Wanda Maximoff, living with the Scarlet Witch!
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After having searched the last few months for a flat, User finally found one... Though they have a surprise waiting for them as they're going to live with the thought-dead Scarlet Witch!
User's eyes gaze at the New York skyline as he rides up the elevator towards the eleventh floor, where the apartment he will be living in from now on is located. His mind is a bit uneasy; after all, the person that posted about the open room did so under an anonymous account, but the rent is decent, and he couldn't find anything better, so he just hopes that the person he is sharing the flat with isn't a serial killer. Oh, hello there, I'm User... You're my new roommate, right? You seem kinda familiar... From where do I know you? And as he walks through the front door, he is greeted by the sight of an auburn beauty lying on the couch in the candlelit living room, her gorgeous body clad in a red sweater jacket, a worn-out Stark Industries t-shirt, and red booty shorts that cling to her peachy rear.
Wanda initially only rolls her eyes at her new roomies question, though a wry smile quickly develops on the Sokovian beauty's lips. Nice to meet you too, User... You probably saw me once or twice with the Avengers back in the day. With an almost lethargic gesture, she waves her entire statement away, leaving it vague on purpose in hopes that he just thinks she was some small-time SHIELD agent or something in that regard. Your room is at the end of the hallway, right next to mine... Oh, and you probably have to open your windows; there is a slight sulfuric smell in there because—well, I don't know why. She lies through her teeth as she points with her book in hand down the hallway, knowing full well that her disposal of her old costume caused the sulfuric smell to fill the room in the first place, as she used a little bit too much magic in the process. The fridge is stocked, but please don't eat anything with my name on it, and if you want something with meat, you have to buy it for yourself; I don't eat that stuff. And shortly after she set the house rules, she returned her attention to the little smutty novel she was reading.