Bucky groaned as the alarm went off. Steve slammed the snooze button.

"Five more minutes," Steve groaned.

"How about an hour?" Bucky replied.

"Of course not, we still have things to do."

Bucky rolled his eyes before shutting them again. Five minutes went by far too quickly. "I hate that da** thing," He growled.

"C'mon, don't forget that we now have parental responsibilities."

Bucky sighed. "I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that scientists found out that teenagers are high wired to stay up late and sleep in. We have a teenager. Let's use that to our advantage. Especially cuz she's got jet lag."

"Bucky!" Steve scolded.

"Fine, fine. I'm up, I'm up!" He climbed out of the bed. They quickly got dressed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

Bucky stared at the pot, watching the coffee fill it far too slowly for his liking. When it was finally full, he filled a mug and started drinking.

Steve got a mug to, sipping as he got food out of the fridge for breakfast. "Crap. I know Wanda's Jewish, but is she kosher?"

Bucky shrugged. "I don't know. You know the orphanage was never clear on details like that. Even if they important details. We still don't know how Pietro died."

"I'm sure Wanda does. We'll ask her eventually. But yeah, we're lucky that we were even told that they were mutants."

"Didn't tell us what they could do."

"No, but we'll find out soon enough, I'm sure. And again, is she kosher, da**it?! I don't want to wake her up."

"I'll go ask her and then let her go back to sleep until breakfast is ready."

"Thanks, babe."

Bucky went to Wanda's door, gently knocking before he opened it. The room was dark, and Wanda was sound asleep on the bed. He walked over. "Wanda, doll. I need you to wake up for a second." He gently shook her.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Čo? What?"

"I'm sorry for waking up, you can go right back to sleep in a second, but Steve wanted me to ask you something."

"What?"

"He wants to know if you're kosher."

"Not really. Technically, yes. But I could rarely keep it at the orphanage, so I'll eat whatever." She yawned.

Bucky nodded. "Alright, then. Go on back to sleep." He left the room, gently shutting the door behind him. He told Steve what Wanda had told him.

"Got it," Steve said. "But that back in the fridge, we'll have turkey bacon."

Bucky nodded, putting the pork bacon back in the fridge. He started on the bacon, and Steve starting cooking the eggs and some canned biscuits (as in... rolls? I dunno what you people call biscuits anywhere else, all I know is you're weird and call cookies biscuits. Google says scones. That's weird. Scones are something else. But I'm gonna ignore that before I fall into a pit of "what are those called?".)

Once breakfast was finished cooking, Steve shooed Bucky away to go wake up their daughter. He went through the whole wake-up process again. "C'mon, doll. It's time for breakfast."

Wanda groaned and rolled over.

Bucky gently grabbed her shoulders and sat her up. "Time to eat, sleepyhead."

"I'm not hungry," Wanda whined, rubbing her eyes.

"Come eat anyway, honey. C'mon." He got her to her feet and lead her to the kitchen.

She sat down in a chair, her head in her hands. Bucky passed her the mug of tea Steve had made for her. She sipped it.

Steve put a plate in front of her. She smiled. The food looked delicious. "Thank you," She said.

"You're welcome, honey."

They ate their breakfast. Wanda, against her better judgement, had seconds along with Steve and Bucky. It was just so GOOD. But it didn't take her body long to remind her not to be greedy with rich foods. Her stomach started to church, and she rushed to the bathroom before puking up the majority of her breakfast.

Steve and Bucky were kneeling beside her.

"You ok?" Steve asked. He was worried about her. Really worried.

"Yeah, I just ate too much. I'm not used to eating so much rich food at once."

"You think you'll be able to stomach a another biscuit, so you won't be hungry?"

'Biscuit? čo to sa**a je?' (What the h*** is that?) She thought, before realizing that the meant the bread. "I think I will," She said. "After I get the taste of zvracať (vomit) out of my mouth."

While that was not a word Steve had ever heard before, it didn't take much for him to figure out what it meant. "Alright, sweetheart. You want us to leave you alone?"

Wanda nodded.

"Alright," Bucky said.

Bucky and Steve exited the bathroom. "If I had known that it would make her sick, I wouldn't have let her get seconds," Steve said guiltily.

"IF you had known," Bucky said sternly. "Which you didn't. She ate it, she WANTED it. She didn't give us any idea that it would upset her stomach like that. And it was only seconds. Who gets nauseous after seconds?

"And she knew it would, she said so. And I'm not mad at her, of course. She was hungry, and wanted to eat. That's normal. She ignored the known fact it would make her nauseous, because she was still hungry. We'll give her some food she can stomach for now, and ease richer foods in. It's alright, Steve."

"I know. I still feel bad. Not just about me letting her eat, but about the fact couldn't stomach SECONDS. How malnourished IS she?"

"I don't know, Babe. But she has a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll find out then."

"I guess we will. Let's go clean up, and get ready for the mall."

"Sounds good."

They cleaned up the table and washed the dishes. They went to Wanda's room and knocked on the door. "Wandie?" Bucky asked. "You need to get dressed! We're about to head to the mall!"

"Ok!" She called back.

The couple went to their room, getting dressed and ready for the day. Bucky grabbed a t-shirt, looking over at his boyfriend, admiring his physique.

Steve laughed. "Enjoying the view?"

"Nah, just wondering how on earth you used to be so freaking scrawny." He put his shirt on, Steve doing the same.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Buck."

They left the room. Bucky knocked on Wanda's door again. "You ready?"

"Yeah!" She walked out of the room in a red and white dress and black combat boots. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail.

"Let's go," Steve said.