[the breath she lets out— it's relief flooding her veins, her insides turned to knots now loosened at how easy steve's reaction is about all this. she's never said it, but wanda's always liked when he would put a hand on her shoulder or pat her back. steve is not one that expresses himself with physical contact, but when he does? it's so warm—it's so comforting.

wanda nods several times, aware that he is being sincere. that he hasn't hesitated nor brought forth questions to himself about her and vision. she's had this conversation play in her head a hundred different ways—what she'd say, how she would say it, when she would bring up what—but his gestures and words show her that she really didn't have to make a case for herself at all.

this is probably why she allows herself to reach forward, wrap her arms around him for a moment. she's sorry for the trouble she's put him through lately, for not being so forthcoming; all this time, he's never treated her nor seen her as any less. it's an apology that she can't voice, in the form of an embrace.

pulling back, she sets sentimentality to the side for now. steve and her are similar in this regard — they'd rather turn inward and keep to themselves. this? it's a big step for wanda.]

He makes blind jokes on purpose. He [is an idiot] thinks he's being funny.

[thank you.]

Should— we start heading up? I can use my magic to make a path through the ceiling.