[ glancing at him, wanda looks away and determinedly focuses on a building on the opposite side of the street. she's not used to anyone wanting to stick around. the last person had been vision, and if it hadn't been for thanos, she'd still have him.

but then she laughs and stifles it and shakes her head as she looks at him. ]

How is it that we have known each other for so long and this is what is most awkward to talk about? There were deer delivering the mail in our last city!

[ of course, she knows the answer to that. vulnerability is harder to talk about than acknowledging cats were on the police force. ]