[ Now that he encourages it, Wanda loses her nerve immediately. She flexes her hands against his belly and considers pulling back and suggesting they try next time in a fluster. But it's safe to do so here with Pietro. He's not Strucker or his men. He won't be disappointed or utter cruel words because she can't seem to pick a stupid wooden block up off the floor like she's some child learning how the basics of playing with toys.
Still, she clutches at the fabric of his shirt as she looks toward the toaster. Should she look? Should she not look? Even when she had been separated from him, she could still feel him through the wall and imagine every single movement he made simply because Pietro is a part of her.
Wanda concentrates a bit too hard as she peers over his shoulder and looks at the loaf of bread wrapped in plastic. Without anyone's fingers touching it, the wrapping slowly begins to peel as though beneath clumsy hands. It moves jerkily before it pulls back roughly, and the second slice is scrunched between a tight hold of an invisible index and thumb.
It's not as perfect as Wanda wants it to be. She lets out an annoyed huff as the slice of bread rises and then drops against the counter. She'd discarded it on purpose. Her face flushes hot with frustration. ]
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Still, she clutches at the fabric of his shirt as she looks toward the toaster. Should she look? Should she not look? Even when she had been separated from him, she could still feel him through the wall and imagine every single movement he made simply because Pietro is a part of her.
Wanda concentrates a bit too hard as she peers over his shoulder and looks at the loaf of bread wrapped in plastic. Without anyone's fingers touching it, the wrapping slowly begins to peel as though beneath clumsy hands. It moves jerkily before it pulls back roughly, and the second slice is scrunched between a tight hold of an invisible index and thumb.
It's not as perfect as Wanda wants it to be. She lets out an annoyed huff as the slice of bread rises and then drops against the counter. She'd discarded it on purpose. Her face flushes hot with frustration. ]
Maybe I should use my hands.