CARSON OPENED the front door for Mr. and Mrs. Hart and walked inside, his head tilting in confusion when he noticed all the lights were off and there were multiple candles dotted around.

"Oh!" Mrs. Hart exclaimed. "How very atmospheric!"

Mr. Hart looked around. "What's going on here Carson, you blow a fuse?"

Carson scratched the back of his head. "I'll be back in a minute, let me just go and find my wife."

He headed off into the kitchen to find Wanda.

Wanda quietly walked down the stairs and moved behind Mr. Hart thinking it was Carson. She covered his eyes with her hands and giggled.

"Guess who?" Wanda asked in a seductive tone.

Carson came out the kitchen and turned on the lights, his eyes widening when he saw what was happening.

"Wanda!"

Wanda's head turned quickly over to Carson's direction and she let out a gasp. "Carson?!" Once she realised what she'd done she quickly pulled her hands away and took a few steps back, covering herself up with her hands.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Hart looked between them.

"Well, what is..." Carson blinked a few times as he looked at what Wanda was wearing. He cleared his throat and looked back at his boss. "The meaning of this, is, uh, this is the traditional Sokovian greeting."

"What?" Mr. Hart's face scrunched.

"See, look." He gave Wanda a look and she caught on, walking over to him so he could put his hands over her eyes. "Guess who?"

Wanda played along. "Is that my host behind me?"

"It sure is."

"Lovely to make your acquaintance." Wanda turned around and shook Carson's hand before shuffling over to his side.

Carson could tell she was uncomfortable and slid his arm around her in order to calm her nerves. "I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe."

"Oh, how exotic." Mrs. Hart smiled.

"We don't break bread with Bolsheviks." Mr Hart said sternly.

Wanda frowned. "Oh.. uh.."

Carson raised a brow, not liking the way he was speaking. "What did you just—" He was cut off when Wanda placed a hand on his chest to keep him back, making it look like she was leaning into his side so the others wouldn't suspect anything.

"Hush, Arthur! Have you no culture at all?" Mrs. Hart scolded him. She looked back at Wanda and smiled. "That dress is so..."

"Sokovian." Carson cut in, giving Wanda a quick once over.

"Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, dorogoy?" Wanda asked him, taking hold of his hand.

"Of course." Carson nodded, following behind Wanda.

Once he walked in, he closed the door behind him and watched as Wanda started pacing back and forth in a panic.

"Who are those people?" Wanda stood in front of him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Why are they here?"

"What are you wearing?"

Wanda stumbled on her words for a moment as she looked at Carson, her face starting to go red. She shook her head and cleared her throat before speaking up again. "Well, it's our anniversary!"

Carson's brows came together. "Anniversary of what?"

"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!" Wanda huffed and walked to the other side of the kitchen.

"That man through there is my boss, Mr. Hart! and his wife Mrs. Hart." Carson pointed at the shutters. "That's what the heart on the calendar was supposed to mean!"

"Well, I thought it was..." Wanda paused. "Oh it doesn't matter!"

"Wands listen, the candles, the music, the outfit are all amazing... but right now—"

"Your boss and his wife are expecting a home-cooked meal." Wanda finished his sentence.

He nodded. "Exactly, love."

Wanda sighed and looked over at the table. "Any chance they'd settle for a single chocolate-covered strawberry split three ways?"

Carson raised a brow. "That's what you had planned for tonight?"

"Oh, I can assure you... that's not all I had planned." Wanda looked up at him, her teeth sinking down into her bottom lip.

"You know... I could just tell them to go home." Carson walked closer. "I never really liked my job that much anyway."

"We can't send them away now." Wanda rolled her eyes.

He groaned. "Okay, okay, fine."

Wanda pointed towards the door. "Now go, go, go. Keep them occupied or something."

"I'm going, I'm going." Carson gave her a quick kiss before leaving the room.

