The Littlest Maximoff (Avengers Fanfiction)

Eight

Coon and Annabeth played until they were exhausted.

The two meowed at each other as they approached.

I leaned over and picked up the pair, letting them get comfortable on the couch/seat before letting them nap.

Tony plopped himself on the seat across from us, "Didn't she just take a nap?" he asked as his seat reclined.

Wanda glanced at him, "Annabeth always slept as we traveled, it does not matter if we are in car or train or plane,".

I reclined my seat as well, getting more comfortable as Wanda took a seat beside me. I put my hands behind my head and crossed my legs at the shins.

Tony pulled out his tablet and started to fiddle around with it as Wanda made herself comfortable against the side opposite of the two kittens.

I fell asleep not long after.
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I woke up as we landed.

Annabeth and Coon did too.

Wanda, however, was still asleep.

When I felt the plane stop moving, I picked up Annabeth and Coon, putting them both in my hoodie pocket before I fitted Wanda on my back.

I hiked down the stairs; Clint, Steve, Bruce, and Natasha were all on the runway.

Tony and I headed over to them, "Need some help Pietro?"

I shook my head, "I can manage," I informed Clint as I walked past.

"Where's the little Maximoff?" Clint asked.

I stopped, turning my head slightly, "In my pocket," I told him.

I felt Annabeth started moving around in my pocket.

I felt her head peer out before her weight disappeared completely.