Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution, or any of the characters inside of it. I might own the coffee, though, if I wanted to. But just to be safe, I don't.
Silence. It was an eerie sound, if one sat for a moment and contemplated it. Silence, added to darkness, was empty.
Empty silence and darkness, to Wanda Maximoff, was bliss.
All bliss must end at some point, though this seventeen-year-old would extremely dislike anyone who decided to end her bliss.
Unfortunately, the 'anyone' this blissfull morning was the Brotherhood Boarding House for Mutants' resident amphibian, Todd 'Toad' Tolansky.
"Hello sweetums!"
And Wanda promptly hexed him into the nearest wall. It had become a knee-jerk reflex anytime she heard his voice. Therefore, the silence was broken, the darkness was lit, and the overall bliss of Wanda Maximoff was ended.
Now she needed coffee.
Muttering something incoherant (though it sounded suspiciously like a plan to kill Todd) , she stalked downstairs and reached for the nearest mug, not bothering to check the hygenic level of the object as she automatically lifted the coffee jug from the machine and poured.
Even more unfortunately, she only poured air. Glaring into the empty container, she raided the nearest cupboard for the needed substance. She found none.
Now she was angry.
Grabbing Lance's car keys from the counter, Wanda had enough sense to throw on a jacket and boots before trodding through knee-deep snow and climbing into the jeep.
After about five or ten minutes of half-sleep driving, the Scarlet Witch reached her destination. Hexing the large metal gate open, she parked by the door and stalked inside. Her memory served her well, she'd been through this place enough times to know how to get to the kitchen. Thrusting open the door and storming straight to the pot, she grabbed the nearest coffee cup and poured the steaming substance. Smiling wickedly, she took a long sip and sighed with satisfaction.
And then noticed the stares coming from around the room.
Everyone had seemed to freeze in place when Wanda entered. Jean Grey was leaning down, reading the newspaper over Scott Summers' shoulder. Kitty Pryde was reaching for the bagel that Kurt Wagner held just out of her reach. Logan frowned from the table where he held his own copy of the paper, and Ororo was pouring orange juice. Most of the New Recruits were eating cereal at the table, and Rogue was standing next to her, drinking her own cup of coffee.
"Wanda, hun, what in tha world are ya doin' here?" The Mississippi girl blinked, trying to comprehend the sight before her. There stood Wanda Maximoff--daughter of Magneto, with mismatched boots and a bad excuse for a winter coat hurriedly thrown over red silk pajamas--after bursting into the Mansion and draining this morning's supply of what Rogue had appropriately titled the drink of life.
"We were out of coffee."
Author's Note: So yeah. Just a fun little oneshot I found in my older documents. Hope you like! If you do, I'd love to hear about it… hint hint… the review button… hehe yeah.