Peter bumped into someone while entering the living room, "oh, sorry," h mumbled, not looking up from his homework. He has three tests in the next week. Three. Even if he's a 'genius' like Mr. Stark keeps telling him, he needs to learn these Spanish vowels.

"No problem," comes a vaguely Russian-sounding voice. Peter's head snaps up, realising it's not an Avenger.

"Hey, you're that magic girl," Wanda blinks at him, Vision hovering a few feet behind.

"Wanda. But yes."

Peter nods, eyes turning to Vision. "Woah, you're like a robot," he says, staring up at him.

"Yes." he says, his impersonal, British voice amused. "Although Mr. Stark likes to call me an AI stealer. If not sure how I feel about the moniker."

Peter laughs, "yeah, he calls me weird things too. I think he does with everyone."

"Yes, I have found that," Vision agrees, his cloak rippling around him.

"He calls you the….spider, does he not?" Wanda asks, "you are Peter, correct?"

"Yeah, Peter Parker, nice to meet you," he sticks out a hand.

She takes it with a jovial smile, "I'm Wanda Maximoff."

"I'm sorry, I have business to attend to," Vision says, "it was nice meeting you, Peter," he nods cordially and floats through the wall.

"...That's creepy."

She raises an eyebrow, "yeah. You get used to it."

"Cool. Can you yeet me across the room?"

Wanda shrugs, "sure."

She's raising her hands in preparation, red light gathering between her fingers, when Mr. Stark walks into the room. He sees Peter's grinning face and Wanda's outstretched hands and yells "No!"

As quick as a blink, the smile is wiped off Peter's face and if not for the press coverage, you would have no idea Wanda can control magic.

"We weren't doing anything," Peter says innocently, clasping his hands behind his back. Wanda copies, pulling out doe-eyes.

"I know you, Peter! I swear to god, if you asked someone to 'yeet you', again, I'm disowning you."

"...but, Mr. Stark, we're not related."

"It was a figure of speech, and you didn't disagree!"

"Ah ha, but I didn't agree, either," Peter cackles, high-fiving Wanda, who goes along with it, although looks slightly confused.

Tony just stares, you can see his hair greying and his face seems to get more confused/concerned/exasperated by every passing second. "Peter," he finally says, slowly, calmly, "if you don't stop, I'm gonna yeet you off the helipad."

Peter starts to smile madly, an idea glimmering in his eyes.

"Peter. NO."

Okay, so I don't normally do author notes, but I wanted to explain my absence and everything.

I lost inspiration for this story, and literally could. not work on it. Everytime I tried, it just turned out boring and horrible and made me want to tear my eyes out, thus, I had intended just to drop it...Until I got a comment on AOU that for some reason, totally revitalised me. I'm sorry for the wait, but here you are.