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scarlet_chaos) wrote2022-04-02 07:08 am
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MHA # 11 | Saturday Morning
Wanda had spent the last week in a mood that, while not unfamiliar, was foreign enough to throw her off for a bit. Things like that were weird when your previous relationship was with a robot man.
Today felt much more normal. She slept through the night and hadn't woken up sweating and frustrated. Though as she laid in bed, taking in the normalcy, she heard some noises coming from her kitchen.
Wanda groaned, pulling the covers over her head. Whatever it was, it could wait just a few more minutes.
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Today felt much more normal. She slept through the night and hadn't woken up sweating and frustrated. Though as she laid in bed, taking in the normalcy, she heard some noises coming from her kitchen.
Wanda groaned, pulling the covers over her head. Whatever it was, it could wait just a few more minutes.
[For me first, then open!]
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She nodded once, swiping a hand over her eyes to brush away some tears. "It's fine. It's fine. I'll be okay."
Wanda had given them up once before, surely she could do it again without completely freaking out.
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"And if not, there's donuts," he said with a tiny smile.
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Eventually Tommy had enough and zipped into the room in the blink of an eye, just like his uncle could. "What's taking forever? I'm starving to death."
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Great, Tommy, embarrass your mother in front of Captain America.
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Or, well, him. Billy tended to listen better.
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Thus the hiding at Wanda's!
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Look at those little Avengers-in-training.
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Language, Rogers.