𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄. ¹ | wanda maximoff

02 | 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐓

CARSON OPENED the front door for Mr. and Mrs. Hart and walked inside, his head tilting in confusion when he noticed all the lights were off and there were multiple candles dotted around.

"Oh!" Mrs. Hart exclaimed. "How very atmospheric!"

Mr. Hart looked around. "What's going on here Carson, you blow a fuse?"

Carson scratched the back of his head. "I'll be back in a minute, let me just go and find my wife."

He headed off into the kitchen to find Wanda.

Wanda quietly walked down the stairs and moved behind Mr. Hart thinking it was Carson. She covered his eyes with her hands and giggled.

"Guess who?" Wanda asked in a seductive tone.

Carson came out the kitchen and turned on the lights, his eyes widening when he saw what was happening.

"Wanda!"

Wanda's head turned quickly over to Carson's direction and she let out a gasp. "Carson?!" Once she realised what she'd done she quickly pulled her hands away and took a few steps back, covering herself up with her hands.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Hart looked between them.

"Well, what is..." Carson blinked a few times as he looked at what Wanda was wearing. He cleared his throat and looked back at his boss. "The meaning of this, is, uh, this is the traditional Sokovian greeting."

"What?" Mr. Hart's face scrunched.

"See, look." He gave Wanda a look and she caught on, walking over to him so he could put his hands over her eyes. "Guess who?"

Wanda played along. "Is that my host behind me?"

"It sure is."

"Lovely to make your acquaintance." Wanda turned around and shook Carson's hand before shuffling over to his side.

Carson could tell she was uncomfortable and slid his arm around her in order to calm her nerves. "I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe."

"Oh, how exotic." Mrs. Hart smiled.

"We don't break bread with Bolsheviks." Mr Hart said sternly.

Wanda frowned. "Oh.. uh.."

Carson raised a brow, not liking the way he was speaking. "What did you just—" He was cut off when Wanda placed a hand on his chest to keep him back, making it look like she was leaning into his side so the others wouldn't suspect anything.

"Hush, Arthur! Have you no culture at all?" Mrs. Hart scolded him. She looked back at Wanda and smiled. "That dress is so..."

"Sokovian." Carson cut in, giving Wanda a quick once over.

"Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, dorogoy?" Wanda asked him, taking hold of his hand.

"Of course." Carson nodded, following behind Wanda.

Once he walked in, he closed the door behind him and watched as Wanda started pacing back and forth in a panic.

"Who are those people?" Wanda stood in front of him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Why are they here?"

"What are you wearing?"

Wanda stumbled on her words for a moment as she looked at Carson, her face starting to go red. She shook her head and cleared her throat before speaking up again. "Well, it's our anniversary!"