Wanda enjoyed cooking. She used to cook for her brother and had found creative ways to make their food last longer. Her mother had taught her how cook. She was seven or eight when those lessons started and they were one of the few memories about her mother that she still had. She remembered less about her father, sometimes a face rose to mind but it was over a decade ago now and with time, memories fade.

She was standing next to a small pot, the wood within the stove burning like hot coals. The knife in her hand rocked against the cutting board as she dropped different items into the stew. Soup was very common through the winter, this soup was thicker than usual, a creamy potato base, filled with what meat could be spared from their limited stores.

Wanda hadn't known when Clint arrived. He had an annoying habit of walking lightly and without her powers she couldn't sense his presence. A frown was pulled firmly across her lips as her knife echoed with each chop.

"I'm cooking." She knew what he meant, he didn't have to explain but she didn't want to admit her weakness. Silence settled between them, it was obvious that she wanted to say more but the words turned to ash in her mouth. She finished cutting what was in front of her before dropping it into the thick soup.

Wanda didn't look up at Clint but when she spoke her voice was low and thick. "My powers are completely gone."