Entry tags:

!complete, peter quill (star-lord), wanda maximoff (scarlet witch), yondu udonta

Who: Yondu Udonta, Peter Quill, Wanda Maximoff
When: Directly after this log {backdate to May}
Where: Yondu and Peter’s place
What: No girls allowed in Yondu’s place!
Rating/Warnings: None?
Status: Complete.

Peter had been having the best dream. He couldn’t remember any details, just that he was warm, comfy, and the light smell of freesia was now his new favourite smell. It was going so well that when he heard the front door open, and Kraglin barking away, he’d completely forgotten that at some point Yondu would come home and would more than likely be angry when he saw Wanda.

Stupid nap roulette -- he should have set an alarm.

But would Yondu really yell at him? They weren’t naked … there was a school bag in the corner … wait, maybe he’d think Wanda was underage. Crap. And was that Yondu yelling for him? Wanda seemed to still be asleep, and he didn’t want to wake her up, but he didn’t want to yell either…

Grabbing his phone, he opted to send Yondu a text instead.

Napping. Don’t come in. I can’t guarantee you’ll be happy if you do.

It’d been a long, hot, dusty day for Yondu; he’d tracked down three bounties across more miles than he cared to count and all he wanted was a shower and an ice cold beer and some pizza. Kraglin had run up to him as soon as the key had hit the lock in the front door.

“How you doin’ boy?” he grinned, stooping down to hug and scratch the dog’s back and head. Kraglin barked in an excited reply and continued to walk back and forth in front of and up against Yondu for more attention.

“Quill?!” Yondu bellowed as he continued to oblige the dog. He’d had more of the same old dreams and was getting more used to calling the younger man by his surname than his first since it was his habit in said dreams. When he didn’t get a reply, Yondu frowned. Peter’s truck was in the driveway so either he was in the shower or up to no good.

“Qui-” he was about to bellow a warning when he felt his phone buzz. Unclipping it from his belt clip he swiped the screen to see Peter’s text. Yondu’s brow furrowed and a scowl formed on his face. So help him if he had a girl over after he’d explicitly told him what the rules were…

Nudging Kraglin aside he stomped towards Peter’s room and paused just before the door. If it was that crazy Latina chick he wasn’t sure he could handle being yelled at bilingually when he’d endured it all day already. Still, rules were rules, and this was his house.

He pounded a fist on the door and then swung it open with a “I’m comin’ in!” He kept his human hologram visage on, just in case.

Yondu stopped short as he saw Peter laying on his bed with a young woman. At least they were clothed. He took in the scene quickly, noting the backpack and his scowl deepened to level “Deep Shit”.

“Peter! What th’hell is goin’ on here?!”

Most the time, Wanda didn’t nap. She got tired too late on, after studying and eating and making sure all her course work was up to day, doing her reviews, spending time where she was planning to, but the time the day caught up with her it was far too late to entertain a nap because she’d never get to sleep later.

With her afternoon with Peter, it was somewhat different. She knew they’d covered some heavy ground when they were talking, and it was far too comfortable while cuddled on the bed, lulled to sleep with Peter’s presence and the soft hug that the waterbed provided. And maybe they should’ve been more aware of Yondu returning, Peter had said that they’d get into trouble, it should’ve been a deterrent, and yet.

Going from sleeping to stirring as Peter moved and then shocked firmly awake by yelling that followed had Wanda trying to sit up instantly, although the waterbed offered nothing in the way of support to do that and she ended up rocking back into Peter and flailing a little. “Ce se întâmplă?” The slip to Romanian was unconscious as she tried to remember where she was and what was happening as the angry stranger came into focus.

Peter barely had time to grab onto Wanda before turning and glaring at Yondu. “Jesus Christ, didn’t you read the text? Sleeping people, man. Come on.” Even though he totally knew why Yondu was mad.

Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, he gave a jaw-breaking yawn and lowered his head onto Wanda’s for a moment before taking a deep breath. Later, he’d asked her what she said in her language. Right now, it was time for damage control.

