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Peter was practically vibrating as he bounced out of the double doors of Midtown Tech, barely containing his excitement. Fridays were always good, but this one was so freaking close to perfect. Flash was off on some vacation with his family, meaning the halls were finally Flash-free. Mrs. Warren, his toughest teacher, was out sick, so instead of a dreaded test, they had a substitute who didn’t care at all. And, to top it off, it was a half day.
But what really made this Friday special? He was heading to the compound for the weekend. And the thought of spending time with Tony and the rogue Avengers was almost enough to make Peter levitate out of sheer happiness.
He spotted the familiar black sedan with its heavily tinted windows parked in the farthest pick-up spot, a sure sign Tony was already waiting in the backseat for him. Happy always parked farther away when Tony was riding along, avoiding what would end up being an inevitable swarm of nosy teens hoping to catch a glimpse of the billionaire superhero. Peter didn't mind the extra walk, especially with his dad… Tony waiting on the other end. He practically skipped toward the car, a grin stretching across his face. Going home to the tower was always exciting but going to the compound was thrilling.
Living at the Tower... honestly, it was a dream come true. But there was something about the compound that was exciting. It housed most of the now-pardoned Avengers, and while Peter still felt a little awkward around them, there was no denying the excitement of spending the weekend with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Well, some of them anyway.
His relationship with the rogue Avengers had gotten off to a rocky start—Germany and all. Peter winced at the memory. Fighting against the heroes he’d idolized? That wasn’t something that left him easily. He didn’t hate them, not anymore, but the cracks in their shiny hero façade had definitely started to show after that. And seeing what the fallout did to Tony—and Rhodey too—left Peter with a bad taste in his mouth. That shield slamming into Tony’s chest? Yeah, that was something Peter would never forget.
Still, things were better now. Tony had put up barriers to protect Peter after Germany, but those walls were slowly coming down. After fighting with them a couple more times, including the infamous toddler fiasco, the Avengers started doting on him in their own weird ways. Peter wasn’t sure how he felt about being fussed over, but a part of him secretly loved it.
When he finally made it to the car, the door swung open, and before he could even get a "hello" out, Tony thrust a Starkpad into his face.
“Look at these for me, would ya?” Tony asked, his tone completely casual, as if handing off work to a high schooler was the most normal thing in the world.
Peter blinked, caught off guard. “Wha—, I just got out of school!” he protested, sliding into the backseat beside him.
“Tony! At least ask him how school was before you start throwing work at him!” Pepper’s voice scolded from the front passenger seat. Peter’s head shot up at the sound of her voice. Pepper almost nevercame with them to the compound.
“Pepper!?” Peter gasped, practically launching himself into Tony’s personal space to peer around the seat.
Pepper beamed at him and reached back to ruffle his hair. “You don’t mind me crashing your superhero weekend, right?”
Peter blinked up at her, his heart skipping a beat. “Are you kidding? Of course not!” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched from excitement. "Wait, what—how are you here though? Don’t you have... you know... work?"
“I had a business trip get canceled last minute,” she explained, smiling at him. “Plus, the new director at the compound starts this weekend, and they could use some help with the systems. I figured I’d pitch in.”
Peter grinned, practically buzzing with energy. “Awesome! Happy, are you staying too?”
“Told you he’d ask,” Tony muttered from beside him, his eyes still glued to his Starkpad.
Happy glanced at Peter through the rearview mirror, suppressing a smile. “I can stay through tonight, but I’ve got work back at the Tower tomorrow.”
Peter nodded, satisfied with the answer. But Tony smirked. “We could always fire you. Then you’d have no excuse.”
Happy groaned, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure, fire me. See how your tower survives without me.”
Pepper swatted Tony’s arm from the front seat, and Peter burst into laughter as Tony shot her an exaggerated glare. “Rude,” Tony huffed, rubbing his arm theatrically. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got very important work to do back here,” he added, pressing a button to roll up the partition, leaving him and Peter secluded in the backseat.
Peter was grinning ear-to-ear as he settled back into the plush leather seat, the warm buzz of excitement still coursing through him. Weekends at the compound were always an adventure, but this one? With Pepper, Tony, and the whole Avengers crew waiting for him?
It was going to be perfect.
