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Y/N OPENED THE DOOR to his house and let Mr. and Mrs. Hart inside.
"Here we are!" He called out, but noticed everything was dimly lit.
"Oh!" Mrs. Hart looked around the living room, "How very atmospheric!"
"What's going on here, Y/N? You blow a fuse?" Mr. Hart asked.
Y/N could've sworn his power was paid for, or at the very least still operational.
"Pardon me while I just go and fetch the lady of the house." Y/N informed his guests and ran over to the kitchen.
Wanda, wearing a nice dress for Y/N, snuck up behind Mr. Hart and put her hands over his eyes. Because of the lack of light, she didn't know it was his boss.
"Guess who?" She seductively asked.
Y/N left kitchen and came back into the living room, flicking on the light switch and seeing what was unfolding.
"Wanda!"
She snapped her head at his direction, "Y/N?"
With a gasp, she backed away from Mr. Hart and realized her mistake.
"What's the meaning of this?" Mr. Hart asked.
"Well, what is...what is the...oh the meaning of it!" Y/N stammered, "You what to know what the meaning of it and the meaning of it is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality."
He gave a look at Wanda and she walked over to him so he can demonstrate his lie. He placed his hands over her eyes, "Guess who?"
"Is that my host behind me?" Wanda played along.
"It certainly is."
"Lovely to make your acquaintance." She turned around and shook Y/N's hand.
"Yes." He chuckled and looked at his boss, "See, I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe."
"Oh, how exotic." Mrs. Hart seemed to be buying their story, "My, my...and that dress."
Y/N looked at what Wanda was wearing, "Yes! It's...It's so...Sokovian, is what it is! Yes!"
"Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?" Wanda pulled her husband into the kitchen and let the door close behind them.
"Who are those people?" Wanda asked.
"What are you wearing?" Y/N also questioned.
"Why are they here?" Wanda tried again.
Y/N examined her dress again, starting to like it the more he looked at it, "What are you wearing?"
"It was for our anniversary!"
"Our anniversary of what?"
"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!"
Y/N started pacing around the kitchen, pointing at the closed shutters that lead to the living room.
"That man through there is my boss, Mr. Hart! And his wife, Mrs. Hart!" He then pointed at the calendar on the wall, "The heart on the calendar was an abbreviation."
"You can walk through walls and I can make a pen float through the air. Who needs to abbreviate?" Wanda was flabbergasted.
"Honey, listen, it's all romantic to do the candles, the music, that stunning outfit...I don't wanna be unappreciative, but right nowβ"
"Your boss and his wife are expecting a home-cooked meal." She finished for him.
"Exactly."
Wanda sighed as she looked over at the table beside them.
"Any chance they can go for a single chocolate-covered strawberry split three ways?"
Y/N also looked at their anniversary dish, "That was all you were going to do for tonight?"
She bit the tip of her thumb, "Well, I assumed most of our night would be spent upstairs and not out here."
He took time to process her statement, and gave a nod once he realized what she was inferring. Getting dinner with the Harts done as soon as possible would be ideal.
"I might have a better idea." Wanda added and brought him out of his thoughts. With a snap of her fingers, she changed into appropriate attire and was prepared to save the night.
Y/N crossed his arms, "Once they leave...you mind bringing that outfit back out?"
She rolled her eyes, "Go keep your boss occupied before you get fired."
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AFTER SEVERAL CLOSE CALLS and an appearance by Agnes dropping off more ingredients, Mr. Hart was starting to get a little impatient. Singing more Yakety Yak and Old MacDonald wasn't going to work.
"You know, I'm beginning to think you're not management material, L/N." He began, "You know, I had high hopes for you. But from what I've seen here tonight, you can barely keep it together. I mean, look around. There's all this chaos going on in your household. Now what are we going to eat?"
Y/N listened as he stood beside Mrs. Hart, then he heard Wanda call out from behind them, "Dinner is served."
They turned around, seeing Wanda standing beside a set table with food and utensils. Y/N smiled, she really saved that night despite the hectic-ness.
"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr. Hart raised a brow. "How very..."