“Yondu. This is Wanda. Don’t yell at her, I was the one that fell asleep and since I drove her here, it’s not her fault she was stranded….plus she offered to cook us all dinner, and she’s an amazing chef and you suck. So. In the end, it all works out, right?”

Yondu worked his jaw as he stared at Peter. How could he be so stupid? No wait, stupid was par for the course. Still, he was genuinely worried this Wanda was underage. She looked like she could be and the backpack wasn't helping. This day and age it was harder and harder to tell and he wasn't about to let Peter get into trouble over it. The guy thought more with what was between his legs half the time than what was between his ears.

"Wanda, how old are you?" He didn't sound as severe with her, but he did point at her and added, "An' don't even think about lyin'. I been a cop long enough to tell."

“Stranded is pushing it, I can walk.” She rolled her eyes a little at Peter, but she appreciated the bump of heads like a silent support. Wanda could understand Yondu being annoyed, he was the father figure after all, and they had broken a rule. “I am twenty-one, I attend UCI.”

She half felt like she was being scolded for being out on a school night, “We weren’t doing anything.” For all that she was over twenty, and an adult who could make choices, she still felt like she was maybe a little petulant in her tone. “Peter, I can’t get out of this bed, it is hard to have a serious conversation while sinking all the time, help me up.” Before she ended up burning with embarrassment.

Peter looked at Yondu and at Wanda. And back at Yondu before dissolving into laughter. “This is -- holy crap, Yondu! I know she looks young, but dang.” That was the one thing that he hadn’t expected Yondu to say.

Good ol’ Yondu. Always thinking outside the box.

Helping Wanda, he practically lifted her over him and down onto the floor. Maybe all those workouts with Nine were finally paying off. “Can you stop asking her questions? I told you, everything’s on the up and up, god. Way to trust me, jackoff.” Peter rolled his eyes, but he had a smile on his face and didn’t seem too put off. “I’ll remember this when I’m picking your old folks home. Totally going to get the one that just sits you in a chair to stare at plants. Better start brushing up on your botany!”

Yondu pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered "Twenty one….Jesus." He sighed heavily, glared at Peter with his best side eyed Captain's glare at the old man barb, and then said, "So if everything's on the up and up why did I find y'all cuddled up like two sea otters in here?" The parallel was appropriate, given the waterbed and all. "Last time you had unexpected company up in here you broke my rule and locked the damn door." To Wanda he softened a little and said, "Little miss, I dunno what he done told you but he ain't nowhere near twenty one. And I'm sure you got better things to do than hang out with this chucklehead 'doin' nothin'." It was in the middle of this that Kraglin decided to push past Yondu to greet Peter happily. The dog leaned up against Peter's legs, his half pit bull frame throwing his weight around effortlessly; his big head tilted up, his expression one of begging to be petted. Noticing Wanda his tail wag slowed and he sniffed the air between them cautiously.

Wanda sighed loudly as she fixed up her clothes, straightening her rumpled shirt so that nothing was tucked under anything and her hair was sitting back. It at least let her stay focused on something other than Peter and the fact that she smelled a lot like him right then.

“Peter, hush, you were the one breaking rules.” She did ask if they were going to get into trouble, even if the lure of sleep was strong. “I know he is not my age, Mr Yondu, he helped to fix some of my apartment a while ago, we became friends.” And there was a stress on the word friends that Wanda felt a little sad having to put on, but…

“Peter was spending time with me because my dreams have been awkward of late, and I offered to make dinner to repay the gesture, we didn’t mean to fall asleep and break your rules, sir.” See, much better way of handling things.

Yondu was silent a moment, visibly impressed by the sudden show of respect - none of which he got from Peter, just about ever. Wanda was so petite and polite he was having a hard time forming a coherent reply. Then it clicked: she had said dreams.

"You're one of us? People that have those dreams with a capital D."

“Yup, she dreams. Like all of us. And like most of us, doesn’t really wanna talk about them.” Peter knew Wanda was having a hard time with hers. After all -- no one wanted to be the bad guy of their story, even if that wasn’t really the case. “Are you done asking questions now? Because I really need to eat...and Wanda promised food ...and you’re stopping that, Yondu. Why would you do something like that?”