•
There wasn’t really a set schedule for their compound weekends, and Tony found that both frustrating and slightly comforting. This was only his third time bringing Peter along, and each visit had gone a little differently. The group of Avengers living here seemed to rotate constantly, like some kind of superhero carousel, and there was always something new happening.
This time, the staff Tony and Rhodey had hired, with help and annoying amounts of input from Natasha and Steve, was starting their first official day. The Avengers had been living out there on their own for the past two months, and while it was working, it wasn’t as smooth as Tony liked things to be. His machines? They purred. The compound? Well, it was more like an engine that hadn’t been tuned in a while. Sure, Friday was good, hell, Friday was perfect—but some things just needed a human touch.
And as much as Tony wanted to stay in the bubble of normalcy that was the drive over to the compound with Peter babbling about school beside him in the backseat, Pepper in the passenger seat, and Happy behind the wheel, there was work to be done. He kept telling himself that once he and Pepper got the new staff situated, he'd get back to Peter and their regularly scheduled weekend, but deep down, Tony knew that was a lie he was telling himself. The truth was, there’d be meetings and briefings and more meetings.
The team would keep Peter company while he was busy, but that didn’t stop Tony from wishing it could be him instead. He glanced at Peter who was still talking—something about a movie his English substitute put on that didn’t make sense, and how “old-timey” it felt.
Tony wanted to focus on Peter’s words, he really did, but the gnawing sensation in his gut refused to leave him alone. Was it really nerves? Or something deeper? He tried to tell himself it was because he didn’t want Peter to get hurt or break something, but he knew the truth. The truth was deeper. He didn’t want Peter to get too close to anyone else—to realize that Tony Stark wasn’t exactly the poster child for “World’s Best Father Figure.”
Not that Peter would ever agree with that. In fact, he had a feeling that Peter would refute the idea that Tony wasn’t perfect—despite Tony knowing himself, that he had about a million and one flaws. For some reason though, Peter didn’t seem to see it that way and Tony dreaded the day that maybe Peter would realize Tony wasn’t all he was cracked up to be.
As they stepped out onto the manicured lawn of the Avengers compound, Tony took a moment to admire the building. It was sleek, cutting-edge—a perfect blend of form and function. The upstate New York countryside framed it, giving off this serene, almost tranquil vibe that clashed with the chaos that usually happened inside. The building had towering glass walls and angular architecture that Tony had spent weeks designing, determined to make it feel like a home and not just a building for the people who inhabited it. And weirdly enough, it did.
“Wow, this place is still huge,” Peter said in awe, tilting his head back to take it all in. His wide-eyed expression made Tony chuckle under his breath.
“Hasn’t changed from the last time you were here, Pete,” Tony teased as they walked inside, glancing briefly at Pepper, who excused herself with a soft smile, heading toward the offices to meet with the new staff. Tony gave her a nod, promising he'd join her soon—just as soon as he got Peter set up.
Peter, naturally, protested. “Oh, come on! I know my way around. I’ll be fine.” He offered Tony an awkward grin, trying to show his independence.
But Tony wasn’t budging. “Yeah, I know. But humor me, alright? We’ll find you some superheroes to play with.”
Peter rolled his eyes but smiled, and together they made their way to the elevator that blended seamlessly into its surroundings.
Once on the second floor, where most of the communal space was located, Tony’s eyes immediately landed on the familiar faces of Wanda and Natasha. Wanda was using her magic to braid Natasha’s hair while they spoke in rapid German over a SHIELD file. A small smile tugged at the corner of Tony’s lips. He was proud of Wanda. She’d come a long way since Sokovia, and seeing her pass her psych evaluation with SHIELD had been a victory for all of them.
“Nice to see productivity hasn’t dropped,” Tony quipped, catching their attention.
Natasha looked up, grinning. “Well, I had to keep her busy somehow, Stark.”
“Better magic hair-braiding than anything else” Tony smirked. “Looks good, Witchy.”
Wanda rolled her eyes, her eyes lighting up as she noticed Peter beside him. “Hey, Peter!” She waved him over, and Peter’s face lit up.
“Hi Miss. Maximoff!” He chirped. “Miss. Romanoff!”
Before Tony could blink, Peter had darted over to the couch, where Clint and Sam were deep into a Mario Kart game. Clint was yelling something about Sam cheating, and Peter quickly wedged himself between the two Avengers, eager to join the fray.
