and i don't know how long we'll live this way

[unhexed]

So lately, the household is nothing short of 'intensely awkward', and Wanda knows people beyond the two of them - Remy and Wanda herself - have started to notice. She's not sure how to fix it, and today isn't even trying; she heads upstairs when she gets home to sleep off a headache, which fortunately alleviates pretty quickly. She's in the

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Remy is actually asleep when the alarm goes off - yes, in the middle of the day - and it's only due to years of being trained to be alert the second some klaxon goes off signaling the immediate need for whatever team he's on to assemble that he's able to wake up and get out of bed without being disoriented. The surreality of it means it takes a minute for him to remember where he is - that is not a drill or an emergency, it's just a household fire alarm.

He clunks downstairs, barefoot and shirtless and rubbing one hand through his hair and looking more annoyed than anything. He sees Wanda in her underwear and the damn wall on fire and swears before moving quickly to rummage under the sink for the fire extinguisher.

[unhexed]

Oh. She had not anticipated company - and she doesn't really have, like, any room whatsoever to get shy about her apparel, considering she used to fight crime in less fabric, so instead she focuses on the fire at hand. Since Remy is getting the fire extinguisher, she darts to the fridge to grab baking soda to pour over the blaze. It means she has to be careful not to get burned, but this is, tragically, for them, a terribly minor emergency.

[bangyoudead]

Between baking soda and the smallish fire extinguisher - just one of the on-hand kitchen things picked up at the grocery store - the fire fizzles out promptly, leaving behind a variety of unpleasant smells and a still-incessant buzzing fro the alarm.

Remy raises an eyebrow at her and twirls the fire extinguisher like some kind of cowboy before hopping up on the island to off the alarm. "You okay?"

[unhexed]

Fire extinguisher cowboy. Sure. She looks at the mess with a resigned expression, willing the adrenaline to fade away, and then turns to regard Remy over her shoulder.

"When it's cooled down a bit I'll try to see where it got started - it was probably the microwave." That isn't an answer, Wanda, but to her credit (she's improving!) she seems to realize this after a moment, and smiles, wry. "A little startled, that's all. You?"