Wanda follows him, albeit several steps behind. She's grateful to be at his back so she can hide her wince. His home looks waterlogged in the worst of ways... all thanks to her.
But she's beginning to learn that such thinking isn't accepted here. Mistakes happen, and as Wong has told her numerous times (to the point where his voice has begun to crack from exhaustion), learning to walk comes from stumbling about a thousand times. Wanda thinks she's reached the nine hundred and eightieth stumble.
"Shame it didn't find Atlantis." She laughs.
Glancing around, she wrings her hands together before she pulls them apart. With a flick of her wrists, the windows and doors gently click open and she summons a breeze similar to the one that had dried her wet home in Westview. The wind this time isn't quite as brutal in its intensity. It's a summer breeze that sweeps in and gently taps the legs of drenched chairs and fluffs saturated pillows.
She doesn't particularly want his home to be sagging due to being previously underwater. It wouldn't do for his cape to sit on a dripping rack hook, after all.
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But she's beginning to learn that such thinking isn't accepted here. Mistakes happen, and as Wong has told her numerous times (to the point where his voice has begun to crack from exhaustion), learning to walk comes from stumbling about a thousand times. Wanda thinks she's reached the nine hundred and eightieth stumble.
"Shame it didn't find Atlantis." She laughs.
Glancing around, she wrings her hands together before she pulls them apart. With a flick of her wrists, the windows and doors gently click open and she summons a breeze similar to the one that had dried her wet home in Westview. The wind this time isn't quite as brutal in its intensity. It's a summer breeze that sweeps in and gently taps the legs of drenched chairs and fluffs saturated pillows.
She doesn't particularly want his home to be sagging due to being previously underwater. It wouldn't do for his cape to sit on a dripping rack hook, after all.