Possible & The Witch

Mama Class

Two Mornings Later
All:

Wanda is changing while Possible keeps an eye on the brewing breakfast she woke up early to start. Blueberry muffins, peaches and cream oatmeal, toast, and juice.

They make sure nothing boils over or burns for her.

Natasha comes into their kitchen. "Privet."

"Privet Spider. Wanda's getting dressed."

"I didn't see you yesterday? How are things since the other night?" She asks them.

"Fine." They say blandly.

"Just fine?" She asks.

They sigh. They really don't feel like talking. But she's clearly just checking on them. So they give answers. "We read to the baby that night and she ate spicy food before bed so she got a stomach ache and her usual heart burn was twice as bad yesterday. But we both slept most of the day. We got up to eat and any time she had to pee but other than that we just cuddled. I think both of us have run out of things we can fix for each other right now. She wants to learn how to be more okay with giving me space when I need it. And I want to be less blow my brains outy. So we slept. But the good kind of sleep. I hope she knows that it's not her that I need space from, it's just from functioning. I only distance myself from her because I hate the look of hurt when she sees me not okay. We're working things out."

"That's good. I'm proud of you." She sips her morning coffee.

"Thanks."

She looks at the pot. "What are you making?"

They sigh a little more noticeably and slowly set down the spoon. "Natasha. With much respect. I don't have the energy to talk right now. Could you please stop asking me questions?"

She nods. "Sure Possible. Thanks for telling me."

They blink. Strange reaction. They expected debate.

No matter. The upstairs door opens and doesn't close. Which means Wanda's on her way down. Everyone is sure she'll never fully get over the sound of door latches.

Possible tries to stand up a little straighter. "Hey princessa. Your oatmeal's done but your muffins are still rising."

"Thank you baby." She steps up to the stove seconds before the glass over the oven turns bright red, shattering. She yelps, "Ah!" covering her face and hiding in Possible's arms.

They turn their back to the stove incase of any secondary reaction. They move her over to the fridge making the ice machine growl loudly before spitting out handfuls of ice. She jumps to the side again. "Why is everything attacking me?" She pouts.

"I don't know babe, maybe just sit down, Okay?"

She sits at the table. Red tendrils carve into the table until she snatches her hands off of the wood pulling them back to her body. Eventually, it stops, leaving corroded red marks in the wood. "Okay just incase it's not clear, I did not do that on purpose."

Possible touches the burns. "Your power is having a fit."

"But I'm hungry." She mumbles.

They pull the blueberry muffins out of the oven with their bare hand, not much thinking about it. The sound of their skin scolding is like nails on a chalk board to Wanda's ears. "Peach don't!"

Possible sets them down on the counter. Natasha starts scrambling for ice as if they can't heal in seven seconds flat.

Wanda snatches them by the belt loop. "Give me your hand."