It was the morning at the Maximoff-Romanoff mansion. Downstairs the sounds of pancakes being made could be heard. The smell wafted through the house gently. Natasha was making them for you, knowing you loved them.

The sound of a laugh track from some sort of sitcom could also be heard. It had to be Wanda. She loved sitcoms, and could spend forever watching them. She sat curled up in the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Both of them were dressed and ready for the day. Even if they worked from home they liked to have some sort of routine.