Wanda looks quietly pleased and reaches down for a large stainless steel bowl. "Cherries, next," she says, and measures out about two pounds before giving them to Bucky. "Sergeant, will you wash these, please?"

Sharon holds up her hands, wry. "Have any special tricks for pitting them?" she asks. "I looked like I lost a fight with a bottle of food coloring last time."

Wanda smiles, a little shyly, and opens her hand, red power glowing in her palm. "I think we can cheat a little."