Thankfully, Peter broke in with a mood shifter, although Yondu seemed somewhat appeased at a more rational explanation than just pouting, and Wanda managed a laugh. “I did promise to feed him, and I’m sure you know exactly how he gets when he’s hungry.”

If the mood and focus could shift to a gentle tease at Peter then the situation could be saved, she was sure. Bending down to give Kraglin a little bit of attention, Wanda pushed her hair over her shoulder to regard both men, “I can make food out of just about anything, so how about you show me the kitchen and I will make dinner?”

"Kraglin's got better manners than the boy," Yondu managed to growl, but there was a glint of humor in his eyes as he said it to Wanda. Kraglin for his part was warming up to her, enjoying the head scritches. The dog was getting soft with strangers, Yondu noted. He was going to have to work on that.

"You don't have to bother." Yondu counter offered as they headed out of Peter's room. "I was just gonna order some pizza." Plus he had no idea what they had left in the fridge. Two bachelors who could drink their weight in beer wasn't exactly a culinary paradise.

“If you are sure,” she didn’t want to argue with Yondu about food, if it came down to it she could bring stuff over sometime and make dinner for the pair of them just to be sure that Peter (and his pseudo dad) weren’t living on pizza and beer all the time. “I haven’t had pizza in a long time.”

Mostly because she didn’t order food all that much and going to a pizza place wasn’t something she wanted to do on her own either.

Peter was slightly put off by the suggestion at pizza, only because he had pizza all the time, but when Wanda mentioned she hadn’t had it in a while? Well, he was all for it then. “Next time we’ll plan a menu, hey Wanda?”

The suggestion was two fold: to see if Yondu would argue about Wanda coming over again, and to ensure that he would actually get a meal out of her. One day Peter would learn how to cook, but today was not that day.

“Wouldn’t that be nice, old man? Then maybe Laurel would stop feeling sorry for us and always invite us over ...oh wait, no, I don’t want that to stop. Her kid is cute, and I like her food…..” By this point, they’d walked into the living room, and Peter threw himself down on the couch like the teenager he was inside. “Wait, I don’t know where I was going with this, except that pizza is good, and Wanda should come back again.”

Yondu rolled his eyes. Shaking his head slightly he ignored his not-quite-son and smiled politely at Wanda. "What do you like on your pizza?" He stepped into the kitchen and swung the refrigerator door open, blocking the view with his body so she couldn't see the embarrassment that was their fridge. A carton of leftover Thai, some hot dogs of questionable safety, a few beers and a bottle of root beer. "Dunno if you like regular beer or root beer but that's what we've got. Can order somethin' else with the food if you like. I'll get some wings too." He straightened up and shut the fridge.

Next time, Wanda couldn’t help but give Peter a quick little grin at that, because of course Peter was still trying to push past the rules, but then it wasn’t like they were doing anything that would be against the rules either. Other than Wanda just being female at least.

Standing between the kitchen and the living room, so that she could address Yondu without shouting from the other room, but still be relatively near Peter should he say something, Wanda tried not to be nosy about the state of Yondu and Peter’s fridge -she was a little worried that they were just living on take out, and apparently a woman named Laurel taking pity on them, but she shouldn’t say anything.

“Um, just whatever their veggie dish is.” Although she wasn’t vegetarian, there were certain things she didn’t eat, and highly greasy processed pizza meat was one of them. She’d just be sure to make something healthy but delicious for them next time.

Peter had already pulled his phone out and started looking at various apps. One thing he’d loved since getting out of prison was the convenience of everything. And now that he had Tony Stark contracting money? Even better.

Flicking through a few options, he did what he was asked: pizza (a meat one and a vegetarian one), some salad things for Wanda, wings, and voila: ordered and paid for. Technology was amazing.

“Done and done.” He threw an arm around the back of the sofa and motioned to Wanda to come and sit next to him. A basketball game was now playing on the TV, sound low but still there. “Old man, toss me a beer too.” He’d have only the one, since he’d probably have to drive Wanda back later and he wasn’t about to drink and do that.

“What are we watching anyways?”

