Through the Bottom of a Glass
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any OCs.
Chapter 28: The Morning After The Night Before
11.45 AM
Wanda made several swipes at the phone resting on her nightstand before eventually picking it up. Her fingers unlocked it to answer the call from muscle memory.
"…llo…" she answered. She sounded like an eighty year-old chain smoker, recoiling at her own voice. Her accent thicker than usual.
"Whoa-hoa," the caller replied. "You sound messed up!"
Wanda knew exactly who it was. "Thank you, Peter…"
She forced herself to sit upright and braced herself as the room spun and the headache hit. Wanda heard Peter blathering on as she laboured to her feet and, using whatever support she could find, made her way to her kitchen-slash-living room. She spoke as she reached the couch.
"Can I help you with something, Peter?" she asked. Unfortunately she turned to her left to look out her window before he answered. There she saw him standing outside with his trademark grin. Wanda screamed with fright and stumbled back, hands over her mouth. Peter, on the other hand, was doubled over with laughter. When he righted himself he saw the death glare that Wanda was sending him from opposite the glass. He smirked.
"If you let me in, I'll make ya coffee."
He chuckled quietly as he heard the window slide up. He kissed Wanda as he threw a leg over the windowsill. Once Peter had both legs inside the apartment, he engulfed Wanda in a tight bear hug. Wanda allowed herself to melt into him, sliding her arms under his hoodie. Peter scooped her up, laughing and proceeded to dump her on the couch as he went to her fridge for coffee and breakfast. He made a huge pot of coffee and the greasiest eggs and bacon he could and sat on the end of couch with Wanda's legs draped over him.
After breakfast and some well-earned trashy television, Wanda's phone rang once more. The caller ID read 'Leprechaun'.
"Wanda, I have the Fear…" Jamie announced. Wanda laughed.
"Like, I remember performing…and leaving Stark Tower. But my memory fades after the godforsaken jukebox…"
Wanda sighed. "You are doing better than I, my friend. Did someone carry us to the limousine when we left the Tower?"
"Feck it…I thought the ground was further away from me than usual. Jesus, Wanda. I just keep asking myself: what did I say? What did I do?"
Wanda shook her head. "I'm eating breakfast and drinking coffee. I will deal with last night in a few years but not before then."
There was silence of the other end for a few seconds and it prompted Wanda to check and make sure she hadn't accidentally hung up on her friend, or vice- versa.
"Wanda… I've seen you hungover, you can barely make it out of bed, let alone manoeuvre a coffee pot or stove. Who just made you breakfast? I know it's not Petey- he doesn't rare his head until evening and Sharon is arguing with Bobby downstairs over whether or not it's a good idea to go to the store in her pink fluffy dressing gown. So, once again I'll ask you, who have you charmed into making you breakfast?"
Peter looked down at her with big eyes. Wanda smirked.
"You are breaking up on me, Jamie. I must end the call. I will see you later. Make good choices."
"A bit fecking late for that, don't ya think?
And with that she ended the call.
"Who was that?" Peter asked, grinning. Wanda exhaled.
"A friend. We may have overindulged last night…"
He chuckled again. "I guessed that much. By the way, I pulled some strings at Asgard FM and they agreed to advertise that concert in your school two weeks from now."
"Really?!" Wanda sat a little straighter, ignoring the pain in her head. The joyous look on her face was infectious and Peter felt his excitement levels rising as he nodded.
Wanda laughed, practically bouncing up and down. He placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her with only partial success. Eventually, she calmed and shifted herself on the couch so that she was resting her back against Peter's side, his arm draped on the back of the sofa.
2.35 PM
Maria woke up the smell of something cooking. She couldn't identify what it was as her senses were understandably stinted slight, she just knew something was cooking in the kitchen. She was slightly confused as she was reasonably certain that she had gone to bed on her own that night. however, she made an educated guess that Sam had slept on her couch. She rolled out of bed, squinting in the darkness given by her blackout curtains, and pulled on her dressing gown. Maria half-crawled out of her bedroom and into the hallway, clamping her eyes in response to the afternoon light. She opened her eyes upon reaching her kitchen.
