( wanda has seen strange in her time, and while she hasn't been able to properly glance at the men (?) on the side of the road as she wipes out, this she doesn't quite expect. the first man, with warm golden eyes, comes to her aid, and wanda can just about try to scrape out from under her motorcycle. it's when the other one comes over, though, and holds up the motorcycle like it weighs nothing at all, that wanda gapes, eyes wideβ
she's skittish, unsurprisingly, so at least that means that she's quick kicking onto the gravel to push herself away from her motorcycle.
and thus, from the tall β creature? cyborg?
but wanda doesn't feel anything inherently bad about any of them, much less viktor, even if poking through his(?) mind is so convoluted it makes wanda draw back immediately. she blinks several times, avoidant of the bruises and scrapes and cuts she may have gotten from her fall and subsequent removal away from her bike, and stares, instead.
finally, she glances at the man with the golden eyes. )
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she's skittish, unsurprisingly, so at least that means that she's quick kicking onto the gravel to push herself away from her motorcycle.
and thus, from the tall β creature? cyborg?
but wanda doesn't feel anything inherently bad about any of them, much less viktor, even if poking through his(?) mind is so convoluted it makes wanda draw back immediately. she blinks several times, avoidant of the bruises and scrapes and cuts she may have gotten from her fall and subsequent removal away from her bike, and stares, instead.
finally, she glances at the man with the golden eyes. )
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( gratitude will come in a bit. )