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Perhaps it had not been the best idea to go to the ice rink.
Considering that she and Peter were the only ones at the place, Wanda Maximoff was feeling absurd levels of embarrassment. She might be one of the most powerful superhumans on Earth, but that certainly didn’t stop her from slipping on ice.
“It can’t be that hard!” Peter laughed. “Just … uh … slide your feet out — like this!” He glided away over the rink, leaving Wanda on her frosty bottom with a sour glare. “I can see that this isn’t your strong suit,” Peter looped around, offering his hand out to her.
In response, she got to her feet on her own, refusing to return his smile. “I don’t need help.” With a burst of red light, she sent him stumbling away, falling onto his back. “See how that feels, huh? Like it? Oh, hang on …” She brought her hands to her heart, a mocking tone overlapping her usual voice “It can’t be that hard! All you need to do is slide your feet out!”
Peter chuckled, pulling Wanda down onto the rink next to him, kissing her cheek. “Maybe we can just stay like this, if you’re so—” he flashed a toothy grin — “incompetent.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Uh … maybe not. My ass is getting cold.”