“Stephen…”
“Shhhh.”
Wanda lifted her head up, letting Stephen nibble on it slightly. Their hands were interlocked, their promise rings pushing against one another. Stephen pressed a kiss to her neck, before rolling off of her and laying by her side. Wanda sighed happily, closing her eyes and turning her head to face Stephen.
Stephen looked tired. His eyes looked reddish, his eye-bags were dark, his hair was in its natural state(which was curly. Stephen had curly hair but always put hair spray and gel in) and overall, he looked like hot mess. Did Wanda care? Nope. Stephen was her hot mess. She loved him.
“What’s wrong, my love?”
“Peter…”
Stephen mumbled softly. Wanda stayed quiet. They had been working hard to keep Peter. They wanted nothing more than to adopt the boy, and officially make him their son. But Tony was ruining it. Tony didn’t want to see them happy. Who knows why, but he just wouldn’t leave them alone.
They were at risk of getting Peter taken away, and there wasn’t much they could do. Peter seemed to realize this too, because he was slowly accepting his fate. It took a toll on his mental health.
His grades started getting bad, he would cry and stay locked in his room, not talk to anyone, and avoid mission and meetings. He wouldn’t even eat. He just slept all day, skip school, and would occasionally come out to tell Wanda and Stephen that “he didn’t wanna go”.
Wanda and Stephen couldn’t do anything, but sit and watch as their son was taken away. Tony wasn’t even gonna adopt him. Just send him off. That only broke them even more.
Stephen had taken it especially hard, and he was just as bad as Peter. Wanda was taking care of them both. As much as she also wanted to cry and be sad all day, she couldn’t let her boys slowly kill themselves. So she did her best.
“Stephen, I don’t know what else to do… we gave it our best, but… it’s just too late.”
“Wanda…”
“Yes?”
“Promise me, no matter what happens… you’ll always be by my side?”
Wanda pressed a kiss to Stephen’s head, her hand trailing down to his stomach. She rested it there, while her head stayed pressed against Stephen’s.
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”
“I love you so much, Wanda… words can’t describe how much you mean to me.”
“I’m so happy I’m with you..”
“Couldn’t have said it,-“
“Mom? Dad?”
Peter walked in, eyes red and puffy. They both quickly sat up. Peter didn’t crawl into bed with them, like how he usually did. He motioned outside to the hall.
“Mister Stark is here..”
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“Heya- Jeez Doc… you look horrible..”
“Oh no, I wonder why… some guy is trying to take away my son from me, I think that’s the reason.”
Stephen said sarcastically, only stopping when Wanda grabbed gently on his hand. Stephen gave her hand a soft squeeze. They sat down across from Tony, who was sprawled out over their nice velvet red couch. He looked too relaxed. Like he wasn’t trying to tear them apart.
“Why are you here, Tony? Haven’t you caused enough damage?”
“Stephen!”
Wanda mumbled loudly, causing Stephen to sigh. He glared at Tony. He didn’t want to upset his girlfriend in any way, so he just tried to keep his cool. It was getting hard, though. He couldn’t just sit and talk to Tony like he wasn’t doing something horrible.
Tony looked guilty though. He sighed, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. He clasped his hands together.
“I’ve come to.. apologize. I had a talk with the team, and… I fucked up. You guys are the best parents for Peter and I… guess I just got jealous. I never really had a loving family, it sounds stupid to try to keep Peter away from a loving family but… what I’m trying to say is, I’m not taking Peter away. I understand if you guys are mad, and need time alone but,-“
“Tony.”
Tony looked up at Wanda and Stephen who were smiling, tears forming in their clear eyes. Stephen swallowed.
“Thank you.”
Tony smiled at them.
“Don’t thank me.”
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“What is this..?”
“Just sign it, Underoos.”
“Mom, dad?”
“Yes hun?”
“Why is Cap hiding behind the curtain?”
Peter asked, pointing behind Wanda and Stephen. They turned around, sighing as they glared at the older male. They turned back to their confused son.
Peter was wearing his pjs, his eyes still red and puffy. He was holding a pen, not even bothering to read the paper he was about to sign. He was also confused about the decorations they had up. Nothing made sense nowadays.
“Ignore him. Now sign.”
“Okay…”
Peter started to sign his name, sniffling before he noticed the words on it.
Adopt.
He looked back up and Stephen and Wanda, pushing the signed paper towards them. They looked at it, both of them smiling at him. Peter looked shocked. He took a step away from the table.
“What’s… going on?”
“Peter… come here, son.”
Son?
“Wait… t-the paper,-“
“CONGRATULATIONS!”
The rest of the avengers popped out of no where, including Steve who was hiding in the most obvious spot. Peter looked around him, before realized what was happening. He then stood still, staring at his parents.
They were officially his parents.
Peter slapped a hand over his mouth. Stephen and Wanda made their way over to him. Peter stared up at them, his arm falling back to his side. Stephen held his arm out.
“Peter Benjamin Parker, you’re officially Peter Benjamin Parker Maximoff-Strange.”
All Peter could do was dive into their arms, tears starting to roll down his cheeks for what felt like the millionth time. He didn’t care about the rest of the Avengers. Hell, he didn’t even care about anything anymore. He had his mom and dad now.
His official mom and dad.
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“Anyone do anything interesting over the weekend?”
Peter’s hand shot up, which amused his teacher. She pointed at him.
“Peter, what did you do?”
“I got adopted by Doctor Strange and The Scarlet Witch!”
“No way.”
“Yes way, Flash! Miss, check the roster!”
The teacher looked at her attendance sheet. Her eyes widened.
Peter B. Parker Maximoff-Strange
Holy shit.