How did the Avengers have time to have these conversations while aliens were infiltrating and attacking the city? Wanda turns her attention back to the rift at hand and rolls her shoulders without thinking. This is a decent plan. Not quite as idiotic as Steve's plans to charge ahead with his Vibranium shield and hope to god that everything falls into place due to his sheer luck.
Her gaze sets determinedly ahead. "I won't tell you when." Comforting, she presumes, especially given she's a stranger, but— "If you go out there, I'll lift you. They won't notice you."
How can they when she intends to emerge with a bright, red bolt? Aren't demons just an uglier version of bulls?
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How did the Avengers have time to have these conversations while aliens were infiltrating and attacking the city? Wanda turns her attention back to the rift at hand and rolls her shoulders without thinking. This is a decent plan. Not quite as idiotic as Steve's plans to charge ahead with his Vibranium shield and hope to god that everything falls into place due to his sheer luck.
Her gaze sets determinedly ahead. "I won't tell you when." Comforting, she presumes, especially given she's a stranger, but— "If you go out there, I'll lift you. They won't notice you."
How can they when she intends to emerge with a bright, red bolt? Aren't demons just an uglier version of bulls?