Two of a Kind | Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 45: Help

The rest of the night was long and restless as Wanda laid on the cold hardwood floor against Claire's sleeping body. Wanda would doze off, but inevitably would wake up with a start at seeing Claire's out of control wolf staring at her with glowing purple eyes, and when it happened, she would spend an even longer time making sure that Claire was alright whenever she stirred or growled quietly in her sleep.

Eventually, though, the sun rose and the light morning rays of sunshine drifted into the apartment. A yawn escaped Wanda's lips as she stood up from the floor, stretched her back to work out the stiffness that came about from sleeping on the floor, draped a blanket over Claire, and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, she unlocked her phone and dialed the number of Josh, the store manager. Her shift didn't start for a few hours, but she found it courteous to call ahead to give Josh some time to find someone to take her place. She explained her situation—calling with the excuse that she was sick—and Josh understood, letting her take the day and hung up. Part of Wanda was guilty for lying to her boss, but she couldn't exactly tell him that her werewolf girlfriend had a mental breakdown early that morning, now could she?

She pulled the phone away from her ear and opened her music library, selecting the playlist that she uses to relax, and locked her phone, placing it on the counter as soft classical music filled the quiet kitchen. She walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a large frying pan and placed it on the stove before walking to the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, cheese, and butter. Wanda turned on the stove and as the pan heated up, she cut a small piece of butter and dropped it into the pan to grease it. Grabbing a bowl, Wanda started prepping the eggs while the pan got hot. When she finished prepping and the pan was hot enough, she poured the beaten eggs into the pan. A loud sizzle filled the air, covering up the sound of the music for a minute, and as the eggs cooked, she took out another smaller pan and placed it on the stove next to the eggs. She turned on the second burner, greased the pan, and opened the pack of bacon and started placing the strips into the pan.

The eggs were done soon, and when they were finished, she dumped them out of the pan and onto a large plate which she moved to the table. Still waiting for the bacon to finish, she made some toast and a cup of coffee for Claire. The bacon finished cooking right around the time that the coffee finished, and doing what she did with the eggs, Wanda plated the bacon and placed it on the table next to the eggs and toast. She poured the coffee into Claire's favorite mug and put it down in front of where Claire usually sat. Looking everything over, Wanda moved to grab two plates, two forks, and a cup of orange juice for herself, and set the table.

Claire's nose perked up at the smell of food, pulling her out of her deep sleep. She opened her heavy eyes and groaned at the pressure building up in her head. Carefully, she stood up, groaning again at the ache in her back, and walked to the kitchen, following the delicious scent of food. Wanda had her back turned to her when she entered the kitchen, and as she looked at the table, seeing the food, she let out a quiet sigh as she continued walking up behind Wanda, hugging her from behind.

Wanda flinched at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed and smiled as Claire's warmth spread through her. Claire rested her cheek against the top of Wanda's back, right at the base of her neck and sniffled, inhaling her scent to calm down.

"I'm so sorry about last night," Claire muttered as she tightened her grip on Wanda, afraid that she was angry with her, or worse, afraid. Wanda's smile faded into a sad frown as she turned in Claire's hold, facing her and touching a hand to her cheek.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressed you to talk if you didn't want to."

"I should've told you from the beginning. I never should have let all that bottle up like that." Claire sent her a little smile. "Besides, despite what happened, I feel much better after talking to you." She closed her eyes and trailed her nose across Wanda's face before kissing her.