𝗘𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 [𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁]

Thirteen

Do mi ti

"So," Steve asks as Wanda comes downstairs, wearing a blue jacket with a dark red shirt, with a pair of pants and boots. "Why was your tang top down here?"

She bites her lip. "Uh-"

She doesn't want to tell her family she had sex with the God of Mischief.

Wanda rubs her arm, before a doorbell goes off.

She walks over to it cautiously, her books making a click-click noise against the ground.

She opens it, seeing a woman with black hair that's pushed back, wearing a purple dress.

She looks at the woman, not knowing what to say.

'She's probably normal.' Her mind hisses at her. 'Not a mutant. A normal person in WestView. You could at least say hello.'

"Oh! Hello, dear. I'm Agnes, your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours. Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother-in-law was in town, so I wasn't." The woman-Agnes- says happily, joy uplifting her voice and Wanda smiles.

Agnes hands Wanda a plant, walking into the home, and the Avengers seems to understand because they go and hide.

"So, what's your name? Where are you from? And most importantly, how's your bridge game, hon?" The older woman asks, standing in the home.

"I'm Wanda." The Avengers replies with a smile.

Wanda extends her hand, and Agnes takes it.

"Wanda. Charmed." Agnes replies, shaking her hand.

Agnes looks around the home, smiling slightly.

"Golly, you settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?" Agnes asks, and Wanda suddenly realizes what she did.

She trapped them in a sitcom.

She looks down at what she's wearing; her jacket and pants in color are gone.

She's wearing a black and white outfit, her hair curled, her skirt out.

"I sure did!" Wanda says with a smile, putting the plant down. "Those boxes don't move themselves."

Agnes chuckles at Wanda's words.

"So what's a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house?" Agnes asks, sitting down on the couch.

Wanda has to lie; she's not a single gal, technically dating Loki(with benefits), and the Avengers were living in the home for some time.

"Oh, no, I'm not single." Wanda replies with a smile.

"Oh, I don't see a ring." Agnes questions in confusion as Wanda stands before her in the living room.

"Well, I assure you I'm married. To a man. A human one and tall. As a matter of fact, he'll be home later tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us." Wanda lies, clasping her hands together.

'Shit!' Her mind screams- curses-at her. They didn't have something tonight, and the words had just jumbled out of her mouth so quickly.

"Oh, is it somebody's birthday?" Agnes asks.

"Not a birthday." Wanda replies.

"Well, today isn't a holiday, is it?" Agnes questions, tilting her head in confusion, just like Wanda does whenever she is confused by something.

"No, it's not a holiday." Wanda says, her voice holding a confused tone.

"An anniversary then?" Agnes interrogates lightly, and Wanda's face breaks out into a smile.