𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 & 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 || 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭

70. She just head tilted, run - Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Y/n swearing like a bloody sailor, head tilts

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"Dammit," I cursed as I dropped the tray on the floor, making a crash that echoed around the whole compound.

I heard a giggle from behind me. I turned to see the brunette leaning on the counter, smirking slightly.

"You doing okay there?" she questioned.

"Yep, perfectly fine," I replied with a sigh. "Tony bloody Stark better have a good reason for buying baking trays that don't even fit in the pissing oven."

Wanda chuckled, coming over to me as I picked up the tray and put it down on the counter.

"Bet you wanted to cook with the brand new trays," she guessed, nodding to the baking ingredients that were laid out.

"Exactly, but Stark, in his great wisdom, never bothered to check the size of his oven."

Wanda laughed and replied, "I never threw the old ones out."

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Fuck you Tony."

"There's a camera over there if you wanna tell him that directly," Wanda pointed out with a smile, indicating to the security camera in the corner of the kitchen.

I walked over to it, and promptly flipped it off, before taking out one of the old baking tins and saying, "Well this definitely fits in the oven."

Wanda giggled and stood by me as I began to pour oats into a bowl.

"Wanna help?" I asked.

"Sure," she smiled. "You're making flapjack, yeah?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, can you melt the uhhh... that shit," I pointed to the butter, syrup and sugar, forgetting their names.

I didn't fail to miss the woman's smirk as she agreed and put them in a ceramic bowl.

"What?" I asked playfully.

"You," she smiled.

"What about me?"

She chuckled, shaking her head slowly as she began to weigh butter.

"Wanda, what?" I persisted, trying not to laugh.

"Oh my god, you're so cute when you try not to laugh," she laughed.

"I'm not laughing!" I protested.

"Uh-huh, totally, I 100% believe that," she replied with a smirk.

"Bloody fucking hell," I muttered, turning my head to hide my own smile.

God, that girl was so easy to talk to. Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.

The only sounds to hear for a minute were the birds outside chirping, the microwave beeping, the sound of tubs being open and closed and Wanda humming quietly to herself. It was so calming to hear her soft voice, and I almost could've fallen asleep to it.

"I remember when I was young-" Wanda began to speak but hesitated.

"You can tell me," I assured her with a comforting smile.

She sighed softly.

"Me, my mama and my papa - and Pietro - used to have movie nights. Our only rule for that night was that we spoke English, to practice it."

I nodded slowly, unable to imagine her life in Sokovia. From the way she'd spoken about it, the fondness in her tone, her dreamy expression, even if it wasn't the richest of places to be, it was her home.