“Can I play next?” Peter asked, eyes wide with excitement.
“Only if you’re ready to lose,” Clint teased, ruffling Peter’s hair.
“Don’t let him cheat, kid,” Tony called after him, unable to stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He felt an odd pang in his chest, like a parent dropping their kid off at school for the first time—even though he wasn’t leaving the premises, and this definitely wasn’t Peter’s first time here.
Still, the feeling lingered. Tony glanced around the room, noting the friendship that had been rebuilding over the past few months. The old wounds were healing—mostly. He’d buried the hatchet with Steve and Bucky, but there were still nightmares. Still things he hadn’t fully processed. But being here, with Peter, it felt... okay.
And okay was good enough for now.
•
Natasha enjoyed her work more than most, bar the superhero team she currently worked alongside. It was a hazard of the job, she supposed. Throwing yourself into life-threatening danger with the almost certain promise of injury wasn’t exactly a typical nine-to-five. Most people didn’t have the capability to do what they did—or the inclination. But she did. She’d been trained for it since she was too young to even understand what it meant. And though she should probably hate it, resent her past, maybe even run from it now that she had a choice, she still used her training—albeit for good. At least now she could justify it.
Natasha’s fingers drummed lightly on the charcoal-grey S.H.I.E.L.D. folder she and Wanda had just been pouring over. The sight of Clint and Sam engrossed in a far-too-competitive game of Mario Kart drew a grin to her lips. Initially, it had just been the two of them going head-to-head, trading insults over the roaring sounds of pixelated engines. But somewhere between their debriefing and the middle of the tournament, Tony had strolled in, dropped Peter Parker off like a weary parent sending their kid to daycare, and left without a word.
Tony’s departure hadn’t gone unnoticed by Natasha. She didn’t bother suppressing her smirk as he trudged back to the elevator, his shoulders slumped in a way that would seem odd to anyone who didn’t know the bond he’d developed with Peter. Watching the kid and Tony together still caught most of the team off guard. They hadn’t expected Tony Stark, the man who practically defined the term ‘lone wolf,’ to suddenly soften around a teenage superhero.
But Natasha saw it, even if Tony would never admit it: the kid had him wrapped around his little finger.
The team was still adjusting to Tony’s new life. After the Accords debacle, the rift that had nearly destroyed them had finally begun to mend, but it hadn’t been easy. Natasha had tried desperately to stop it before things went too far, but then Germany happened. And Siberia. Things had unraveled faster than any of them could have predicted. Now, months later, the team was pardoned, thanks to Tony and Rhodey’s work in amending the Accords to something everyone could stomach.
Still, returning to find a Tony Stark who seemed... content, despite all that had happened, had been a shock. They hadn’t expected to see him smiling or thriving without them. It was selfish, Natasha knew that. Tony had done just fine without them. Better, even. Stark Industries was as powerful as ever, and he’d somehow found a family to call his own. Spider-Man showed up and changed Tony’s life. And boy had the team been in for a surprise when they discovered the kid behind the mask—just fifteen and already carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Natasha known m already though, of course. Had started to put bits and pieces together while they had all been on the run. It was only when Peter had been injured during an attack at a Stark gala and Tony had been a mess, that the rest of the team really started to understand. The man had practically lived by the boy's bedside, more emotionally vulnerable than Natasha had ever seen him. And then the witch had turned Peter into a toddler, which led to two weeks of chaos in the compound. Tony and Pepper had taken to temporary parenthood as if they’d been born for it, and Natasha had quickly found herself bonding with a pint-sized version of Peter. He’d warmed to her faster than she expected—though he still kept his distance from Steve and Bucky. Fair enough, Natasha thought. The kid had every right to feel the way he did after what went down.
After that incident, they’d started forcing Tony to bring Peter around more often. The kid was like a ray of sunshine they hadn’t realized they’d needed. Even after reverting back to his teenage form, he still had that warmth that somehow managed to make the compound feel less like a cold fortress and more like... home.
As the Mario Kart tournament wound down and Wanda slipped away to find Vision, Natasha tucked the S.H.I.E.L.D. report into a safe upstairs before making her way back to the main floor. Clint and Sam, engrossed in a now-pointless argument about who had cheated, stopped mid-sentence as Natasha fixed them with a look—one that was as effective as any command.
