You had gotten the flu after jumping into a freezing cold lake while on a mission. You refused to believe you were sick, Wanda knew better.

she pushed you gently to lay back, delicately holding her hand to your head. Sighing as she felt your temperature, you were burning up.

she made a bowl of soup, encouraging you to have it. Just like her own mother used to do when she was younger.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

the accent was heavy on her tongue, making you see her in new lights.