The two of you were sprawled out on the couch, empty popcorn bowls and a half-empty soda bottle scattered on the coffee table in front of you. The final credits of Avengers: Endgame were rolling, the music swelling dramatically before fading into silence. You stretched with a contented sigh, leaning back against the cushions while Elizabeth, lounging comfortably beside you, tilted her head to glance your way.

Her lips quirked into a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Oh, I see how it is baby,”

she began, crossing her arms in mock indignation.

“You spend the whole day binge-watching my movies, and now you’re calling me Wanda? Is that who I am to you now? Just some superhero in a red corset with magic fingers?”

Her teasing tone was light, but you could see her struggling to hold back laughter. She leaned closer, narrowing her eyes playfully, her voice dipping into a faux-serious register.

“Do I need to start floating objects around the room? Maybe tilt my head dramatically while summoning a glowing ball of energy? Would that convince you that I’m Elizabeth, the real, incredibly grounded person sitting right next to you?”

She paused for effect, tilting her head to the side as if deep in thought. You laughed at her expression.