Yondu frowned. He hadn't told Peter to order anything yet but apparently all that tapping on his phone had been him ordering and not playing Candy Crush. Typical Peter, doing stuff without asking and then acting like he'd been asked. "The hell happened to using a phone to call?" He grumbled under his breath.

He had just poked his head into the fridge to get himself a cold one when Peter opened his mouth. Spotting Kraglin's rubber squeaky ball toy (which was a heftier rubber because hello part pit bull) he tossed it with pinpoint precision at the young man's head, watching with smug satisfaction as it hit him square in the noggin. "Get it yourself! This look like a bar?"

The family dynamic between Peter and Yondu was, for Wanda, rather interesting. It wasn’t typical, for sure, but she doubted that anything for either man was conventional in the strictest sense. “You like just rushing into things.” But maybe it was just because they always ordered the same things, she couldn’t tell for certain.

As Yondu threw one of the dog toys at Peter’s head, Wanda just hid a laugh behind her hand. “You remind me of children at my school.” Squabbles, that’s what they were called.

Peter frowned, rubbing smartly at the spot on his forehead. “Do you see the kind of abuse I live with?,” he asked Wanda, playing the wounded character. Obviously it hurt a bit but it wasn’t that bad. It was just another day in their life anyways. “Can you even imagine what it was like when I was a poor, impressionable, small child, having to deal with this ruthless old, angry man?”

He would have batted his eyelashes but even he knew that was pushing it.

Instead, he very maturely stuck his tongue out at Yondu while also giving him the middle finger.

“My life has been hard.”

Kraglin for his part had seemingly materialized and found the dog toy near Peter’s feet and promptly started chewing on it with gusto and growls. Yondu growled a little himself before rolling his eyes at Peter’s pathetic attempt at a pity party before flipping him the bird in return. "Apologies, Wanda, for you havin' to listen to this knucklehead's sob stories." Ducking back into the fridge he procured a beer and the last root beer before heading over to the living room. Handing Wanda the root beer he asked, "So Wanda, where are you from? Don't quite recognize the accent."

Peter was dramatic, and Yondu just seemed to go with it all, regardless of how silly Peter was being. “I’m from Romania, my accent is sometimes thicker when I’m not feeling so great.” Certain periods with her dreams really thickened her accent up, something she had to battle during class.

“I’ve been in America for a few years now, I go to college in town.” From the sounds of things, Yondu had reasons for his rules, and maybe if Peter didn’t try to break them and was honest about things, they wouldn’t have had the scene in Peter’s bedroom.

If Peter knew that Wanda was sympathizing with Yondu, it’d be friends off for like a second until Peter probably realized himself that Yondu had drawn the shortend of the stick to be saddled with the likes of Peter.

“She’s studying something really smart to do with really small things. Tony Stark is funding her.” He wished he could remember. It just sounded really neat, and was way beyond his limited gr.12 high school education. “Pretty cool, hey?”

Yondu nodded. Interesting. “Romania. Okay.” He was fairly certain even if Wanda explained exactly what it was she studied regarding small things he wouldn’t understand. His booksmart education ended after high school graduation and it wasn’t like he’d been taught anything other than how to kill the enemy and be a general badass when he was in the Marines. What he did know was this Tony Stark fellow had a company and oodles of money, which Peter constantly reminded him about.

“Well then you are one bright young lady,” he lifted his beer and said, “congratulations on gettin’ funded. Whatever that means.”

“I study micro-biology and biomolecular science, I am trying to go into nanotechnology. It’s looking hopeful, my course work was given a good mark.” Her professors had been rather impressed. “It just means that Mr Stark is paying for my education, he’s a very nice man. I’m hoping I’ll work with his company some day.” If only to pay him back for all the kindness he showed her, something he hadn’t needed to do, but valiantly offered a strange girl the chance to follow her dreams.

Sipping on her root beer, happy to pass the time answering Yondu’s questions, listening to Peter’s little interjections, Wanda wasn’t sure when the last time she felt like she was in a family type situation, but she’d missed it, the familiarity and comfort of it. Not that she’d be bringing it up, less the pair of stubborn men deny anything.

She’d just enjoy their company quietly for the evening.