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BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM, Carson was sat down on the couch with Mr. and Mrs. Hart. So far there had been multiple disruptions throughout the night that the newly wed couple had tried their best to hide from Carson's boss and his wife.

Agnes dropped by a few times, Wanda burned the chicken then managed to turn it back into eggs, the lobster had been thrown out the window and to top it off, Carson had to sing Old Macdonald which was probably the worst two minutes of his life.

Mr. Hart let out a huff, starting to grow more impatient by the second. "You know, I'm beginning to think you're not management material Carson. I had high hopes for you. But from what I've seen here tonight, you can barely keep it together. I mean, look around. There's all this chaos going on in your household. Now when are we going to eat?"

Carson stood up from the couch. "Are you quite done?"

"I beg your p—"

"Dinner is served." Wanda called out from behind them.

Everyone turned around to see Wanda stood by the table, smiling brightly at them all as she fiddled with her fingers. Carson let out a relieved sigh mouthing a Thank you over to Wanda.

"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr. Hart gave Wanda a questionable look. "How very..."

"European." Mrs. Hart interrupted her husband.

"How about a toast?" Carson asked as he walked over to the table. He picked up his glass and watched as the others did too once they got to the table. "To my lovely and talented wife."

Wanda smiled at him. "To our esteemed guests."

The four of them all leaned forwards and clinked their glasses together.

"Cheers." Wanda said. "Well, please, eat before it get's cold."

Everyone took their seats at the table. Carson sat down with Mr. and Mrs. Hart at either side of him and Wanda across from him.

"So," Mrs. Hart started a conversation. "Where did you two move from? Do any of your family live nearby?"

Family.

Carson's face scrunched up and he winced slightly, getting a sudden sharp pain in his head.

"Careful bud, you're gonna hurt capsicles feelings if you don't tell him how amazing his, definitely not burned, food is." An unfamiliar man's voice boomed throughout his head.

"So you want me to lie, huh?" Carson laughed.

"I told you we should've ordered take out." A woman spoke up. "This is just getting painful at this point."

Another man's voice entered the conversation. "Oh come on! It's not that bad, I can cook!"

"What brought you here?" Another question from Mrs. Hart snapped him out of it. "How long have you been married and why don't you have children yet?"

Carson glanced over at Wanda who couldn't seem to be able to form any words. "I, uh, I think what Wanda means to say is that we moved from..."

"So you're actually going to let me use my powers in this sparring session?"

"Yep." The woman told him.

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you—"

She chuckled. "I wouldn't stress about it."

Wanda nodded and cleared her throat. "Yes, we moved from..."

"And we were married..."

"Yes, yes, we were married in..."

"Well?" Mr. Hart shrugged. "Moved from where? Married when?"

"Now, patience, Arthur." Mrs. Hart told him. "They're setting up their story let them tell it."

"I'm just saying." Mr. Hart told his wife. "I think we're worthy of an explanation."

"Worthy? How could you be worthy?" A robotic voice said. "You're all killers."

"What the..." Carson mumbled under his breath, gripping the bridge of his nose.

"We... our story..." Wanda chuckled nervously while Carson took a deep breath, trying to block out the strange voices.

"Yes, what exactly is your story?" The man started up again.

Mrs. Hart rolled her eyes. "Oh, just leave the poor kids alone."

"No, really, I mean, I think it's a perfectly simple question." Mr. Hart pushed. "Why did you come here? Why?"

After receiving no response from the couple, Mr. Hart slammed his hand down on the table to grab their attention.

"Damn it, why!? Why did you—"

Mr. Hart abruptly stopped talking and his hands instantly flew up to his neck as he started to choke on his food.

"Oh, Arthur, stop it." Mrs. Hart waved him off with an eerie smile. "Stop it. Stop it."

Carson and Wanda watched with a blank expression as Mr. Hart continued to choke, his eyes wide open with pure fear.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Mrs. Hart turned her attention to Wanda and chuckled, her eyes starting to fill up with tears. And even Wanda started to get a little scared at this point. "Stop it!"

