"I don't think you'll have to, sweetheart," Wanda said from the partially open doorway. Her hands were full with a drink holder full of Starbucks cups and in the hallway behind her stood their couch. "I'll go back down for the rest in a moment. I think I rather frightened the people on the street." She shrugged off her purse and, after a glance around, hung it on a coat closet doorknob before she moved into the rest of the room to hand off the drinks. "Your chai, darling," she gave a cup to Pietro and then turned to Wicked. "And your caramel mocha." That went to Wicked and Wanda took a sip from her own before she turned back to the couch. She held out a hand and a red light surrounded her fingers and the couch, which then levitated and floated lazily into the living room with relative ease, only bumping the wall a few times on its way inside.