💋 pls give kisses to the wanna-be avenger child!
“Hiro, didn’t Tony tell you to keep AWAY from the table of champagne?”
She was always concerned that this young boy now occupied the the compound along with the rest of the Avengers and Tony, even if he only lingered about and never went on missions or anything of the sort. There was always that WORRY, that SOMETHING could happen to the young male that should be in school rather than hanging around a bunch of hero’s. Over the course of his stay however, Wanda had become rather fond of the little genius, always watching him with a smile on her lips as he either pestered others with questions about their powers, abilities, to when he would bicker with Tony and occasionally spend time with her as she taught him a few chords of the acoustic guitar, as well as entertain him with showing him her ‘magic’ by making his cat Mochi float into his lap.
Needless to say, she had already viewed him as a little brother, his stubbornness and wit reminding her so much of her own twin brother. She was protective of him, adoring of him. Which meant she was always keeping an eye on him, especially at one of Tony’s extravagant parties for the new year, where many adults bigger and rowdier than he were roaming about. She had held her own flute of champagne to her chest as she crossed to Hiro, smile readily curving rose covered lips. Wincing as everyone suddenly started shouting a countdown, Wanda laughed lightly at the festive spirit among them all, hearing horn blare, glasses clink and couples kiss. She herself glances to her side at the raven haired boy, leaning down just a bit to place her lips against his cheek, hand ruffling his already messy hair, and grinning widely at the lipstick mark left upon his reddening face.
“младший брат, Happy New Year, yeah? What say we ditch this party and go get ice cream?”
