[ Pause and breathe. Think rationally. That's all Loki has to do to explain Wanda's actions and, more importantly, lack of reaction. There's a shred of thought trying to impress this fact on him, but the paranoia and offense of invasion challenge it, threaten to suffocate it. The temptation to lash out draws him ever closer; to resist almost feels as physical as tearing himself away from it.
He sucks in air through gritted teeth, fingers clenching. ]
Then tell me. What did you do? [ Before he can stop himself, he adds, ] What did you see?
[ How can he know? Can he trust her word? She wouldn't be standing here with him right now if she knew of his deceit -- not unless she thinks she can face him one-on-one... No. No, she can't -- that isn't like her -- but. ]
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He sucks in air through gritted teeth, fingers clenching. ]
Then tell me. What did you do? [ Before he can stop himself, he adds, ] What did you see?
[ How can he know? Can he trust her word? She wouldn't be standing here with him right now if she knew of his deceit -- not unless she thinks she can face him one-on-one... No. No, she can't -- that isn't like her -- but. ]