( she's appreciative of the efforts to get her up on her feet, comforted by the fact that there is so much easy warmth coming from jayce, as opposed to the disorienting amalgamation of something she can't understand that she could sense from viktor. wanda is reminded of ultron, but doesn't know if this is necessarily a bad thing, yet.
once on her feet, she takes a step back, grabbing at her wrist. it aches, but her whole body aches, from just being so tired. )
I don't know.
( it's easiest to answer viktor's question first, then glancing back at jayce and then the truck, before making her way to sit down, hobbling a little still from leftover pain from the fallβnothing serious, though.
in the end, it's a mix of both elements: it's difficult for her to control the motorcycle when she's hungry and tired.
once sat, feet dangling, she pats down at her pants, removing any dirt. )
I think I β got startled. Lost control when I tried to stop for a break.
( the need for a break perhaps spurred by the fact that she was nodding off. it's been a long trip from the scrapyard to diadem, and wanda was hardly prepared for it. )
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once on her feet, she takes a step back, grabbing at her wrist. it aches, but her whole body aches, from just being so tired. )
I don't know.
( it's easiest to answer viktor's question first, then glancing back at jayce and then the truck, before making her way to sit down, hobbling a little still from leftover pain from the fallβnothing serious, though.
in the end, it's a mix of both elements: it's difficult for her to control the motorcycle when she's hungry and tired.
once sat, feet dangling, she pats down at her pants, removing any dirt. )
I think I β got startled. Lost control when I tried to stop for a break.
( the need for a break perhaps spurred by the fact that she was nodding off. it's been a long trip from the scrapyard to diadem, and wanda was hardly prepared for it. )