[ It’s the screeching of tires that draws her attention, the commotion off a little ways where Natasha had been tinkering with the bike she’d been given, making sure the thing wouldn’t actually blow up on her once she went over ten miles an hour or something. It’s enough to have her peering up over the back of her bike, though, to see what was going on, assuming it was some other poor arrival who had no idea what to do with a car.
What she’s not expecting is to see Wanda apologizing to a stranger, holding herself stiffly and defensively, and she’s moving before even stopping to think, vaulting over the back of her bike to move in that direction.
The stranger looks like he wants to make this an issue but Natasha moves up beside the younger witch and gives him a cutting look. ]
You’re fine and there’s no harm done, right? So move along already. [ her tone is sharp, leaving little room for argument as he looks between them both then gets back in his car to drive off, cursing under his breath the entire time.
Only then does she exhale and turn to look into the face she hasn’t seen in… years. Searches Wanda’s expression worriedly, and almost with a hint of hesitance. The last time she’d seen her… that was a day she tried not to think about. Failed horribly, of course, but tried all the same. But the relief is written stark across her face all the same. ]
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What she’s not expecting is to see Wanda apologizing to a stranger, holding herself stiffly and defensively, and she’s moving before even stopping to think, vaulting over the back of her bike to move in that direction.
The stranger looks like he wants to make this an issue but Natasha moves up beside the younger witch and gives him a cutting look. ]
You’re fine and there’s no harm done, right? So move along already. [ her tone is sharp, leaving little room for argument as he looks between them both then gets back in his car to drive off, cursing under his breath the entire time.
Only then does she exhale and turn to look into the face she hasn’t seen in… years. Searches Wanda’s expression worriedly, and almost with a hint of hesitance. The last time she’d seen her… that was a day she tried not to think about. Failed horribly, of course, but tried all the same. But the relief is written stark across her face all the same. ]
Are you alright?