starting to regret it as much as I'm starting to regret agreeing. I can't imagine going to bed in my own room, or sleeping without his gentle snores soothing to me, or waking up without him by my side. 

Once everything's packed, Lila helps me carry my bags downstairs, where Laura is just taking a tray of cookies out of the oven. 

"For the trip," she says, placing them in a paper bag and handing them to me.

"Thank you, Mom," I smile, hugging her.

"No problem. Take care."

"I will."

I crouch down to hug Lila and Cooper, both of whom look on the verge of tears. I laugh at them.

"It's not like you'll never see me again. I'll come visit, and you'll come visit," I squeeze them tight.

Cooper wriggles out first. He puts on a very convincing don't-care attitude, but I know he does care. It took him too long to push me away for him not to.

Then I turn to Pietro, who is sitting on the sofa, not looking my way. I walk over and hug him from behind.

"You'll be fine," I whisper in his ear, "Just remember to eat breakfast. And don't take too many hot chocolate nights, okay?"

"I'm twelve minutes older than you," he mutters.

"I know you are."

I kiss him on the forehead, and he catches my upside down head in his hands before I can pull away.

"Promise you'll be fine?" he asks, his forehead creased with worry.

"I promise."

Satisfied, he lets go. He knows I only make promises I know I can keep.

"Ready?" Clint asks, coming in from outside, "The quinjet just landed."

"Yep."

One last round of hugs is exchanged, then Clint leads me outside. He's going to be accompanying me to the facility so I don't feel completely alone.

We exchange meaningless chatter most of the trip, delaying the moment that we have to say goodbye. It's almost as hard to leave Clint as it is Pietro. He was the first to accept us as what we were: children who made a mistake. He is the closest to a father that I have, and I don't want to leave that behind. But it's all I can do if I want to be ready for our first mission, which we were informed today would be very soon.

As we draw nearer the facility, our conversation peters out. 

Finally, the jet lands. Neither of us moves for a second, then, almost at the same time, we get up. A moment later, his arms are around me. 

"You'll stay safe, right?" he asks.

"I'll be fine," I assure him with impressive amounts of false confidence, "I'm more worried about Pietro. Make sure he doesn't fall off the roof again, okay?"

"Again?" he frowns, and I laugh.

"When we were about twelve, he climbed onto the orphanage roof and broke his arm. I covered for him, and we both ended up getting grounded."

"I'll take care of him," Clint laughs.

Vision approaches up the open ramp, and I exchange one last hug with my new father before going with Vis.

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