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The next morning, Indra woke up to an empty bed.
His head ached, a sure sign he'd had too much to drink the previous night.
Indra rubbed his temples, trying to ease the discomfort. He was never good with alcohol.
Feeling slightly better, he moved to get up, but then noticed a woman standing in the room.
He froze.
Was that...?
The Scarlet Witch?! Wanda?!
Indra's heart raced. Could the woman he brought back from the bar last night actually be the Scarlet Witch?
But why would she be here?
It was still the time of the Extremis virus outbreak. Ultron hadn't even been created by Iron Man yet.
The Scarlet Witch shouldn't have joined the Avengers by now.
Why was she in New York?
Had he unintentionally wronged Vision?
No, Vision was still just a bunch of machinery at this point. She hadn't even met Vision yet.
What on earth was going on?
"My name is Wanda Maximoff. What's yours?" The Scarlet Witch's voice pulled Indra from his thoughts.
"Indra," he replied.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to face the situation head-on.
Since it had already happened, he might as well deal with it.
He stood up, picked up his clothes from the floor, and began dressing. Wanda remarked, "I think I might have been a little overwhelmed by your charm."
Indra raised an eyebrow and teased, "You don't have to stop at last night. You can be charmed right now too."
Wanda blushed. She walked up to Indra and placed her hands on his head.
Was she hinting that she had feelings for him?
Indra looked at Wanda. She had her head lowered, looking shy and vulnerable, nothing like a woman with terrifying powers.
"What do you think?" Wanda asked, her eyes filled with excitement.
Indra furrowed his brow and asked, "What is this?"
Wanda, looking like a starstruck fan, said, "I saw you fighting Iron Man. I heard everything you said."
"I think you're someone with strong beliefs and a sense of justice."
Indra was taken aback. He hadn't expected his fight with Iron Man to have such an impact.
He had become famous.
Had he really turned the Scarlet Witch into his admirer?
Could this be another gift from the luck ?
"Are you hungry?" Wanda's voice pulled Indra from his thoughts.
"Yes, a little," he admitted.
Now that Wanda mentioned it, Indra realized he was indeed hungry.
With excitement, Wanda exclaimed, "Let me cook for you!"
She ran off joyfully, leaving Indra momentarily stunned.
Cook?
Wait, didn't we go to a hotel last night?
Where's the kitchen?
Puzzled, Indra stepped out of the room and found himself in a house—a fully furnished home, not a hotel room.
He wandered around the house for a bit. Wanda soon returned, carrying a tray.
"It's ready," she announced, placing the food on the table.
Indra looked at the spread: bread, hamburgers, and hot dogs—clearly store-bought.
"Didn't we go to a hotel last night? Where are we?" Indra asked Wanda.
Blushing, she looked down and replied, "This is the house I rent."
"The hotel wasn't good enough; I couldn't cook for you there…"
Indra frowned. So, even here, it's just fast food...
He stared at the table, feeling a bit frustrated. He had been here for a while and had grown tired of the same type of food.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He turned to Wanda and said, "Can you go buy some groceries for me?"
"Sure," she responded eagerly.
"Hold on a moment, I'll make you a list…" Indra said, grabbing a pen and paper.
The room was enveloped in a haze of steam.
At first glance, one might think another smoky battle had taken place.
But in reality, Indra and the Scarlet Witch were having Barbecue.
Cooking wasn't Indra's forte, but barbecue was simple.
Little bit difficult, but convenient, and delicious.
"I've seen it before, but never tried it... It's delicious!" Wanda exclaimed, taking a bite of a panner( tofu) slice.
Due to the generous amount of spicy oil Indra had added, Wanda's lips were slightly swollen, looking like she had applied a thin layer of lipstick, making them appear even more sensual and full.
"It's just... so spicy," Wanda said, fanning her mouth with her hand.
Despite her complaint, she continued to dig into the barbecue.
Indra chuckled, "A barbecue without spice is a barbecue without a soul."
Wanda looked at him and asked, "What is this dish called?"
Her pale cheeks were now tinged with a hint of red from the heat. She grabbed a wet wipe from the table and dabbed the sweat from her forehead.
Indra patiently taught her, "This is called 'Tandor.' '"
Wanda watched his lips intently and then tried, "Tan-door?"
Indra frowned. Wow, that was way off.
He shook his head and repeated, "Tandoor."
"Tandoor?" This time, Wanda got it right. It still sounded a bit awkward, but it was close enough.
Indra nodded, "Yes, that's how you say it."
Pleased with herself, Wanda repeated, "Tandoor," and popped a piece of meat into her mouth.
After finishing the meat, she grabbed her cup and took several big gulps of water, clearly struggling with the spiciness.
Indra raised an eyebrow, watching her with amusement. "There's a trick to make it less spicy."
Intrigued, Wanda quickly asked, "What... what trick?"
Indra smiled mysteriously and beckoned her closer with a finger. "Come here."
Wanda leaned in eagerly.
Indra kissed her lips.
Wanda froze, surprised. "It really... isn't spicy anymore," she whispered.
She immediately grabbed more meat and ate it. After finishing, she pointed at her mouth, looking at Indra expectantly. "Spicy..."
Indra raised an eyebrow. She learns quickly!
At that moment, Indra noticed a flash of movement.
Suddenly, a Guy was standing across the table.
It was Wanda's brother, Pietro.
He glared at Indra and then turned his frown to Wanda.
"Is this why you're staying here?" Pietro asked, his tone sharp.
The Scarlet Witch stood up and introduced, "This is Indra. You've met him before."
Pietro's gaze shifted to Indra. Yes, he had seen this man before. He had fought Iron Man, flames engulfing his entire body during the battle. But he wasn't a mutant. If he fought Iron Man, he certainly wasn't with the Avengers either. So, who was he?
As Pietro pondered, a delicious aroma filled the air. He looked down at the table and wrinkled his nose. "What is this?"
Wanda, answered, "It's Taandoor!"
Quicksilver frowned, glancing at her. "Tan-door?"
Indra nearly choked. Clearly, the siblings shared a knack for butchering the food.
Clearing his throat, Indra corrected, "It's called Tandoor."
Wanda nodded enthusiastically and pulled Pietro closer. "Why don't you sit and join us?"
Quicksilver looked wary. The food seemed like some experimental concoction. How could he possibly eat it?
Ignoring his hesitation, Wanda picked up a piece of meat and held it to his mouth. "It's delicious! Try it!"
Reluctantly, pietro took a bite. His furrowed brow gradually relaxed. To his surprise, it was really good!
He grabbed a chair and sat down, joining Indra and Wanda.
Wanda looked at Indra and pointed to Pietro, "This is my brother. His name is Pietro."
Indra nodded in acknowledgment.
As they ate, Pietro asked Indra, "Did you make this?"
Indra nodded. "Yes, I did."
In truth, it wasn't much different from making instant noodles.
The Scarlet Witch's delighted smile and Pietro 's softened expression suggested that the meal had bridged a gap.
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