Disclaimer: "I believe when life gives you lemons you should make lemonade, then find someone whom life has given vodka and have a party." Oh yeah, and I don't own X-men evo.

Author's Note: Yes, I've finally updated. I think I should state here that I totally used the idiot's coffee wheel for Wanda's beverage choice because I know nothing about coffee.

Wanda lay sprawled across two lawn chairs, her red tank top and black pants ensemble completed by dark sunglasses. "Wanda," Pietro asked, "what are you doing?"

"Tanning, what does it look like?"

The Flash goggled at her, "You do know you're supposed to wear a bathing suit, right?"

"With all you pervs running around the house? No thank you. You'll never see me in a bathing suit- one piece or two- especially with Toad running around." She scanned the surrounding area.

"So," Pietro crossed his arms, "what do you want?"

"Coffee."

"In the afternoon," Flash questioned.

"Lord Almighty, are you going to tell me what I should be doing again, Flashbulb? What is it? Insult Wanda day? Do you want me to help you settle this or not?"

"Um..."

"Don't answer that. I want a tall no whip Cafe Mocha."

"Tall" repeated the Flash, a bit confused.

"Tall, you know, a small one."

"Oh, okay, small no whip Cafe Mocha, got it," he prepared to dash.

"Wait!" Wanda handed him a walkie-talkie.

"This isn't the same one we were supposed to fix, is it?"

No," Wanda patted the Flash on his head, " No, it's not. I ganked these off of two 9-year-olds. They'll get them back when they regain consciousness." She motioned towards the flowerbed where two boys lay prone. "They wouldn't shut up," she explained, " kept talking to each other through these things so I shut them up."

"What's this for," Flash asked.

"In case I change my mind," Wanda explained.

"Well, what am I supposed to do," Pietro pouted.

" You're going with him. Whoever gets me my coffee first wins. Remember to hold hands and look both ways when crossing the street." She waved a dismissal. The two runners shrugged before heading off.

They barely set foot in the parking lot when the walkie-talkie crackled, "Flash is right, it is, after all, the afternoon. Better switch that Cafe Mocha to decaf and iced.

"Will do," Pietro replied before rushing inside. The two lines were enormous. "Don't these people have anything better to do than drink coffee all day," he exclaimed.

"You call this better?" Flash shook his head in dismay, " you take that line, I'll take this one." After deciding that the lines were for all intensive purposes created equal Pietro agreed. Foreign tongues flowed from people's mouths as they ordered ventes, extra whip caramel Macchiatos and Cafe Lattes.

"Guys?" The walkie-talkie crackled, "you still in line?"

"Yes," Flash replied.

"Okay, because I changed my mind. I want a tall iced decaf extra whip skim caramel mocha."

"Worried you're gonna get fat if it's not skim?" A disgruntled woman in front of the Flash gave him a look.

"I'm PMSing, okay!" Wanda whined. " I'm bloating as it is, everything makes me look and feel fat! I just want my coffee!"

"Flash brought his hands up to his ears. "Too much information," he cried.

"Shut up, Flash," Pietro scolded, "that's my sister you're talking to." He grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Wanda, we didn't need to hear that. Now all these people are staring at us."

"I don't care," she snapped. "...get me a scone too."

"Did you hear that, Flash?"

"Huh? What?"

"Will do, Wanda."

Fate was unkind as the two reached the registers at the same time. "Okay," Pietro spouted off his order, " I want a tall iced decaf extra whip skim caramel mocha..." he lowered his voice, " and a scone."

"Okay sir, that's $9.57." Pietro was about to ask her how she slept at night with prices that high when Flash stopped his quarrel with his own cashier over weather he wanted a small or a tall. " Why is your order so expensive," Flash asked, a bit suspicious.

"I, uh, bought a scone for myself."

"Oh, okay," he turned back to the cashier, "a small..."

"Sir, a small is a tall, that's what I've been trying to tell you."

"Oh, okay, that's it then."

"Could they make coffee any slower," Pietro complained as he dashed out the door, Flash right on his heels.

When they returned Wanda was arguing with the once unconscious children. "You'll get your walkie-talkie in a minute. Where's my coffee?" she yelled.

Right here!" Flash offered the beverage.

"Where's the scone?'

"The what?"

"The scone. I distinctly remember ordering a scone."

"Here, Wanda, Pietro offered his own identical beverage and a small bag with a smile.

"Oh, Pietro, you finally did something right..." her lower lip quivered. "I'm so happy I could cry."

"Well, do it after we're gone, okay?" Pietro grabbed his counterpart, "Come on, Flash."