Birthday Blues
Pietro had been in a foul mood all day, snapping at everyone and sulking like a moody teenager. When Wanda and Vision had waltzed out the front door earlier that evening, dressed to the nines and on their way out to dinner, Clint had called Pietro a brat for not wanting his sister to be happy.
OK, it was admittedly a little weird, what with Vision being a robot but happy was happy and Wanda was definitely happy.
Pietro had stomped off to his room after that, leaving the rest of them to enjoy a quiet night in front of the TV.
Clint was the only one still up when Wanda and Vision returned from their date. Not wanting to disturb them, he scooted down in his seat to give them some privacy trying to bite back giggles at the sound of them hovering, undecided about whether to kiss or not.
“Thank you for a wonderful night”, he heard Wanda whisper sweetly. “It was the best birthday ever.”
Crap. Pietro’s foul mood suddenly made sense. It was the twins birthday today and as far as he knew, everyone except for Vision hadn’t bothered to remember.
As Wanda and Vision depart for their separate rooms, Clint checks his watch. 11:50pm. Still ten minutes left to fix this. He wastes five minutes rummaging around the kitchen for supplies but makes it to Pietro’s door at 11:58pm exactly.
“What?!” Pietro growls as he answers Clint’s knock.
Clint sheepishly holds out one of Natasha’s bran muffins with a lone birthday candle on it. “Happy Birthday?”
Pietro smiles brilliantly at him before wrinkling his nose at the muffin. “Is that the best you could do?”
“Well, I didn’t see it coming.” he answers jokingly. “I’ll do better next year.”
“You better.“ Pietro snatches the muffin from Clint’s hand before slamming the door in his face.
God, that kid is annoying, he thinks as he heads back to the TV, mind already racing with thought on how next year he’s going to pull out all the stops to make sure Pietro’s the twins birthday is the best ever.