Her Last Hope [~Scarletstrange~]

~SIX~

Stephen's POV

Rays os sunshine painted my face in the early morning, causing me to wake up. I groaned as the sunlight poked me in the eyes when I opened them. 

I got up. It was Saturday so I had it free until 7pm. That's when I have superhero suport group. It's basicly a suport group but with superheroes. I created it after realiseing that we can't relate to normal people. We don't have the same struggels or same worries, we don't share same expiriences or problems... Not that theirs problems aren't important too, it just that we have it more...complicated sometimes. Balancing normal life and all the other stuff.

As I was dressing, I heared the music coming from outside of my bedroom.

~Baby, I have no story to be told~

I wasn't sure what song it was.

~But I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn

Think of me in the depths of your despair

Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared~

I walked out to find the source of that song. As I was getting closer, I could hear a soft voice that quietly followed the song. I found Wanda in the kitchen, preparing some food while moving her body to the beat.

It was cute.

I snickered at her sillyness, scaring her, judging by the way she jumped.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." I apologised.

"Don't do that." she warned me with red sparkles in her eyes.

"Promise I won't." I put my hands slightly in air in defence, jokingly. Sparkles disapeared. She lowered volume of the music.

"Why are you up so early?" Wanda asked after few moments of silence.

"I could ask you the same question." I made my way over to the counter.

"I'm hungry." I was stupid to not think of that. It's obvious. Why would she cook if she wan't hungry?

The music was still playing, too quiet for me to hear it.

I opened the cupboard where my coffee usualy is just to find it wasn't there. I looked around confused, like I was expecting it to randomly apear out of nowhere. I looked in cupboard again. Still not there.

"Where's my-"

"I've already made some. Here," she handed me a cup, with it's little plate, which she took from the counter, "It was all we had, so if you want to keep your unhealty habit of drinking it at almost every time of the day, you should to go to the store to buy some." Wanda explained as she took food out of pan and onto a plate next to the stove, filling the pan with more liquid and returning it to the hot stove.

"That's a little rude, but okay." I brought the cup to my lips, taking a small sip. It was good, too sweet for my liking but not bad at all.

"But it's true and you know it." she flipped content of the pan. 

"What are you making?" I asked.

"Omelettes. Isn't it obvious." I didn't respond. "Please tell me that you know what omellette is." Wanda said in 'please don't be that stupid' tone.

"Of course I do, it's just that...I never really saw how it is made."

"But you saw it...like...in real life...right?" her voice hopefull for me to say 'yes'.