( in this scenario. shut up, guy. his embarrassment does wash over her, making wanda also feel embarrassed, even if there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of for a perfectly normal question. the eye contact sort of makes it that much worse.
who told him to shuffle around to look at her?
wanda puts her hands on his (sweaty) arm, and shuffles him back around. go find those samples is what she wants to say, butโvery suddenlyโshe is no longer in the cramped space of the back room of the store (where she shouldn't be to begin with, mind), but rather, she is in the streets of a familiar city: new york.
and there is chaos, destruction, and people running away past her. some people before her are running, then turn into flat shadows on the concrete. )
Waitโ
( shadows creep further, debris from the buildings falling. she's confused, she doesn't know what to do, other than to shield herself with her powers when heavy slabs of rock rain down on her; the red of her shield pulses, and wanda's covered her face with an arm, bracing for impact. the darkness that spreads is so, so close to her, but then it โ stops.
lowering her arm, she glances up, because there's something there, up there, against the skylineโ )
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( in this scenario. shut up, guy. his embarrassment does wash over her, making wanda also feel embarrassed, even if there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of for a perfectly normal question. the eye contact sort of makes it that much worse.
who told him to shuffle around to look at her?
wanda puts her hands on his (sweaty) arm, and shuffles him back around. go find those samples is what she wants to say, butโvery suddenlyโshe is no longer in the cramped space of the back room of the store (where she shouldn't be to begin with, mind), but rather, she is in the streets of a familiar city: new york.
and there is chaos, destruction, and people running away past her. some people before her are running, then turn into flat shadows on the concrete. )
Waitโ
( shadows creep further, debris from the buildings falling. she's confused, she doesn't know what to do, other than to shield herself with her powers when heavy slabs of rock rain down on her; the red of her shield pulses, and wanda's covered her face with an arm, bracing for impact. the darkness that spreads is so, so close to her, but then it โ stops.
lowering her arm, she glances up, because there's something there, up there, against the skylineโ )