( it seems that he loses himself in his mind for a moment, wanda unable to really catch onto him, the man, this stephen strange, seeming to furl back unto himself before putting his attention back on her.
and she so pointedly feels his attention zeroing in on her.
still, even if he seems uncertain of what she meant, it feels a lot less nauseating. wanda knows betterβknows that she should go, to remove herself from this conversation regardless of whether he claims to know her or not, and yet the words he speaks draw her back. how does he know so much about her? to the point where he immediately knew her by name, from the way she looked?
the way her lips thin and she grimaces should be answer enough that he's entirely right about his assessment. )
I don't β understand why any of this matters to you.
no subject
and she so pointedly feels his attention zeroing in on her.
still, even if he seems uncertain of what she meant, it feels a lot less nauseating. wanda knows betterβknows that she should go, to remove herself from this conversation regardless of whether he claims to know her or not, and yet the words he speaks draw her back. how does he know so much about her? to the point where he immediately knew her by name, from the way she looked?
the way her lips thin and she grimaces should be answer enough that he's entirely right about his assessment. )
I don't β understand why any of this matters to you.
( as it were, )
No one came to break me out.
( she ended up here, and that's all she knows. )