He's right. She knows he's there before he's even a metre away from her cottage in the woods.
It's not because of any spellwork—Wanda has her wards, although they aren't quite as intense as they had been in Westview or Sokovia. They're there to protect her and let her exist in her private little bubble of what Pietro would call delusion. She likes being delusional. It keeps her sane.
But sometimes, that bubble pops, and reality stands at her doorstep.
She knows he's there because she's Wanda Maximoff. Her reach is wide and vast, and even the smallest of thoughts bang loudly on her windows.
As she opens the door: "Did you know some people believe knocking three times will protect them?" she asks, smiling. Wanda's comfortably dressed in shorts and a plaid button-up, although she's missed a button and left it looking askew. She likes it. It's modern. "I wonder what it is you think you need protecting from."
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It's not because of any spellwork—Wanda has her wards, although they aren't quite as intense as they had been in Westview or Sokovia. They're there to protect her and let her exist in her private little bubble of what Pietro would call delusion. She likes being delusional. It keeps her sane.
But sometimes, that bubble pops, and reality stands at her doorstep.
She knows he's there because she's Wanda Maximoff. Her reach is wide and vast, and even the smallest of thoughts bang loudly on her windows.
As she opens the door: "Did you know some people believe knocking three times will protect them?" she asks, smiling. Wanda's comfortably dressed in shorts and a plaid button-up, although she's missed a button and left it looking askew. She likes it. It's modern. "I wonder what it is you think you need protecting from."