AN-the one person who was never scared of Wanda was Peter, but Peter also had some dark secrets

Request for @arrogantdog Hope this is ok?????

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Wanda, of course, could see the appeal of Peter Parker. He was friendly, kind, caring, and yes maybe she thought he was cute. But most importantly he wasn't scared of her, which confused her of course, everyone was scared of her. In fact, he looked like an excited puppy the first time he saw her use her magic, she was hesitant but happy to explain her powers and how they came about. She didn't know why, but she found herself caring for him. He was all smiles and giggles and made her laugh uncontrollably with his stupid puns and goofy impressions.

Except what Wanda didn't know, is that for some reason he felt drawn to her. She was one of the few people who didn't make his spider-sense go off, so he immediately felt himself going soft around her, the uncontrollable urge to spill all of his secrets to her. But he wasn't one to let his guard down, you see Peter has a secret.

Everyone knew that Peter had been through a lot, becoming an orphan at six, watching his uncle die. Of course, he still had aunt May, but there were some things that no one knew, things that Peter had never told a soul. And he didn't plan on it. Skip Westcott had done horrible things to Peter. Skip was in his class for years, and he was one of Peter's only friends for years, and then the second Peter came out as bisexual, Skip decided to take advantage of Peter. So now Peter couldn't handle drinking alcohol or being touched by people.

Wanda, of course, didn't know why Peter couldn't be touched, but she respected it. She had her own problems, nightmares and trust issues. But she couldn't deny the curiosity Peter brought out in her. He was secretive and jumpy, and Wanda honestly wanted to know why.

Everything started when the team decided to do a drinking game, never have I ever in fact. Which instantly made Peter freeze up and chuckle nervously, his eyes darting around the room desperately looking for an escape.

"Come on Pete, it's just alcohol!" Tony shouted, Peter, winced moving closer to Wanda, who eyed him curiously.

"I don't think so. I'm just gonna stick with chocolate milk." Peter chuckled nervously, motioning to the carton of milk. Clint groaned next to him.

"Come on kid, you're twenty-one!" Clint said. Peter shook his head.

"I really don't want to drink. The last time I drank bad things happened." Peter said, cowering next to Wanda, who considered throwing an arm around his shoulder but refrained.

"Like what? You hook up with someone?" Tony teased. Wanda heard Peter's breath hitch, caught in his throat. Peter's whole body was burning, vague memories from that night flashing across his vision. Tony narrowed his eyes at Wanda and Peter.

"What's got you cuddling up to Wanda? Aren't you scared of her?" Tony said. Peter narrowed his eyes in return, suddenly feeling protective and defensive of Wanda.

"What's there to be scared of?" He asked. Steve leaned forward.

"She's ex-hydra, she's evil." Wanda shrunk into herself, Peter leaned forward in retaliation.

"Bucky's ex-hydra," Peter said.

"Yeah, but there's a difference," Tony said. Peter suddenly felt himself losing all respect for Tony.

"No there isn't. Wanda willingly let hydra experiment on her only because she had no other choice, nowhere to go. Hasn't anyone noticed that Wanda doesn't use her powers in fear of losing control?" Peter said. Wanda was staring at Peter, no one had ever stood up for her.

"Yeah but she's a monster," Clint muttered. Peter's head snapped around to look at him, narrowing his eyes.

"Well then if she's a monster, then so am I," Peter said, leaning back onto his elbows. Peter saw it in slow motion, Sam bursting into laughter, spilling his drink onto Peter. Peter quickly shrunk back, the smell of alcohol making his nose burn, he couldn't stop the onslaught of memories flickering in his vision.

He quickly stood up and pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor before rushing out of the room, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the skin. He slammed open his door, ignoring Sam, who was shouting about how didn't mean it. Usually, alcohol wouldn't be a problem, if he wasn't drinking it. Then again he hadn't ever had someone throw it on him, the smell of it was a vivid reminder of what happened when he was fifteen. Suddenly all he could see was his face, and feel his burning and bubbling touch on his skin.

He, of course, knew he was having a flashback induced panic attack, but none of his strategies was working. So now he was on his hands and knees on his plush carpet, except all he could feel was the dirty grimy concrete of that alleyway. He could feel his blunt nails, calloused hands, and rough voice.

Back in the common room, the team were in stunned silence, Wanda couldn't fight the content smile on her face. "Mr Parker appears to be having a flashback induced panic attack and requires assistance. I suggest either Mr Stark, Mr Barnes or Miss Maximoff assist him." FRIDAY said robotically. Tony waved her off, pouring another drink, Bucky and Wanda both stood up, but Wanda shook her head, already running down the hallway, and opening Peter's door quietly.

Her jaw dropped open at the sight, Peter was biting his lips so hard he was bleeding, trying to keep in his sobs. He was whimpering and shaking, his elbows buckled suddenly and he fell to the floor, curling himself into a tight ball. His sobbing was louder now, letting out the whimpers and cries. His hand was covering his eyes, and he was muttering something over and over again. Wanda walked closer to hear him.

"No, no, no. Please I don't want to. Please don't make me." Wanda keeps closer, using her powers to force him to remember good things, she wished she didn't see the flashes of the memories. She smiled when she saw him as a kid, running around in the park, chasing after his aunt and uncle. Then him a little older fiddling with his new glasses, grinning at himself in the mirror. Then she saw Ned and him building that LEGO Death Star Peter always talked about. She smiled as the memories continued.

