"Wanda, I need your help!" Peter burst through her room to see her lying on her bed, painting her nails a deep red with black designs. She smiled and waggled all of her dried fingers at the boy and began to sit up, carefully moving the polishes and vinyls as to not dent the drying polish on her other hand.

    "What can I do for you?" Her Sokovian accent still thick despite the lengthy time she had spent in New York. Peter sighed and handed her a flyer, a yellow piece of paper with a green border. It read BAKE SALE in bold at the top. It was all Wanda had to read before a large grin grew on her face. "You need help?"

   Peter nodded glumly, it was no secret that he didn't have the faintest clue when it came to baking while Wanda was the self proclaimed 'Queen of Cooking'. If anyone could help Peter, it was her. Wanda blew gently on her nails as Peter shifted nervously from foot to foot.

    "Alright," she suddenly exclaimed and clapped her hands together. She was convinced her nails were dry by now. "I have nothing else better to do, little brother. I shall see you to the kitchen in ten minutes. Until then-" she made a shoo motion with her hand and Peter smiled at his (not really) big sister. He thanked her and left the room, making sure to shut the door as he hated it when others didn't do the same to him.

    Wanda unclasped her hair from the very messy bun that was piled on top of her head and changed it to a loose ponytail that rested in the back section of her head. She then slipped on a pair of socks and riffled through one of the many drawers. Finally pulling out a box, she selected her favourite cupcake recipes and headed down to the kitchen.

     While waiting for Peter, she dug out all of the necessary ingredients for the cupcakes, taking out the measuring bowls and weighing scales and extracting the wooden spoons. Peter soon came down wearing an old shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants. It was a smart decision as Wanda wasn't quite sure on how dirty he would get. It didn't help that they didn't own any aprons.

    She smiled and greeted him with a friendly hello and another wave of her fingers. He walked over to her with a nervous smirk and stared blankly at the necessities in front of him.

    "So...." He trailed off. "What kind of food are we making?" He noticed a laminated recipe taped to the counter top. SOKORED CUPCAKES WITH SOKORED DRIZZLE AND PUFFY ICING. Peter wasn't too sure what 'Sokored cupcakes' were - or anything else on that recipe was for that matter. He guessed that icing was a decorative twist for cupcakes yet he still remained confused.

    "My favourite. They're cupcakes that I created back in Sokolvia. They taste really good but I'm still working on a name." Wanda told him. "Step one. Mix all dry ingredients." They sped through the list, and a dozen cupcakes were made almost instantly. They soon decided that twelve cupcakes weren't merely enough for the entire school so they set to work again, making dozens after dozens.

    "Right," Wanda eventually said. She picked up all of the messy bowls and dumped them in the sink. "I think that's enough. One hundred and forty four cupcakes." She turned to Peter with a mischievous smirk. "Let's eat the forty four."

    Which is exactly what they did. Peter ate twenty two and so did Wanda. They couldn't seem to stop, the icing was a perfect ratio to the cupcakes and the drizzle left a unique aftertaste. They truly were the best cupcakes Peter had ever had. They didn't have to worry about gaining weight either, all of the exercise that they did was enough to fight off the fat.

    But then, the sugar kicked in. Peter suddenly became a giggling mess (shut up, peter does giggle) and Wanda laughed at nothing. Jumping from the ceiling to the floor didn't seem to tire the web-slinger out as that's what he did for ten long minutes. He then started to run along the ceiling into another room, shouting 'fuck your chicken strips' as he went.

     Tony nearly had a heart attack when he spotted his son doing the Macarena while also doing the moonwalk on the wall. How he managed that was unknown. Tony - being the Dad that he is - could instantly tell something was wrong. When Peter fell flat on his face, he didn't weakly raise a thumb and claim he was okay, he just jumped up which resulted in him banging his head on a nearby table.

     "Peter?" Tony raised his brow. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Peter didn't reply, only giggled and backflipped back to the ceiling. "Oh my god, you found my liquor cabinet-kid I told you that thing was off limits!" Tony grabbed the kid by his arm that had dangled down and pulled the kid closer to him. He sniffed his breath, however he only detected a very strong scent of sugar. He groaned loudly, realising that the kid was on a sugar high.

      The worst thing about being on a sugar high is that you have to deal with their annoying behaviour until they simply wore themselves out and collapse into a heavy sleep.  It took nine hours for the sugar to wear off in Peter's system, Tony suspected the enhanced abilities caused it to take longer.

     It was a long night.

Yeesh. Sorry guys. Yall seemed to hate the previous chapter.

Sorry again for this chapter being short. I have a lot of requests coming in. It's hard to keep up but imma stop typing cuz no one cares 😂😂