( wanda offers him a shrug, a pause between his words and the crash of waves before she leans down and takes off her shoes. it's easier to walk in the sand with bare feet—and that she does, stepping over the small dunes, leaving her shoes behind, one falling over its side.

if this wasn't the horizon, she'd be carrying them with her. )

It depends on the time of year, but it's mostly colder, I think.

( not that she's ever jumped in.

she stops only where the waves push into the sand, wanda wriggling her toes as her feet get submerged momentarily, sand sinking beneath her feet. )

There were no beaches in Sokovia, and we never had time in America to go to one. ( this she knows is not steve's fault. their 'job' just didn't allow it. wanda scrunches her nose, looking at him. ) The treehouse is close to lakes. I prefer that kind of water.

( the ocean is just... too vast. )