As soon as Natasha said those words, silence took over the kitchen again. Realizing that no one was going to say anything else, she turned and prepared to leave. But before she left, she gave me one last look, as if to say: 'Tomorrow you'll see what suffering is'. And left the kitchen.

(I'm fucked, she's going to kill me tomorrow.)

I thought to myself, already giving up on having made that comment.

Wanda, still with a smile on her face, finally turned to me.

"I'm sorry to say this, but sometimes I really don't know if you're just brave or if you're too dumb. I think you'd better get ready."

Just as we were beginning to relax, believing that we were finally alone and could rest, Natasha put her face to the door and, proving that she hadn't forgotten what she'd seen when she entered the kitchen, decided to come back just to tease us some more.

"I almost forgot, don't do anything I wouldn't do, lovebirds."

As soon as Natasha said that, the embarrassment hit Wanda hard. Her face turned as red as a tomato, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her flushed face. However, before we could say anything, Natasha didn't even give us a chance and disappeared again.

(I don't know why, but I get the feeling she's enjoying doing this).

I thought to myself, glancing at Wanda, who was still a little put out.

Because of that comment Natasha had said, the awkward atmosphere that had dissipated had returned. I could feel the tension growing by the second, and the way Wanda avoided making eye contact only reinforced this discomfort. However, as neither I nor she were prepared to say anything, a suffocating silence settled over the kitchen. In order to break the ice, I decided to start the conversation myself.

"Well, I think I'd better get ready for tomorrow. From what I can tell, she's not going to make my training any easier, and from the looks of it, she's certainly going to rip my hide off."

I commented to myself, letting out a light laugh that, to the outside eye, would seem carefree. Inside, however, I was worried about what she was going to do to me tomorrow. After all, it was easier to laugh than to cry.

As soon as I said that, I realized that the mood had changed a little. This was confirmed when Wanda responded to my comment. Even though she still looked a little embarrassed, her expression began to soften as soon as I said it. She let out a small smile, although she was still clearly embarrassed.

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"Compared to me, you'll do very well in training."

Wanda commented, changing her tone from cheerful to one of despondency, as she made her way to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

As soon as she approached the counter, Wanda sat down facing me. Her gaze, laden with a gloomy, restless expression, never wavered from me.

"Peter, do you know why I know you'll do well in training tomorrow?"

Wanda asked, still staring at me. However, she didn't let me answer that question and went on with what she was saying.

"Simple: unlike you, who doesn't depend on your powers, I'm the complete opposite. I need mine to be able to do anything. And the worst thing is when they get out of control; either I can't do anything, or I do what I didn't want to do, like failing to save anyone."

At that moment I decided not to say anything and just serve as a friend listening to all her frustrations.

She turned to me, her eyes still full of frustration and sadness.

"I've done everything to try to adapt, I've even tried to find a balance, but it's as if every step I take forward is a step backwards. And when I see you, able to do almost everything, without relying on your powers, it makes me wonder if I'm really following the right path."

When she finished speaking, it was the moment I thought was right to say something.

"Wanda, your powers don't define who you are. It's not what you can do that defines you, but what you do with it. And as hard as it is, we all face our own battles. I don't know if what I'm going to tell you now will do any good. But the night my uncle died; he said a word to me that I'll never forget."

A little puzzled by what I had said, Wanda looked at me again. However, this time, instead of her expression being one of frustration, as before, it changed to curiosity.

"He told me that if I had powers, I could make a difference. After all, with great powers also come great responsibilities."

As soon as I said that, a brief silence came over the room, as if Wanda had felt the weight of my words. And from the new sparkle in her eyes, it seemed that I was right.

"Yeah, maybe you're right."

Wanda said, getting up from the counter in her softest voice and walking towards me. After getting close to me, she takes my hand and, with a smile on her face, says.

"Shall we?"

Because she was holding my hand and had asked that word out of the blue, I was a little confused.

"Go where?"

I asked with the greatest sincerity in the world, not really knowing what she had said.

As soon as I said it, Wanda couldn't help herself and let out a light laugh.

"What? Did I say something funny?"

I asked again, not understanding why she was laughing.

Wanda, still laughing, shook her head with an air of amusement.

"What do you mean, where are we going, Peter? Do you know what time it is? Of course it's to go to sleep, right?"

Wanda replied, still laughing at my face.

"I'd forgotten that little detail."

I commented as I looked at her and then turned towards the clock on the wall.

(Come on, did we really get all that down here?)

I thought to myself, unable to believe how much time we'd wasted doing the dishes.