"Oh sweet Jesus," she muttered as the light nigh on blinded her. Sam chuckled as he made two grilled cheese sandwiches. Maria noticed that he had changed to spare clothes he always kept at her place. Sam wore jeans and a black tank top.
"Hey," he greeted, his voice coarse and deep after the adventures the previous night. Maria grasped the counter top of the island and hauled herself onto a seat.
"How are you even upright?" she asked. Sam laughed as he set two sandwiches on the island and sat opposite his best friend.
"I find a run really helps with hangovers," he replied. Maria paused mid-bite to stare at him, disbelieving eyes wide.
"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam looked at her solemnly.
"Hell no. I almost threw up in the shower."
Maria thought that sounded more believable.
"If I try to run, I'll die," she proclaimed, taking a bite of her sandwich. They sat in silence as they ate. Maria made coffee and doled out aspirin after breakfast-slash-lunch. She resented the word 'brunch'. They sat at the island together, sipping coffee and chatting.
"Stark proposed last night, right? That wasn't just an alcohol induced hallucination?" Maria asked over the rim of her mug. Sam smiled.
"Yeah, he did. Now we got a Stark wedding ahead of us."
"God knows how that's gonna go," Maria replied. "At least with normal parties we know what expect. But a wedding…"
She finished her sentence with a whistle. Sam laughed at her and smiled at the mirth in her blue eyes. She hadn't bothered with tying up her hair when she woke up so it skimmed her shoulders. Maria thought she looked like someone had dragged her backwards through a hedge, Sam thought she looked pretty adorable. Though he would only tell her that if he wanted her to maim him.
"There could be circus performers waiting tables," he joked. Maria laughed.
"Black Sabbath playing at the reception," she said.
Sam chuckled. "Gymnasts on the ceiling."
"Seals in the pool."
They giggled like schoolchildren at the mental images.
Then, suddenly;
"Do you want to go together?"
It took Maria a second to register Sam's question. His tone was casual- nonchalant almost. They almost always went to functions together, with very little preparation. Why did Sam feel he had to ask her this time? And why did Maria get a little excited when he did?
"Of course," she replied. Sam gave a broad smile as he got up to put his mug in the dishwasher. He picked up his keys and made for the door, Maria followed and opened it for him.
"Cool. Well, I'm gonna head home to make sure Bucky hasn't boiled Falcon yet. I'll be back in time for Blue Bloods tonight and I'll collect my clothes then, too," Sam said.
"Okay. And Falcon is an awful name for a dog" Maria replied, leaning on her doorway.
"It's awesome! You're just jealous."
"Not likely."
Sam smiled again, prompting her to smile.
"I'll see ya later."
They each leant in to kiss the other's cheek as was customary for them, however the timing was off and their lips collided mid-air. It was barely a peck but Sam felt heat rising to his cheeks. If Maria noticed it, she did well at hiding it.
"Bye, Sam," she said as he ventured down the hall. He turned around and walked backward as he waved. Maria stayed in her doorway until the elevator doors closed between them.
7.35 PM
Peter stayed with Wanda until evening and even made dinner. When they were finished washing up, Peter decided to give Wanda some peace and quiet though she protested at first. He was actually on the fire escape when Wanda kissed him goodbye, but before he left she still had one question for him.
"Before you go, as a matter of interest, who agreed to advertise the school concert?" she asked Peter. He smiled.
"My boss. He's kind of an asshat but he was pretty cool about it when I told which high school it was. He's actually related to Thor Odinson, the famous DJ. Loki Laufeyson, ever heard of him?"
Loki Laufeyson. Of course. Wanda hoped Peter didn't noticed the colour drain from her face. She rushed him away, feeling guilty. Once she heard the sound of his feet on the fire escape steps, she slammed the window shut and drew the curtain- her mind racing.
Lying, cheating, stealing scum. That was exactly what she thought of her ex, Loki Laufeyson.
Can I be the first to say that I am terribly irresponsible? I'm sorry about the wait guys, again. I just had no inspiration for this. I hope you guys like it but I need some ideas! What/ Who do you want to see next?
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