FADE IN:

EXT. WESTVIEW SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

The camera pans over a picturesque suburban neighborhood filled with colorful houses and white picket fences. As we move closer, we see that each house has its own unique superhero sigil displayed on the front lawn.

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INT. WANDA'S BEDROOM - DAY

Wanda Maximoff, now middle-aged, groggily wakes up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. She reaches for it and squints at the screen.

WANDA: (grumbling) Ugh, another year older. Why can't birthdays just stop after 29?

She opens her messages and sees a flood of birthday wishes from her superhero friends. But as she tries to read them, stretching her arms and squinting as she does so, she realizes that her eyesight has declined.

WANDA: (screaming) Nooooooooo!!

Wanda's screams echoes all over the neighborhood, and we see a shot of her neighbours looking on with confusion with cameos from older versions of characters like Natasha Romanoff, Jennifer Walters, Carol Danvers, etc.

CUT TO: Title cards and the opening theme.

FADE IN:

INT. WANDA'S KITCHEN - DAY

Wanda's adopted daughter, America Chavez, enters the kitchen, holding a tray with a plate of freshly made pancakes and a glass of orange juice.

Wanda, meanwhile, is sitting at the breakfast table, reluctantly wearing bifocals as she peruses the Darkhold for a spell, clutching a bowl of cereal box in her arms and intently reading as she chows down on the cereal in her bowl.

AMERICA: (smirking) Happy birthday, Mom! Ha, I see you finally got your wish and turned into a bifocal-wearing, cardigan-loving suburban mom.

WANDA: (rolling her eyes and letting slip her Sokovian accent a bit) Don't remind me. I miss my Avenger days.

AMERICA: (teasing) Yeah, because fighting world-ending threats is so much better than relishing a fresh breakfast made by your daughter.

Wanda grins and takes a sip of her orange juice, and slices her pancake.

WANDA: (kissing America's cheek) THIS IS INCREDIBLE, SWEETIE!

AMERICA: Best pancakes in the neighbourhood, you betcha!

WANDA: (mock-serious) You know, back in my day, we didn't have all these fancy superhero neighborhoods. We just had a secret base and a lot of spandex.

AMERICA: (grinning) And now you have a secret base disguised as a potting shed and a lot of gossip about the neighbor's powers.

WANDA: (laughing) Hey, you have to stay informed in this neighborhood. You never know when someone's powers might go haywire.

As they chat and eat breakfast, America raises her brow and asks Wanda just what is it that she's looking for in the Darkhold.

AMERICA: (jokingly) If you're having trouble with your magic, maybe you should start practicing your card tricks instead.

WANDA: (mock-serious) Watch it, young lady. I may be, um, seasoned, but I still have the best mom burns and roasts in the business.

AMERICA: Seasoned? I believe the word you're looking for is ol-

Wanda shoots her a deathstare.

AMERICA: (continues anyway) -d. Old. There, I said it.

WANDA: Sweetie, I love you, but does your mouth start driving before your brain can even enter the car?

AMERICA: (smirking) Well, at least I still have my license, mom.

Wanda fake-pretends to be hurt, clutching her heart as if she just took an arrow to her heart, right before the mom-daughter duo break into laughter.

They continue to banter and bond over breakfast, and just as they're done, America asks her if she's ready for her birthday surprises.

WANDA: (surprised) Surprises? What kind of surprises?

AMERICA: (teasingly) Just gonna take you for an appointment with the optometrist!

WANDA: Pfft...

AMERICA: Just kidding, mom! Besides if I told you, they wouldn't be surprises.

WANDA: (smiling) Fair enough. I'm game for anything you have planned. No optometrists though. Let me live in denial for a bit.

AMERICA: (smirking) Didn't you accidentally create a Hex the last time you were in denial though?

WANDA: (shushing her daughter with a finger) We don't talk about, hun.

(stares directly at the camera) Besides, no one got hurt. Well, mostly no one.

As they continue their chatting, Wanda notices that America keeps glancing at her phone.

AMERICA: (mutters to herself) Gah, Aunt Nat's gonna kill me...

WANDA: (curiously) What are you looking at?

AMERICA: (slyly) Ah, nothing! Just some last-minute arrangements for your birthday.

Wanda leans over and gives America a playful nudge.

WANDA: (lovingly) You're the best gift I could have ever gotten, ya know!

AMERICA: (grinning) That's because I'm the coolest superhero daughter in the world.

Wanda smiles fondly at her daughter and wraps an arm around her.

FADE OUT.