he who hesitates is toast

She'd been extremely dubious when Vision told her Sergeant Barnes and Agent Carter were going to attempt to make a pie, and more so when Vision cheerfully admitted that the Sergeant said he didn't have any experience.

"Maybe we should just check in on them," she'd suggested, and so they'd started heading in the direction of Steve's apartment. They'll just walk by, she tells herself. Maybe knock and see if the Sergeant and agent could use any help. Not that she especially wants to spend an afternoon in the kitchen with Agent Carter; Wanda has successfully managed to mostly avoid being around her too much, melting away like a street cat into the shadows when the woman comes around.

But they won't impose, she tells herself. They turn onto the hall where Steve lives – and a few steps later, are greeted by the shrill yell of a smoke alarm. "Vis!" Wanda says, sharply, and lifts herself into the air, red power in her hands, to speed toward the source of the sound.