"She's so tiny..." Pietro commented. Wanda nodded. "Yeah... We were little too once." She reminded him. "Yes, but I was strong! She's weak." He said as he poked (Y/N) squishy belly, causing her to giggle. Wanda smiled down at the little girl. "That's because she's harmless..." She whispered quietly. "And squishy."
"Yes, and squishy."

Pietro suddenly picked (Y/N) up. "I want to run with Squishy." He said. Wanda grabbed (Y/N). "No! You'll make her mind mush!"
"No I won't! And she's my squishy now!"
"Why is that?"
"I watched that movie with the clown fish, and there were jellyfish, and the blue one called one her squishy, most likely because it was squishy. Therefore, (Y/N) is my Squishy, because she is Squishy." He informed her. Wanda rolled her eyes and stood up. "I'm taking (Y/N) with me. I don't trust you." She stated blandly. Pietro pouted. "My squishy!"

"Ugh fine, but I am not leaving you alone with her!" Wanda said. Pietro smirked and zoomed into the living room, quickly putting the Finding Nemo and sat on the plush carpet.
"Squishy!"