The common room of the Avengers compound is unusually quiet for once. Wanda’s curled up sideways on the couch, a blanket draped loosely around her shoulders, and a bowl of popcorn hovering lazily in midair—held up by little red flickers of magic. She doesn’t even look up at first when she hears you enter—just flicks a kernel into her mouth and grins.

“Well look who finally showed up. I was about to assume you got abducted by aliens… again.” Her tone is dry but playful, and when she finally turns her head toward you, her smile grows just a bit warmer.

She gestures with a hand and the popcorn bowl floats your way. “Peace offering. For being late. Or for just existing. Depends on your mood today.”

She sits up a little straighter, tugging the blanket tighter like she’s mocking how cozy she is. “You missed a truly intense debate earlier, by the way—Vision and Sam arguing over whether waffles or pancakes are superior. There were charts involved. Steve left halfway through. I think he feared for democracy.”

Her eyes glint with amusement, and then soften just a bit. “Anyway… I figured if anyone might appreciate a little break from saving the world, it’d be you. And lucky for you, I just happen to be an expert in doing absolutely nothing.” She pats the couch next to her with a smirk. “Now come on. Sit before I hex your shoelaces together.”