[ wanda quietly drops into the passenger seat, pulling her door closed with a bit of a slam (sorry, sam) and buckles up. it's been a while since she's been in a car that she hasn't had to drive; a part of her feels a tad grateful she's not the driver. ]
In a way.
[ she glances over her shoulder at the warehouse and then over her other shoulder at sam. at least he's alive, if getting the rest he deserves. she wishes he was awake to break the mood with a quip, but she supposes even sam deserves a break from that.
rubbing her hands against her thighs, she glances at bucky. ]
I'm just keeping tabs on him so he doesn't surprise us. He's very angry and strong.
[ and filled with grief, but wanda doesn't say that word. it's one that she's been avoiding since westview. ]
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In a way.
[ she glances over her shoulder at the warehouse and then over her other shoulder at sam. at least he's alive, if getting the rest he deserves. she wishes he was awake to break the mood with a quip, but she supposes even sam deserves a break from that.
rubbing her hands against her thighs, she glances at bucky. ]
I'm just keeping tabs on him so he doesn't surprise us. He's very angry and strong.
[ and filled with grief, but wanda doesn't say that word. it's one that she's been avoiding since westview. ]