What To Do
“So… I met Deadpool the other day.”
“You did what?!”
Sage laughed at Sam’s astonished outburst. “Yeah. He just… dropped in at the tower the other day, spouted off something about being Canadian, talked to the air, and then left. I’m fairly certain that he’s certifiably insane. I like him.”
“Of course you do. Hey, speaking of meeting people, have you talked to Addy about your… parentage situation yet?”
“Ehhh.” Sage waffled her hand back and forth. “Not really? I mean, okay. So, I told you that Cap and CoTM came and gave a tolerance speech at my school, right?”
“Yeah. You also said that you were a little shit the whole time.”
She waved him off. “So Addy and I took a potty break after the assembly-”
“How old are you?”
“Shut up! I’m telling you a story, you little ass!”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. Continue. You took a potty break.”
“I’ll murder you. We took a potty break, and so I casually asked how she would react if, you know, Tony Stark was my dad. She seemed pretty chill with the hypothetical possibility of the idea, so you know. Also, apparently, she met Nat at Starbucks the other day. So.”
“Did she recognise her?”
“I mean, no? I would think that if my girlfriend had recognised Black Widow introducing herself as my aunt, she would have said something to me, right?”
“That’s a fair point.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how to approach it, or when is an appropriate time to bring it up, or how long I can put off telling her without damaging our relationship, because I’m all for not doing more to fuck up our relationship.”
“That’s a good goal to have. Healthy, non-fucked up relationships are a good idea.”
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“And, I just don’t know, Pietro! Sam didn’t have any good advice because he’s a nutty bean, and just… not helpful, and-”
“You want my honest opinion?” Pietro propped himself up on one arm so that he was leaning over her, both of them lying on Wanda’s bed, waiting for her to get back from her job at the little sandwich shop down on the corner.
“Well, yeah. Unless it’s a dumb honest opinion, in which case, keep it to yourself.”
Pietro laughed and shoved at her. “I think you should introduced her to the team progressively. Like, she’s met Sam. That’s chill. She’s cool with that. She’s met Natasha, and she didn’t recognise her. Maybe next she should meet Phil or Clint. Or. I don’t know. Me?”
Sage grinned and rolled her eyes. “You just want to meet her.”
“Of course I do! We have a pact, Sage! A pact!”
“Ugh. You make me regret all of my decisions, Pietro.”
“Shut up. You love me. Can I meet your girlfriend yet?”
“I do love you, but Jesus Christ. If you get to meet her, then Wanda gets to meet her too, that’s the rule, I’m not completely stupid.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hey!” Sage wasn’t entirely sure if her outburst was because she was offended at Wanda’s comment, because the other girl had walked in, or because Pietro had practically trampled her on his way to give his sister a hug, but any way it was deserved.
“Hello, darling.” Wanda walked over and kissed her on the forehead. “Have you had a good day, spending time in my room without me?”
“Well, I wasn’t in here all day. I came in because Pietro said that he desperately needed help with something, come to find out that he just needed someone to talk to because he’s needy.”
“I am not-”
“You really are.” Both girls silenced him with a look, Sage giggling.
“Anyway, how would you like to meet my girlfriend next week?”
“Oh? Are you there already?”
“Well, Pietro suggested that I start introducing her to people gradually, and he’s desperate to tell me that he approves of her.”
“Of course he is.” Wanda shook her head disappointedly at her brother. “I’m alright with it. Just let me know so that I can ask for the afternoon off, alright?”
“Okay.” She smiled up at the other girl and smacked Pietro in the butt. “Did you hear that? Next week. Think you can manage to wait until then?”
He sighed heavily and flopped back onto the bed, half of his body draped across Sage’s, supressing a grin and she groaned melodramatically. “I suppose that will have to do. Whatever will I do until then?”
“You could… I don’t know, clean my room, since you seem to spend more time in it than I do.” Wanda suggested, wincing and rolling her eyes when Pietro sped through the task and then returning to slump on top of Sage once more. She patted the blonde gently on the head. “I’m sorry that my brother is such an annoying idiot. I’m going to go get some food from the common floor kitchen. Requests?”
“Cheez-its?” Sage asked hopefully from underneath Pietro.
Wanda laughed. “Sure thing.”