WANDA'S PRESENT
I hated my birthday. I knew my brother did too, and we often bonded over the hatred for our special day. This year was especially bad. It shouldn’t have been, all we had to do was put on a show and spend the night with our owners, but I couldn’t help but feel bad for poor Peter for having gotten dragged into the day's events. Barnes was always there, but normally he was a lot more involved, always getting us some fucked up toy and helping Tony think up all sorts of awful ideas. It had been tame compared to other years, but as Steve led the shaking submissive out of the room, I couldn’t help but send up a quick prayer of protection for him.
The rest of the night was a blur of hands and tongues. It was one of two days where there was no pain, Tony making sure to stretch us both carefully and actually using lube to make us only feel pleasure. In some ways, it was worse, and there had been years where my brother acted up all day in hopes that the man would just beat him instead. Luckily, this year we were dismissed once both Pepper and Tony had given us their “gifts”, allowed to dress and return to our rooms. Pietro didn’t even bother with the clothes as he sprinted to our room, and I prayed he would be okay. Normally he would stand in the hot shower until his skin was blistering, but Pepper had made Jarvis start regulating the water last year.
I was drawn out of my thoughts, by a soft voice calling my name from one of the small alcoves. I paused in my steps making sure I heard it right, before smiling and slipping into the space. I couldn’t help but smile at the blond teen in front of me with a giant smile on his face. He was the only person in the world who could actually make me forget that I was a slave, and even though I knew that Tony and Pepper would be checking on us later I couldn’t help but risk seeing the boy.
“I know you have to go soon,” He told me in his chirpy British voice, “But I couldn’t not tell you Happy Birthday.”
“Vis, you know I hate my birthday.” I sighed politely. He wouldn’t understand, he was free. The only reason we were ever introduced was because his dad was Tony’s personal assistant.
“I know, but I figured this would make it not suck so bad,” He smiled, handing me a small box.
I opened it to see a pure black hexagon-shaped necklace, it was simple with a small dark red rope to tie it around my neck. It was nothing like the extravagant pieces that my owners made me wear, but I loved it.
“It's obsidian.” He told me, kind of flustered. “It's supposed to help cleanse the psychic fog created by negative energy, or something. In the Middle Ages, it was thought to repel demons. I thought it might help.”
“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever given me.” I told him honestly, “Thank you. Truly.”
“Well, no one should hate their birthday.” He shrugged.
I heard the growing sound of my owners talking as they came closer and knew that our time was up. I quickly gave him a peck on the cheek to show my gratitude, before hurriedly walking away. I couldn’t help the blush rise up my neck as I all but ran to my room, ignoring the questioning look my brother shot me as I walked in and hid the little box under our bed. I would have to make up an excuse for where I got the necklace because I never wanted to take it off.