( wanda is fully aware that he's staring at her, but maybe that's just how he isβwho he is. she's not distracted by it; not as much as she is by the way that guilt festers a little bit at the slightest possibility that his injured knee (even if not a big deal in the grand scheme of things) is her fault. wanda could have, after all, just collected her kids with her powers.
eyes flicker up at him momentarily. )
You're loud about it.
( not in the way he might think, but wanda doesn't let him ponder upon that thought long enough to think about. instead, she figures that she still owes him, since his trousers are ruined and he's got a bit of an injury. if he were to notice anything beyond her face, though, he'd notice the light burnt mark around her neck and the bandages peeking from under her sleeves at her wrists.
which makes sense in tandem with what she says next. )
I put together a small first-aid kit. I can try to fix your pants, too.
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eyes flicker up at him momentarily. )
You're loud about it.
( not in the way he might think, but wanda doesn't let him ponder upon that thought long enough to think about. instead, she figures that she still owes him, since his trousers are ruined and he's got a bit of an injury. if he were to notice anything beyond her face, though, he'd notice the light burnt mark around her neck and the bandages peeking from under her sleeves at her wrists.
which makes sense in tandem with what she says next. )
I put together a small first-aid kit. I can try to fix your pants, too.