Eva froze as Wanda Maximoff walked through the shop door- she knew her via acquaintance, of course, but that didn't stop her from being incredibly intimidating.
"Morning," she managed to say.
"Just my usual," said Wanda, accent licking at her words. And, as an afterthought- "please."
"Sure thing." Eva worked as quickly as she could, and swore as she knocked over a milk bottle with her elbow- a shot of red light dashed over her shoulder and caught it before it fell to the floor. Eva flinched back and turned to stare at her customer, whose hand was extended.
"Thanks," she mumbled, as the bottle floated back up onto the side.
"No problem." Wanda cocked her head to one side, her lip curling slightly. "You are… scared of me?"
"Little bit," Eva admitted. "You and Romanoff get the honour of being the two people in this world I would run away from."
"Why?" Wanda asked. "Why not the other Avengers? They are dangerous too."
"Yeah, but I've seen girls fight. Been in a few cat scraps myself, actually. They're bad enough, but superpowered ninja girl fighters? No, thank you. I want to keep my eyeballs intact."
Wanda laughed shortly. "Very wise."
"I have my moments. Also, you're both intimidatingly hot, which is both threatening and… kind of a turn on, actually." She swapped the coffee cup for the money Wanda handed her.
"I won't tell Wilson you said that."
"I doubt he'd be upset by it."
"You've been in fights?" she asked, and Eva shrugged.
"Who hasn't? Although they were less beating up the bad guy, and more trying to pull some bitch's hair out because she covered my locker in graffiti."
"Now that is something in American culture I understand," said Wanda.
"Indeed. Have a nice day, scary red magic lady."
"You too, coffee girl."
A/N AAANNNND bonus chapter because the last one was late and short.