in case you don’t know this is set up in the same universe as my Should’ve Known series if you want to check it out before reading further the links are right under this paragraph.
You don’t quite remember waking up, you just remember feeling warm and hearing your wifes soft breathing next to you and the sounds of rain outside.
You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was the rain gently decending on your window.
It was peaceful, you looked at the clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. You know you probably would’ve gotten up sooner had it not been for the twins being away at Nick’s for the weekend which was a small blessing. You rarely had moments like theses with Wanda, where there wasn’t any particular rush or set schedule for the day. It was sunday and sundays was usually a break day for everyone. Wanda didn’t go studying and you guys can spend the day together doing whatever.
You gently turn only to see your wife still sleeping. Moments like these were even rarer. Wanda usually is the first one up in the mornings, however, when she sleeps she sleeps like an angel. Her features were peaceful, which once again was rare but was becoming more common now that you guys had no more battles to fight.
Those days were finally over and this was your reward.
You gently kiss her forehead, hoping not to wake her and you carefully unwound the sheets from yourself. Your feet pad gently to the kitchen where you began breakfast.
You put the kettle on to boil while you got the tea packets ready and got to making breakfast. You remember this Sokovian breakfast that Wanda taught you and decided to make it. It was a relatively simple recipe, it was essentially pancakes just a little thicker than a crepe.
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Wanda woke up to the smell of fluffy pancakes in the air. the warm and sweet scent reminded her of mornings when she and Pietro were young. Either her mother or father in the kitchen cooking pancakes before her father had to go to work and the rest of the day began.
Wanda opened her eyes to the other half of her bed empty, but the smell of pancakes and the faint sound of old music told her where you were.
She stretched sleep from her limbs with a groan and silently made her way to you.
Once Wanda reached you she simply stood by the doorway, watching while you swayed your hips and sing a long to the music in a languid way. It was off key and it was beautiful at the same time, because it was you. You could make even the trash look beautiful if you were holding it to her. If she could, Wanda would forever capture this moment with you and keep it with her always.
Wanda was more than content with watching you from afar but the pancakes you were making lured her further in and forced her from her spot at the doorway.
“good morning Солнечный свет,” Wanda greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “it smells good, how can I help?”
“I’m almost done here, why don’t you set the table.” You said as you pecked her lips. Concentrating mostly on not burning the pancakes. Wanda did as you had asked and set the table for the both of you.
By the time Wanda had set the table you were done cooking and were plating the pancakes and pouring the tea into their respective cups.
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“What time is Nick bringing the kids?” Wanda asked as she stuffs another mouthful and delicious fluffy pancakes into her mouth.
“Originally it was today but I got a call earlier before you woke up,” You said as you take another bite, “but the twins want to visit smithsonian with Nick, so they’re staying another day. Strange will portal them here early tomorrow.”
“So that just leaves us another day then,” Wanda said quirking her eyebrow, “all alone.” You winked in response and laughed slightly.
Yes just another day alone with one another.
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It was one of those days where you just let Wanda magic all the dishes clean and away along with the mess you had made making the breakfast.
You and her had been so busy the past weekend, you loved the twins with every fiber of your being. You would die for them. But you really couldn’t get much cleaning done when they were here, because once you got one area clean, the kids would come in like a tsunami and suddenly the coffee table is sticky and all the toys were out.
So when Nick called you and said he wanted the weekend with his grandkids you didn’t have any quarrel with it. You knew besides you and Wanda, Nick loved those kids and would do anything for them.
The past two days were spent cleaning, manually. Wanda was originally just magic all the mess and clutter away, but you somehow convinced her that doing it manually was much more rewarding.
However, after cleaning and reorganizing everything, now you want nothing more than to sit on the couch with Wanda and watch whatever, not having to get up to even do dishes.
And that’s exactly what you did.
You made popcorn and you and Wanda watched most of the movies you watched when the kids were asleep at night along with binge watching a few episodes from various sitcoms.
At some point there was just silence, you and Wanda just watched the rain and were content to just be together.
Sometimes you sit back and you just admire how far both you and Wanda have come. From living at the compound, getting called away for missions where you never knew what was going to happen, always sacrificing the people and things that matter most to you for the greater good, being so powerful and yet to powerless when it really counted.
You loved your life, you loved your kids and your wife.
You’ll treasure it and hold onto it for as long as you could.
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food.
Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway.
The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand.
A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.”
Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes.
You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?”
Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “…okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.”
Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb.
Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is.
Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.
“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt.
The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her.
Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her.
She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people.
“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change.
By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box.
The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks.
You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.
Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house.
Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression.
The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand.
You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth.
What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer’s temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl’s shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.
The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you’re gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be.
You were sitting quietly, staring off into space. Wanda watched as you stared at the walls. She dusted quietly, pottering around her home in her cutesy little dress. Her mind was on you, and your mind was elsewhere.
You had just gotten home from a mission. A solo mission in a world far away. Wanda wanted to come. She had a feeling that something was going to go bad. And something went very wrong. You came home bloody and bruised, half dead. You refused any of Wanda’s help. You refused to talk about what happened. You locked yourself in the bathroom and washed off the blood and then slipped silently into bed. Wanda tried to cuddle up against you, but you shrugged her off of you and rolled away.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” Wanda asked sweetly.
You didn’t hear her. She moved closer to you. You didn’t even notice. She took the chance. She dropped her duster and hastily sat down next to you. She folded her knees and brushed up against you. She threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against her.
“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple.
You shook your head and scratched at your palm.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I think,” you began, quietly. “I think I died out there.”
That was the last straw. You clawed your way out of her arms. She watched surprised as you stood and began to pace. You didn’t know why you were so angry. Wanda just wanted to protect you. You know she’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
“I’d never let you die alone, baby,” she tried.
“I die alone every day,” you scream. Wanda shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I die from everything the world contains; from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived.”
“I can fix it,” Wanda whispered.
“Wanda, no-”
“I can,” she interrupted. “I can take it all away. You’ll be whole again.”
“I’ll be empty.”
“You’ll be happy,” Wanda reached out for you. She held you by the waist and smiled up at you.
“I am happy,” you smiled sadly, stroking her cheek.
“Let me make it better,” Wanda rubbed a thumb over a gaping wound in your side. “I’ll make the world better. You’ll never die again.”
“I won’t remember anything.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
You shook your head and slowly stepped away from your lover. She smiled, a sinister smile, one laced with confusion. You knew what she was capable of. You knew she wasn’t lying. She’d make the whole world new. No one would be themselves. You’d be an empty shell of the person you are, the soldier you are. you’d be someone else. You wouldn’t even be yourself.
“I’d be worse than dead,” you whispered. “I’d be a ghost who couldn’t remember why it haunts. I’d be empty and useless and loveless.”
Tears rolled slowly down your cheeks.
“I’ll love you,” Wanda whined.
You smiled.
“And I won’t know why.”
Wanda never really knew why you withstood this pain. You knew she could take it all away. You never let her. You cried and cried and cried. You bled. Wanda had seen you bleed more times than she cared to count. You hurt and you lived. You lived.
You lived.
Wanda still doesn’t understand. But she knows she can’t just fix it. So she lives. She lives with her pain, and yours, and the pain of the world. And it hurts, but that’s how she knows she’s alive. And every time she bleeds, she understands a little more.
