it feels strange to be thanked for helping when she knows from history she does anything but. though, right now isn't the time to bathe in self-hatred. wanda taps two fingers against the shield and, in a flurry of red, it warps itself into an iphone. she slips it into her back pocket—better in her pocket than in her hands where it could get lost.
she follows bucky, a step behind him. with a glance over her shoulder, walker remains slumped against the warehouse wall and sam's silver wings look pathetically damaged. she won't leave them behind; watching as her red magic wraps around them, they lift noisily up off the ground before disappearing. (she hopes she's placed them in the right hotel room.) ]
He's going to want his shield back. Did you have a plan for that?
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[ what are sort-of friends for, right?
it feels strange to be thanked for helping when she knows from history she does anything but. though, right now isn't the time to bathe in self-hatred. wanda taps two fingers against the shield and, in a flurry of red, it warps itself into an iphone. she slips it into her back pocket—better in her pocket than in her hands where it could get lost.
she follows bucky, a step behind him. with a glance over her shoulder, walker remains slumped against the warehouse wall and sam's silver wings look pathetically damaged. she won't leave them behind; watching as her red magic wraps around them, they lift noisily up off the ground before disappearing. (she hopes she's placed them in the right hotel room.) ]
He's going to want his shield back. Did you have a plan for that?