[ she lifts her hand up, feeling a little sheepish. after ghosting him for so long, it seems only right—and a little comical, she supposes—that she'd be here, saving his ass just in the nick of time. ]

Hi, Sam.

[ at least he's alive. wanda's not entirely sure what she'd have done if he was dead. another person gone. that side of the column is growing bigger and bigger with all of its tally marks. but he just looks beaten up, like he's been thrown down a couple of rocks along a cliffside. better bruised and bloodied than the alternative.

with a glance over her shoulder, she compels the onlookers to find their daily tasks of walking away to be of more interest. the last thing she wants is for them to follow them. ]

You should probably get in the car before anyone asks any questions. And buckle up, too. Safety first.

[ she smiles brightly at sam before lifting her gaze to bucky. with a cock of her head, she gestures for them to get in the car.

then quietly, ] Walker's waking up.