[Requested by Chocolate-cookie33 ]

You can deal with evil aliens. You can deal with The Avengers. You can even deal with a crazy god who wants to take over the world. But what you can't deal with?

"This," You huff, an arm full of towels with no way of telling where you're walking. "Is not right."

By some miracle, you find the closet and somehow manage to get the door open with your foot. But then you get to the shelves. They're a foot too high for you to reach, and even if you tried, you'd never be able to get them up.

"Need some help?" You turn and find Wanda lingering in the doorway.

"Yes, please," The towels float into the air, landing perfectly on the rack. "Thank you."

She grins. "It was no-" the door swings inward, barley missing Wanda as she dives into the room.

"What the- hey, are you okay?"

She nods, taking your hand gratefully. "Yes, thank you."

"Good evening, ladies and uh.. enchanted ladies. No, lady and enhanced lady. Because there's only two of you. Anyways. I'm sick and tired of you both whine about each other, so here you are."

Panic slowly starts to build up as you glance around the room, eyeing the dark corners and low roof. "Please let me out."

"Nope."

"B-But I can't.." You rush to the door, jiggle the door handle, and hit the surface with an open palm. "Let me out, Tony!"

"Not going to happen."

Your throat closes up as you back away, hitting the shelf and slide down. Black spots invade your vision, Wanda's face slowly being blotted out as your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

"She has claustrophobia," Wanda leans down and takes your hand between her hands. "I know what to do!"

And then she's kissing you, your breath catching and your brain short circuiting. She pulls away, eyes wide and concerned.

"W-What.." You choke out, gulping for air as you rest your head against the shelf. "Where did you learn to do that?"

She grins. "I had gotten into a lot of the American shows and found a lovely show called Teen Wolf."

"Right," You laugh. "That werewolf show you never stop talking."

"Let's get you out of here, yes?" She helps you to your feet, not waiting for Tony to open the door and instead sends a wave of red which sends the door flying off its hinges.

"Aw, c'mon! I just fixed that door."