"Don’t you two have something better to do?" she asked, her voice dry but edged with amusement.
Clint opened his mouth to retort, but Sam beat him to it. “Yeah, yeah, we’re going,” Sam muttered, shooting a quick glance at Clint, who nodded in agreement. “Important Avenger stuff,” Clint added, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed his attempt to sound serious. Both men slunk off, leaving Peter standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
Natasha smiled to herself. She did love her team—a fact no amount of torture could pry from her—but she enjoyed being able to dismiss them with just a look even more.
Her eyes shifted to Peter, who stood nervously in front of her, shuffling from foot to foot. The kid had been through a lot, but he still carried that awkward, almost innocent energy. It was something she appreciated. It kept the team grounded in a way none of them could quite describe.
“Got your suit with you?” Natasha asked, her tone casual but sharp as her eyes pierced his.
“Y-yes, Miss Romanoff! I brought it with me!” Peter sputtered, nodding eagerly.
That optimism. Natasha couldn’t help but admire it. The team was full of hard, battle-worn heroes, people who had seen too much, done too much, to view the world with any sense of lightness. But Peter? He’d been through hell, too—more than most kids his age could ever imagine—but he still carried this youthful brightness that the rest of them sorely lacked.
She gave him a rare smile, one small but genuine. “Come on, Spiderbaby. It’s time for your next lesson.”
Peter quickly fell into step beside her, his nervous energy replaced with excitement. “You’ll never believe it, Miss Romanoff! I used one of the moves you taught me on this bank robber the other day! It was so cool! I mean, I wasn’t sure it was going to work at first, but then—”
Natasha let him ramble as they stepped into the elevator, the smile lingering on her lips. He had that effect on her—on all of them, really. As they made their way to one of the state-of-the-art combat stations, she listened to him with a kind of quiet fondness. Peter wasn’t just the kid Tony had taken under his wing. He was becoming family—slowly but surely—and that was something Natasha valued more than anything else in the world.
•
Peter sat hunched over his textbook, rubbing at his neck for what felt like the fiftieth time. The tension in his muscles was evident from the way his shoulders slumped, making it hard for him to focus on the tiny print of his notes. Wanda noticed, stealing glances from her spot on the couch beside Vision. She’d overheard him earlier, talking about a test next week, and figured he was trying to cram in as much studying as possible before dinner. It didn’t take much to guess why he was sore—Natasha had just finished running him through the wringer in their latest training session. Wanda winced sympathetically. She knew that feeling all too well.
Wanda's eyes flicked to Vision as he nudged her gently. He had been quietly reading beside her, but like always, he was deeply attuned to her thoughts.
"You should help him," Vision murmured in his usual calm, measured tone. "It’s clear he’s struggling, and I know how much you care. Besides, he doesn't bite."
A small smile crept onto Wanda’s face. Vision always knows. She nodded, grateful for the gentle push, and rose from the couch. She noticed Peter sneaking another rub at his neck, eyes scrunched in frustration as he tried to focus.
Approaching the table, Wanda spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. "I can help with that pain if you want." Her voice carried a gentleness, always a little reserved, especially around someone younger than her, like Peter. Though she was older, she often felt just as out of place as he did among the Avengers, a feeling that connected them in ways she didn’t quite know how to express.
Peter looked up, startled, his wide eyes innocent as he blinked at her in surprise. “Oh—uh, how?”
Wanda smiled faintly, her fingers twitching as the familiar red energy began to swirl around her hands. “I have… ways,” she replied, her tone playful but still tinged with a quiet hesitation. She raised her palm slightly, and a soft red glow surrounded Peter’s neck, the energy gently massaging and soothing his sore muscles.
Peter’s eyes widened further as he felt the tension melt away. “Whoa,” he breathed, relief flooding his face. His body visibly relaxed, and he sighed as the stiffness in his neck loosened. “That’s… amazing.”
Wanda chuckled, and with her free hand, she flicked her wrist, causing his textbook to snap shut gently. “Little spider, you can study after you’ve had a break. Tell me about school again?” Her voice was soft, almost wistful. She had never gotten to go to a regular high school, and Peter’s stories about his everyday life fascinated her, even if she couldn’t always understand what he went through. Movies didn’t do it justice—not the way Peter did when he talked about it.