Stop it.

Stop it.

Sƚσρ ιƚ.

Mr. Hart fell off his chair and collapsed onto the floor, prying at his neck as he desperately tried to breath.

Wanda looked over at Carson, who was already looking at her. "Carson... help him."

Carson got up from his chair at Wanda's request and crouched down next to Mr. Hart. He allowed his powers to flow down his hands, his energy reaching down his throat and pulling the piece of food out.

Mr. Hart started coughing and gasped for air once the piece of food had been removed. Carson started to help him to his feet.

"Let me help you up. Give me your hand." Carson said. "Alright, steady on."

Once Mr. Hart was stood up, he looked down at his watch with a smile. As if the last thirty seconds didn't happen. "Well, would you look at the time?"

Mrs. Hart nodded. "Yes. We'd better be going."

"Well... are you both alright?" Wanda checked. She was still confused and actually a little shaken as to what just happened.

"We had such a lovely time." Mrs. Hart moved behind Wanda and covered her eyes with her hands. "This guest is leaving your home."

Wanda chuckled and turned around to face the woman, shaking her hand. "Thank you for coming." She walked Mrs. Hart over to the door.

"You made me proud tonight, son." Mr. Hart addressed Carson. "First thing Monday morning, you and me are gonna have a little chat. We'll see about that promotion."

Carson's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Great! Thank you sir."

Wanda opened the door for the couple and let them out, her eyes widening when she saw the lobster that was hanging on the front of the door.

Mr. Hart walked past and didn't seem to notice the unwanted addition but Mrs. Hart stopped and turned around to look at Wanda.

"Oh!" The older woman exclaimed. "What a charming door knocker." She gave it a little tap. "Goodnight!"

Carson and Wanda both exhaled in relief, glad that this chaotic night was finally over and they could relax. Wanda closed the door and leant against it while Carson plopped down on the couch, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling.

Wanda joined him on the couch and sat down next to him. "We are an unusual couple y'know?"

"Oh I don't think that was ever in question." Carson laughed.

"Well, what I mean is. We don't have an anniversary." Wanda told him.

"Huh." Carson pursed his lips in thought.

"Or a song." Wanda added. "Or even wedding rings."

"Well, we could fix that." Carson assured her. "Today could be our anniversary."

"Of what?" Wanda grinned. "Surviving our first dinner party?"

"Exactly." Carson slid his arm around her. "And our song could be?"

"Dream a little dream of me. Naturally." Wanda smiled.

"Your favourite song." Carson hummed.

"And the rings?"

Carson thought to himself for a moment before answering. He lifted up his free hand, untucking the chain that was underneath his shirt. He unfastened it and slid off the ring that was dangling off it and held it out to Wanda.

"Wanda Maximoff, will you marry me?" He asked her making Wanda giggle.

"Of course I will." Wanda gave him a quick peck.

Carson picked up her hand and slid the ring on her finger and Wanda watched him with a warm smile.

"It's beautiful." She looked down at it in awe, getting butterflies in her stomach. "What about yours?"

"Well, could you make one?" Carson suggested as he held his hand up.

Wanda nodded and with the wave of her hand, a wedding ring appeared on Carson's finger.

"I do." He smiled and looked at Wanda. "Do you?"

"Yes. I do." Wanda replied, taking hold of Carson's hand.

"And they lived happy ever after." Carson whispered.

They two both leaned in, kissing each other softly. Carson pulled away and placed his hand on her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against her skin. Wanda let out a quiet hum at the action and leaned into his touch.

"How about." Carson said with a smirk, his tone lowering. "You show me what you really had planned for tonight?"

Wanda's cheeks flushed and she stood up, taking hold of Carson's hand and bringing her with him.

"I'd love to."

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1. you're getting fed today

2. i kinda robbed you guys bc i was gonna carry on writing out the last scene ;) ... but i'm tired so soz

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