It's not something Wanda usually notices about people, even though she does often stay quiet in corners and watch to see if anyone has as many physical weaknesses as they do mental and emotional, she knows it's a very normal thought that many others have had about other people. There's nothing to noting something about someone else. It's merely a fact: he has a nice neck.
"I don't think they're cursed." She knows; none of them hums with any type of magic. They're regular books filled with regular things and some with a lot of dust. "I think you are being too hard on yourself."
Wanda sighs and tugs out a chair, sitting her knees on it. Looking at the books he has splayed out, she doesn't think he's going to find what he needs in them. The Avengers never really researched the big bad that they were facing… not that she thinks there was any ever time. She's tried to find texts on Thanos, to see if there was ever a hint that they missed that the Great Titan was always destined to destroy half the planet. The Avengers aren't practised like Strange is. They run into danger and tumble out of it, mostly bruised.
She leans her arm against the back of the chair and rests her cheek in the palm of her hand. Looking at his neck again, she sighs.
"Do you know what's best for research? Taking a break. Your eyes may be grateful for it. I hear the books may enjoy it, too."
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It's not something Wanda usually notices about people, even though she does often stay quiet in corners and watch to see if anyone has as many physical weaknesses as they do mental and emotional, she knows it's a very normal thought that many others have had about other people. There's nothing to noting something about someone else. It's merely a fact: he has a nice neck.
"I don't think they're cursed." She knows; none of them hums with any type of magic. They're regular books filled with regular things and some with a lot of dust. "I think you are being too hard on yourself."
Wanda sighs and tugs out a chair, sitting her knees on it. Looking at the books he has splayed out, she doesn't think he's going to find what he needs in them. The Avengers never really researched the big bad that they were facing… not that she thinks there was any ever time. She's tried to find texts on Thanos, to see if there was ever a hint that they missed that the Great Titan was always destined to destroy half the planet. The Avengers aren't practised like Strange is. They run into danger and tumble out of it, mostly bruised.
She leans her arm against the back of the chair and rests her cheek in the palm of her hand. Looking at his neck again, she sighs.
"Do you know what's best for research? Taking a break. Your eyes may be grateful for it. I hear the books may enjoy it, too."