Peter gave a sheepish grin. “School? Well… where do I even start?” He rubbed the back of his head, a familiar nervous habit, but with Wanda’s calming energy still working through his muscles, he relaxed more with each passing second. “Let’s see. So, Flash has been picking on me more lately, but that’s nothing new. I guess I don’t really mind—he just calls me ‘Puny Parker,’ which is kinda funny, considering…” He glanced up at her with a small grin, knowing she’d understand. “You know, considering Spider-Man.”
Wanda’s lips twitched into a knowing smile. “They don’t know what you’re capable of.”
“Yeah, exactly,” Peter said, leaning back in his chair now that the pain in his neck was gone. “Sometimes it’s actually funnier to just… let him think he’s right, you know? Like, I could easily get back at him, but… why bother?”
Wanda nodded, understanding more than she let on. She had seen flashes of his thoughts once, accidentally slipping into his mind during a particularly rough moment. He worried about his place on the team, about fitting in with the other Avengers. She couldn’t blame him—it was hard enough for her, and she wasn’t a kid trying to juggle homework and saving the world.
“What about your friends? Ned, right? He’s still your partner in crime?” she asked, her red energy continuing to soothe his muscles as she kept the conversation light.
“Oh, yeah, Ned’s the best. We’re working on this LEGO Death Star project, but it’s taking forever because, you know, Spider-Man stuff keeps getting in the way,” Peter said with a chuckle. “And then there’s MJ. She’s… well, she’s cool. Really cool. But she’s also really hard to read sometimes. I think she knows something’s up with me, but I’m trying to keep things low-key.”
Wanda tilted her head, intrigued by the mention of MJ. “Do you think she’ll find out?”
Peter shrugged, then grinned. “She’s smart enough to, for sure. Sometimes I think she already has.”
Wanda laughed softly. “She sounds like someone you’d want on your team.”
“Oh, definitely,” Peter replied, his enthusiasm returning now that his muscles weren’t aching anymore. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. “The thing is, she’s way more observant than she lets on. I swear, she notices everything. Like, last week, I showed up late to class, and she just raised her eyebrow at me like she knew exactly why. It’s kinda freaky, honestly.”
Wanda smiled warmly. “She sounds like a good friend.”
“She is,” Peter said with a nod. “Even if she’s a little scary sometimes.”
As the last remnants of Wanda’s magic faded, Peter stretched his neck and shoulders, clearly relieved from the soreness. “Wow, Wanda, seriously, thank you. That was… like, the best neck massage ever.”
Before Wanda could reply, Vision approached the table, his book tucked under his arm. “I couldn’t help but overhear your discussion about school, Peter. Perhaps I could assist you with studying for your upcoming test. I understand you may require more mental stimulation now that your physical discomfort has been addressed.”
Peter grinned, feeling much more at ease. “Sure, Vision. I could definitely use some help.”
Wanda watched with quiet amusement as Vision slid into the seat next to Peter, placing his book down with the precision that was so characteristic of him. Peter, though a genius in so many ways, had a sheepish look on his face as Vision pulled up his notes for Spanish class. Wanda settled back in her chair, curious to see how this would go.
Peter groaned softly, scratching his head. "Okay, so Spanish isn’t my worst subject… but it’s not exactly my best either."
Vision glanced at him with a thoughtful expression. "That is perfectly understandable. Language acquisition, while often challenging, is a skill that requires consistent practice. I’m sure with the right approach, you’ll excel in it just as you do in your other subjects." He turned to Wanda with a slight tilt of his head, his eyes showing a flicker of warmth. "Would you care to join us? I suspect Peter might benefit from a more… human perspective on the language."
Wanda raised an eyebrow, smiling. "You mean someone with experience speaking multiple languages, not just a computer-like brain?"
Peter let out a laugh. "Yeah, Vision, no offense, but I don’t think Spanish is something you can learn just by reading it. There’s, like, a whole rhythm to it. I can barely roll my Rs!"
Vision nodded in agreement, unoffended. "Indeed, language is not solely about comprehension. It is also an art of expression."
