Characters:Wicked and Wanda Setting:NY late afternoon Content:Swearing is a must Summary:Wicked's a spazzy mess with bad clothes. Wanda's going to help. This can be a good thing or end with Wanda chasing Wicked screaming "Wipe that face off your head bitch!"
An Avenger, like legit she was going shopping with an Avenger. But that's not what made her nervous. What made her nervous was just as she was about to put the finishing touches on her last ditch effort to spread the word about Dazzler's concert, she was informed that she was going on a date with Pietro by none other that his twin Wanda.So naturally she freaked right the fuck out. Pietro was her friend, her attractive friend who use to be a classified as a terrorist.He made her anxious and for some reason it was always harder to lie to him. He was also light years ahead of her maturity wise. Logically there was no reason for him to be asking her out. "Maybe he had a small stroke," she said out loud to herself.
To top it off Wicked somehow decided going shopping with Wanda would be a good idea. There was no way Wicked would make a complete fool out of herself. It wasn't like she came off like a spaz during their online chat or anything.