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SEVEN 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 ──────────
WANDA WOKE UP in shock, she shot up from the bed as she heard the sound of a loud clang.
"Ms Maximoff," Stephen yelled, standing over her and banging a mallet against a metal gong, "Wake up!"
A slew of Sokovian curse words ran out of her mouth before she got out of bed, dragging her feet from under the covers.
"Is that Sokovian?" Stephen asked, "And are you cussing?"
"What if I am?" Wanda smirked, "I'm not a child, Strange. I'm old enough to use bad language."
She wanted him to stop treating her like a baby, she was young but she was old enough to know what she wanted, what she had done and what she needed to do to improve.
"Of course. I know that." The gong and mallet disappeared, being teleported away in his hands.
"Why have you woken me up so early?" Wanda groaned, stretching.
"I wanted to get an early start today, we have a lot to do," Stephen looked over to the table at her bedside, making a cup of coffee appear, "Small sugar, no milk. Just how you like it."
"Sometimes I think you're the one that can read minds."
"I can."
Wanda almost choked on her drink as she spat into her cup, "You can?"
Wanda's cheeks turned red, she had thought some pretty explicit things about him and was terrified he had managed to hear them at the wrong moments.
"Don't worry, I haven't fully grasped it. I've only learned how to get little bits of thoughts here and there."
Wanda sighed in relief, "If you had grasped it, would you read any of my thoughts?"
"No, not really. I have read that you're determined to succeed but nothing else. I wouldn't want to invade your privacy or make you uncomfortable like that by listening to personal things."
"Great. I would probably kill you if you tried," She said jokingly.