Wanda nodded, shifting her chair closer to the table. “Alright, let’s start. What’s giving you trouble? Vocabulary? Grammar?”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. "Honestly, it's the verbs. Like… there are so many different forms. Ser,estar, and the irregular ones... I mean, it’s not that I don’t get it, but every time I think I’ve got it down, I mess up something else."
Wanda smiled softly. "Irregular verbs can be tricky. But don't worry, we’ll figure it out together." She paused, then with a glimmer of mischief, added, "Ser and estar are my specialty."
Peter grinned at her joke, appreciating the lightness she brought to what felt like a stressful subject. He watched as Wanda started to explain the differences between the two verbs, her hands moving in subtle gestures as she spoke.
"Ser is used for permanent states, right?" she said, looking at Peter. "So, if you want to say, ‘I am a student,’ it’s Yo soy un estudiante. Because being a student is part of who you are."
Peter nodded slowly, the wheels turning in his head. “Right. That’s like, your identity. So… if I wanted to say, ‘I’m at school,’ I would use estar because it’s not permanent?”
Wanda smiled, pleased with his understanding. "Exactly. Yo estoy en la escuela. Because it’s a temporary state—you’re there now, but you won’t be there forever."
Vision listened intently, his gaze moving between the two. “The concept of temporary versus permanent states is quite fascinating when applied to language. It reflects a human understanding of time and existence that machines rarely consider. Language is alive in that sense.”
Peter blinked, chuckling. "Leave it to Vision to make Spanish sound deep."
Wanda laughed softly, leaning back in her chair. “It is deep when you think about it. Language is how we connect to each other. It’s how we express our feelings, our thoughts… and in a way, our identity.”
Peter tapped his pencil against the table, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I guess. I never really thought about it like that. I mean, I know English like the back of my hand, but Spanish? It’s a whole different world. Like you said, Wanda, it’s all about how you say things.”
Vision glanced at Peter's textbook. “Shall we practice? Perhaps you can conjugate a few verbs, and we can work on pronunciation?”
Peter nodded, flipping through the pages until he found a list of verbs. “Alright, let’s give it a shot.” He read aloud: “Hablar—yo hablo, tú hablas, él habla…” His voice trailed off as he stumbled over the next word.
Wanda smiled encouragingly. “You’re doing great. Just remember, when you get to nosotros, it’s hablamos. Like, we speak together.”
Peter repeated after her. “Hablamos. Got it.”
They continued practicing for a while, with Vision chiming in every now and then to point out patterns and explain the logic behind certain grammatical structures. Despite his mechanical nature, Vision had a way of breaking down the rules that made sense to Peter, while Wanda helped with the rhythm and feel of the language. The combination was surprisingly effective.
After a few rounds of conjugation, Wanda leaned in, her tone light. “Okay, now let’s do a little real-world practice. You and I can have a conversation. I’ll ask you a question in Spanish, and you try to answer.”
Peter’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded, determined. “Okay, I’ll try.”
Wanda took a deep breath and spoke slowly. “¿Qué te gusta hacer después de la escuela?”
Peter paused, thinking through the question. “Uh… I like to…” He hesitated, trying to remember the right verb. “Me gusta… uh… hacer los deberes?” He smiled sheepishly. “Did I say that right? I think I said I like to do homework.”
Wanda laughed softly. “Close enough. But do you really like doing homework?”
Peter grinned. “No, not really. Let me try again.” He furrowed his brow, focusing. “Me gusta… jugar videojuegos.”
Wanda nodded approvingly. “Perfect! See, you’ve got this.”
Peter looked a little more confident now, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks, Wanda. This actually isn’t as bad as I thought.”
Vision, who had been observing quietly, added, “Peter, you are quite adept at picking up new information. Spanish, like any skill, simply requires practice. And given your abilities, I have no doubt you will master it in no time.”
Peter looked up at Vision, appreciating the encouragement. “Thanks, Vision. I guess it’s just like being Spider-Man, right? You don’t get it perfect every time, but you keep trying.”
Wanda’s smile softened. “Exactly. And you’re not alone in figuring it out. We’re here to help.”
Peter glanced between Wanda and Vision, a warmth spreading through him. He had always felt a little out of place among the Avengers, but in moments like this, it was easier to see that they weren’t just teammates—they were becoming his family.