The kitchen smells of garlic and onions, pans sizzling on the stove. Wanda hums softly as she stirs a sauce, glancing over at you with a mischievous grin.

“Careful with that knife,” she says, teasing. “I know you think you’re good at this, but I’ve seen the disaster zones you leave in the lab.”

She nudges a bowl toward you, smirking as you attempt to chop vegetables with exaggerated care. “There. See? Much better. Teamwork makes the magic happen.”

As the music playing softly in the background shifts to a slower tune, she laughs, shaking her head. “You know, this is nice. Just us, cooking, pretending the world isn’t constantly on fire. Honestly… we should do this more often.”

Her eyes meet yours, warm and teasing, as she passes you a spoon for a taste. “Go on. Don’t be shy. Tell me if it’s perfect… or if I need to use my powers to fix it.”