Peter slowly pulled his hand away from his eyes, sitting up, turning to look at Wanda. He offered her a tight smile, which she returned. He looked down at himself and blushed. He shakily stood up to get a shirt, only to fall back down.

"Don't worry, I'll get you a shirt." She said, turning her back, she pulled out the shirt she loved the most, it was a Spider-Man and scarlet witch T-shirt she'd caught him wearing. Then she turned again Pater had managed to drag himself up and onto his bed, his head in his hands. She handed him the shirt, he looked up at her and took it, given the situation she shouldn't have been blushing like mad.

"Thank you." He said quietly, bringing his knees up to his chest. Wanda hummed.

"I should be thanking you." She said quietly, "No ones ever stood up for me like that." Peter shrugged.

"They weren't telling the truth. No one deserves to be bullied for something they can't control." Peter hummed, "Besides, I am definitely in your debt, you just brought me out of the biggest panic attack I've had in a long time." Peter pauses, he suddenly felt like opening up.

"Of course I have panic attacks all the time, but usually they are only ten to thirty minutes long. But usually, I can pull myself out of them. But that one was terrifying, I couldn't breathe, and I could see and I, I, I couldn't move. I was so scared." Peter but his thumb, trying to stop the onslaught of tears.

"If you ever have another panic attack, I want you to get FRIDAY to contact me. You don't deserve to go through them." Wanda said gently.

"But what if I do? If I had just told him no if I hadn't of gotten drunk. I hate that I can't forget his face and I hate that the smallest and most insignificant things trigger panic attacks. I just wish it would go away." Peter said. Wanda suddenly realised what he was saying, and felt the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, Peter," she said softly, "What that man did to you was not at all your fault. We all have things that make us feel ashamed. We all have things that we wish we could forget, and erase. But our pasts shape us, they make us who we are. You are a wonderful person Peter, and don't let what he did to you define you." Wanda said, Peter turned his head to her, and suddenly felt himself craving her touch.

"Hey, Wanda?" She hummed for him to continue, "can I have a hug?" Peter asked nervously. Wanda just nodded and opened her arms, smiling lightly when Peter collapsed into her arms.

"I don't think you're a monster. I think you're an angel. You're kind, caring, compassionate, empathetic and just perfect." He said, looking up at her. She felt the tears gliding down her cheeks, Peter reached up to delicately wipe them away.

"Thank you, Peter, you have no idea how much that means to me." She said. Peter hummed, his cheeks reddening as he stared into her eyes, he honestly just felt so safe and sound.

"Hey, Wanda?" He asked nervously, she hummed for him to continue, "Can I kiss you?" Wanda just leant down, connecting their lips.

They spent the rest of the night curled up in Peter's bed, exchanging several small kisses every now and again. Peter hadn't been this close to someone in a long time, and it was nice.

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Peter and Wanda were found the next morning curled up with each other on one of the love seats. Bucky smiles at the two young heroes before tottering off into the kitchen, ignoring that they were holding hands, foreheads and noses rested against each other. He didn't even question how that had made their way to the lounge room, last he knew they were in Peter's room. When the team finally were sitting around the lounge room they decided to steer clear of the two young heroes. They couldn't help but coo, no matter how terrifying the sight was, Wanda and Peter never let anyone touch them, and there they were curled up with each other.

Peter's eyes fluttered open when the sun hit his face, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Wanda, so peaceful and content, he felt so lucky to be holding her hand, his arms wrapped around her. He hummed, nudging her lightly, she woke up slowly, a smile immediately resting on her face.

"Morning." He whispered. She smiled wider, pecking him on the lips, making him blush.

"G' morning." She whispered back. When they heard someone clear their throat they both screamed, Peter, rolled and fell onto the floor, accidentally pulling Wanda on top of him. They both stared at each other for a second before springing off of the floor, standing next to each other awkwardly. Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at his watch.

"Shit I'm so so late for classes. I gotta go, see you Wans." He said, pecking her lips again, rushing out of the room, already pulling his shirt over his head, muttering under his breath. Wanda awkwardly drummed her thighs, smiling nervously. She knew that the team didn't like her, and she was worried that they wouldn't approve of her and Peter dating.

"So when did that happen?" Bucky asked, a sly smirk on her face.

"Last night, after Sam spilled his glass on Peter," She said. Bucky nodded, leaning back into his seat.

"Was he alight after that panic attack?" Bucky asked. Wanda cringed.

"Kind of. I had to push forward happy memories to get him out of it. We talked for a while then went to sleep." She said, her cheeks heating up.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?" Steve said, disgust lacing his voice. Wanda didn't know what to say honestly. Luckily she didn't have to say anything, the next thing they knew Steve's mouth was webbed up by Peter, who was standing in the doorway, an unimpressed look on his face.

"That's my girlfriend you're talking about." He said, picking up his pencil case and a textbook from the coffee table, flipping through it before shoving it into his backpack.

"You say something like that again and I'll do more than web your mouth. In fact, if anyone decides yo say something like that to Wanda, or even look at her the wrong way I won't hesitate." Peter zipped up his backpack, standing up straight to look at the team who nodded quickly, his face broke into a smile as he turned to Wanda.

"I missed my first lecture, so I have a couple of hours free. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for breakfast or coffee?" Peter said, blushing madly. Wanda smiled, taking his hand.

"I would love that."