[wanda knows that creating a tennis ball for steve is going to be really simple and easy, in theory. it took matt a while to get it right since the last time he had seen oneβand not even carefully enoughβwas when he was eleven or younger. steve gets the color and the fuzzy texture right; even the lines that curl around the ball.
he looks up at his grinning face for a moment, before blinking and looking down at the tennis ball between their hands. she takes it, inspecting it, and a small smile curls upward.
she can already tell what's wrong.
dropping the ball to the floor, it bounces as expected; however, the bounce is shorter than what it could be, and it drops a little flatter after a few more seconds. picking it up, she tosses it from hand to hand before kindly delivering it to one of steve's hands.]
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he looks up at his grinning face for a moment, before blinking and looking down at the tennis ball between their hands. she takes it, inspecting it, and a small smile curls upward.
she can already tell what's wrong.
dropping the ball to the floor, it bounces as expected; however, the bounce is shorter than what it could be, and it drops a little flatter after a few more seconds. picking it up, she tosses it from hand to hand before kindly delivering it to one of steve's hands.]
It's too heavy, Rogers.
[he can test it out himself if he wants.]