<div class="floatleft">(https://medias.spotern.com/wanted/w640/45/45811-1556391756.jpg)</div>Carol walked in the kitchen, sleep-walked to be more precise, it was far too early in the morning for anything, but old habbits died hard. In the Air Force they were forced to be early risers, the Kree too, but now when she was free of all that, she could sleep all she wanted. At least that was what she thought, but the force of habbit was far stronger and had other plans.<br/><br/>She frowned at Wanda and Bobby, how could they get up so early and be jovial about it!? Carol raised a hand to prevent any of them to talk to her before she could get some coffee. Not everyone liked her, she was too smug, it came with the powers, but she did not care. There were enough people who were her friends.<br/><br/>Captain Marvel did not have any prejudice towards Scarlet Witch. She was not there when the Ultron business happened and did not want to judge her, nor her brother. Besides she felt some sympathy for the girl, Carol too was a victim of people who lied and used her. So kudos for the Sokovian for breaking those chains.<br/><br/>But first... coffee, then some breakfast. Her powers came with a fast metabolism so she could eat as much as Thor, and drink too. The Asgardian was one of the few friends... well frenemies, given their adversarial relationship and his casual misogyny.<br/><br/>She poured the steaming black liquid in a cup. Took a sip. "That's one fine cup of coffee..." quoting that show from the 90s, Twin Peaks. She was still stuck in that period to the amusement of the her teammates, but that was their problem. "Does anyone want pancakes?" she asked the duo.