Though the physical taint of the Darkhold's grip on her is gone, there is some lasting damage left on her emotional and mental state — watching him jolt, looking at her like a skittish deer ready to jolt, makes something dark buried deep within her want to bark out a laugh. It twists at the corners of her mouth, but she pushes it down and buries it with everything else.
As he watches her, she watches him, her head cocking to the side, which makes the rogue copper strands that came loose from her braid fall haphazardly into her face and over her shoulder. Wanda doesn't blame him for watching her, keeping a keen eye on the hands clasped daintily in front of her, showing that she isn't a threat at the moment.
She's watching him for the same reason, positioning herself so she can see his hands beneath the table for sudden movements.
They've lost trust and faith in one another, but that's to be expected with everything they've gone through — with all she has done.
"I wasn't expecting any of this," she says as she finally unclasps her hands and motions around them, "least of all, seeing you there as soon as I stumbled out. Didn't think we'd see each other for a long time."
How long has it been since she brought Mount Wundagore down on herself and his decaying alternate self? It didn't feel like that long ago, and she expected to have more time to deal with her — issues ( or at least some of them ) before facing him again. Yet here they are, thrust together and expected to play nice to help protect this world.
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As he watches her, she watches him, her head cocking to the side, which makes the rogue copper strands that came loose from her braid fall haphazardly into her face and over her shoulder. Wanda doesn't blame him for watching her, keeping a keen eye on the hands clasped daintily in front of her, showing that she isn't a threat at the moment.
She's watching him for the same reason, positioning herself so she can see his hands beneath the table for sudden movements.
They've lost trust and faith in one another, but that's to be expected with everything they've gone through — with all she has done.
"I wasn't expecting any of this," she says as she finally unclasps her hands and motions around them, "least of all, seeing you there as soon as I stumbled out. Didn't think we'd see each other for a long time."
How long has it been since she brought Mount Wundagore down on herself and his decaying alternate self? It didn't feel like that long ago, and she expected to have more time to deal with her — issues ( or at least some of them ) before facing him again. Yet here they are, thrust together and expected to play nice to help protect this world.