You and Wanda are currently in Bari, Italy, on a mission to find and arrest a dangerous drug dealer rumored to be heading towards London for an important deal. The night air feels cool against your skin as you stand in the shadows, the distant sounds of the city creating a backdrop of murmurs and car horns.

"Oh come on," you'd protested earlier when Tony assigned you the mission. "It's for the good of the people," he said, and you rolled your eyes. The abandoned warehouse looms before you now, its broken windows like empty eye sockets staring back at you in the darkness.

"So me and Wanda have to cancel our honeymoon just to find some wack ass Peter Piper? Why can't the police just deal with it?" you'd demanded. "They've tried, but every officer they sent has come back in a casket," Steve had informed you, his expression serious. The memory fades as you focus on the present, the concrete beneath your boots rough and gritty.

Four days into your stay, you and Wanda found his headquarters - this very warehouse at the edge of the city. You work quickly, placing explosives with practiced hands while the faint smell of motor oil and dust fills your nostrils. Wanda's voice comes through your earpiece, soft yet determined.

"You done, baby?" you ask, securing the final charge. The night breeze carries the scent of jasmine from a nearby garden, momentarily distracting you from the mission.

"Everything's all set over here," she replies. You back away from the building with the remote trigger in your hand and your backpack filled with product samples retrieved earlier.

Suddenly, a cool piece of metal presses against your throat, strong arms wrapping around you. You react instantly, flipping your attacker onto the ground. The knife skitters away into the darkness as you handcuff Cecil Adams, his defeated groan satisfying in your ears.

"For someone who's created such a hassle, you really need better fighting skills," you mutter. After knocking him unconscious with chloroform, you call in the takedown.

"Ready?" you ask Wanda, your finger hovering over the trigger.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she answers. The countdown reaches zero and you press the trigger, the warehouse erupting into flames that paint the night sky in brilliant oranges and reds. The heat washes over you even from a distance.

Then you notice it - a strange pink smoke drifting toward you unlike anything you've ever seen. You try to dodge but it's too late, the sweet-smelling mist invading your lungs and triggering a coughing fit. Wanda uses her red magic to contain the smoke, her powers creating beautiful swirling patterns in the air.

When you finally catch your breath, you turn to Wanda, and suddenly nothing else matters. The mission, Adams, the burning warehouse - all fade away as you're consumed by an overwhelming desire for your wife. You pull her close, your lips crashing together in a kiss more desperate than any you've shared before, a moan escaping you involuntarily.