Wanda Maximoff bit her lips softly as she minced the carrots on the cutting board. Cooking was relaxing, or at least it was supposed to be enjoyable, for her,usually. Never chop mad, her mother used to tell her, but this time Wanda ignored the advice. The anger wasn't really anyone's fault, which only annoyed her more. Just a bad week, topping it all off with a sexual frustration and annoyance as past actions over the course of a few weeks, Yes, she was mad, tired, and annoyed. Wanda practically slammed the knife into the board, but managed to refrain simply scooping some fresh carrots into a large boiling pot sizzling against the stove top. She had only a black tank top that clung to her chest along with navy shorts that barely reached her…