Must be nice to make so much coin over in the Cities.

[she says lightly, pulling away from tugging at the scab of natasha’s leaving. they’ll have plenty of time to ponder over that in the following hours, she’s sure.

wanda moves towards a stool, and sits on it, leaning against the table, boots kicking up some dirt.]

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten drunk. Pietro was enough of a warning for me not to go hard on drinks.

I’d rather Matt didn’t think of me as a drunk either, thanks.