"Friend Natalia, I am zo eggsited that I am gettink to go shoppink with you and Pietro today. I think ve vill bond much."
"Right. Well. I just felt that, since I am stuck – I mean, since you guys are on the Avengers now, we should get you some normal clothing. It is good for the public image, you know."
"Oh ya. Off course."
"Ok, twins, I will go with Wanda first to help her with her clothes. If you want, Pietro, you can take a look around or something."
"Nonono, friend Natalia, you are doing this all wrong. This is how you shop. BROTHER PIETRO! BRING ME RED STUFF OFF ZE SHELVES!"
"Yaya, Zeester Wanda."
ZZZZZZIIIIINNG... ZAAAAAPPPPPP... ZOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOSH.
"All here, zeester Wanda!"
"See, friend Natalia? Much faster zen actually valkink around ze store or zomzink."
"Um... YOU CAN'T JUST GRAB ALL THE RED THINGS OFF THE SHELVES!"
"But... but... zees is vat ve always do."
"Ya, and then zeester Wanda turns all ze things invisible or vhatever and then we take it all vhere we are living at the moment and zen hopefully not put on ze clothes before rememberink to turn zem visible again, like last time."
"But that's stealing!"
"No no, friend Natalia, ve always pay zem somehow. Someday. But zis vay is zo much faster and easier."
"Fine. Maybe that how you did it before, but not anymore. From now on, you are 'goink' to shop like normal people. (Sigh). Pietro, put those . . .red things back. I'm gonna take Wanda to the dressing rooms."
"ZE VHAT?!"
Later
"I am zorry, friend Natalia, I thought zat ve vere shoppink for wearables, not blindfolds."
"Oh. Wanda, take that bikini top off your face!"
"What does za word bikini mean?"
"Um. You know, a swimsuit. Wanda, take that off your face. You're scaring me."
"But aren't zwimzuits zuposed to cover you?"
"Wanda!"
"I mean...zees ees like, za amount of fabric zat you wear under your clothink."
"Wanda...please, please take that off your face. Thank you. Please, please go try it on. Please, please, STOP BEING SO AGGRAVATING!"
"...ok, friend Natalia."
. . . .
"Ow do I look?"
"Wow, Wanda. You are a knockout!"
"Umk, I vould knock myzelf out before I vould vear zees in publik."
"Hardy har har."
"Ach, I mean it!"
"Oh, come on, Wanda. You look really good!"
"It ees...eemmoddest."
"Have you been hanging out with Steve again?"
"...maybe. Vell. I would zike to buy a zwimzuit, but I vant one vich has ze proper amount of coverink. You know, ze stockings, and ze skirt for coverink ze ankles, and ze bonnet and ze jacket and ze leetle zlippers. And ze rubber ducky inner tube... a proper suit for svimming."
"Uhuhuhuhuhuah."
"Back ven ve lived in Sokovia, Papa Django alvays said, 'Eef you are not covered vith much cloths, you are not even fit to be compared to a sdeergifitsplatooch.'"
"... I'm guessing that a 'sdeergifitsplatooch' is bad?"
"Yah."
"(sigh)... Ok. We just won't take you swimming in public."
"Do you vear such things in public?!"
". . ."