MHA # 11 | Saturday Morning

[scarlet_chaos]

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.

[For me first, then open!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve chuckled. "I'm not judging," he said. "I'm terrible with kids."

Thus the hiding at Wanda's!

[scarlet_chaos]

"I find that hard to believe," Wanda said, nodding her head towards the kitchen. "They're just tiny adults."

[heroic_jawline]

"I've seen Tony move almost that fast to eat donuts," Steve agreed.

[scarlet_chaos]

"Yeah, Tommy takes after his uncle," Wanda said fondly. "Billy takes after me. Only...bluer."

[heroic_jawline]

"Bluer?" Steve repeated. "Like the blue kid around here already?"

[scarlet_chaos]

"Oh. No, not, literally blue." Though the blue kid had seemed nice when Wanda met him! "Like the stuff I shoot out of my hands is red? His is blue."

[heroic_jawline]

"Huh," Steve said. "Wonder what that means."

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda shrugged a shoulder. "I'm not sure. But both of the boys managed to hold off SWORD by themselves, so they know their stuff."

Look at those little Avengers-in-training.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave her a proud smile. "Well, their mom is kind of a badass."

Language, Rogers.