[ that's what wanda takes comfort in—the fact they're not supposed to be here. while she's seen vision appearing as he had in the 1970s era of westview, she knows from experience that he'll morph back into how he should look. she wants him to. if she believes it enough, it'll happen.
wanda curls the fingers of her hand the red magic hovers over and she brushes her fingers against her pant leg in a bid to hide her fidgeting. she doesn't want to think this is a trick. it makes her uncomfortable to think that.
so, instead, she glances down, curious about what's in her new friend's hand, and cocks her head towards the wand. ]
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wanda curls the fingers of her hand the red magic hovers over and she brushes her fingers against her pant leg in a bid to hide her fidgeting. she doesn't want to think this is a trick. it makes her uncomfortable to think that.
so, instead, she glances down, curious about what's in her new friend's hand, and cocks her head towards the wand. ]
What is that?