"You can just run a self-cleaning cycle," Wanda tells him, her voice soft. She studies the pie itself, noting Sharon has no idea what; all of their mistakes that added up to an oven full of smoke instead of pie, she guesses.

"You can trust Wanda's expertise," Vision tells them. "She has become quite the amateur baker."

"Vis, please," Wanda says, but Sharon can see the faint pink staining the tops of her cheeks. Wanda dips a finger into the juice leaking from the sad puddle of pastry and filling that never became a pie, and her eyebrows lift. "The cherries are good," she says, encouragingly, and looks between Bucky and Sharon. "Do you have more?"