"European." Mrs. Hart interrupted her husband, wanting to get on with dinner already.
"Ooh! Let's have a toast!" Y/N exclaimed as he walked over to his seat on the table, picking up a glass wine, "To my lovely and talented wife."
She also picked up a glass, "To our esteemed guests."
"Yes. Cheers." Y/N replied and clanked his glass with the three others.
They all sat at the table, beginning to eat the food. Mrs. Hart started to initiate conversation.
"So where are you two from? What brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don't you have children yet?" She asked, which got a chuckle out of Wanda.
"I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from..." Y/N tried to think back.
"Yes, we moved from..." Wanda did the same, not being able to recall.
Y/N continued, "And we were married..."
"Yes, yes, we were married in..." Wanda looked at Y/N expecting him to answer. The two genuinely didn't know.
"Well? Moved from where? Married when?" Mr. Hart asked.
"Patience, Arthur. They're setting up their story." Mrs. Hart said.
"We...Our story..." Wanda chuckled nervously.
"What exactly is your story? Honestly, why did you come here?" Mr. Hart asked again, "Why?"
Wanda and Y/N didn't answer, and were startled by the sudden banging of Mr. Hart's fist on the table.
"Damn it, why? Why did youβ" He suddenly stopped, and began to choke on his food.
"Oh, Arthur. Stop it." His wife said, practically smiling, "Stop it. Stop it."
They all just watched as Mr. Hart choked. Mrs. Hart kept chuckling.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Wanda witnessed Mr. Hart fall off his chair and groan on the floor.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
She looked at her husband, "Y/N, help him."
Y/N put down his utensils and kneeled over Mr. Hart. He used his phasing ability to stick his fingers through his neck and pull the food out of his esophagus. Mr. Hart coughed and gasped for air.
"Let me help you up. Give me your hand." Y/N said as he assisted his boss to his feet.
Mr. Hart took a few breaths then looked at his watch, "Well, would you look at the time?"
"Yes. We'd better be going." Mrs. Hart said as she got up, "We had a lovely time."
Wanda got up and gave them a confused look, but still bid farewell, "Oh, okay. Thank you for coming."
Mr. Hart turned to Y/N before walking away with his wife, "You made me proud tonight, son. First thing Monday morning, you and me are gonna have a little chat."
He shook his hand as he continued, "We'll see about that promotion."
Y/N was elated, "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
The two left the house as Wanda held the door for them. She closed it, and let out an exhale of relief. Y/N did a phew gesture as they met up at the sofa.
"We are an unusual couple, ya know?" Wanda remarked.
"Oh, I don't think that was ever in question." Y/N replied as he sat beside Wanda, putting an arm around her.
"Well, what I mean is...we don't have an anniversary...or a song...or even wedding rings."
"Well, we can fix that. Today could be our anniversary."
"Of what? Surviving our first dinner party?"
"Precisely. And for our song..."
"Yakety, Yak."
"I can get behind that." Y/N replied.
"And the rings?" Wanda asked.
Y/N held out his hand, "Well, couldn't you make some for us?"
Wanda also her hand out, and in an instant, summoned wedding rings that appeared on each of their ring fingers.
"I do." Y/N turned to Wanda, "Do you?"
"Yes. I do." Wanda smile as she looked at him. The two interlocked their fingers as they kissed.
Y/N parted from her and smirked, "How about we celebrate our anniversary like you planned?"
Wanda chuckled, remembering how her dress from before excited him.
"You're so naughty." She playfully remarked.
"I'm no such thing." Y/N jested, "You are definitely it."
The two laughed, then suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it, honey." Y/N said as he got up from the sofa and walked over to the door. He opened it, and saw a familiar looking man on the other side. He wore a suit and tie and held a briefcase.
"Can I help you?" He asked.
The man laughed, "You seem to always fall for this."
The man changed his face from a blond Caucasian man to his true form, which included magenta-colored skin and a yellow gem in his forehead.
Y/N smiled, "Vision?"
"I apologize for the early arrival, brother." The synthezoid peeked in and raised a brow, "Is that breakfast I smell?"
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