"You already do," Wanda whispers. Just her presence is comforting, like the warmth of a fireplace (though she probably shouldn't use that analogy when it seems like fire frightens Loki).
They fall into a comfortable silence as Wanda relishes in the weight of Loki in her arms. She keeps a rhythmic pace stroking up and down Loki's back, punctuated with the occasional forehead kiss, but just as it seems like she might be able to drift off the door opens.
Wanda's quick to shift her hold on Loki to a protective one, although the scientist makes no move to enter the room. "Will you be staying here tonight, Miss Maximoff?" he asks, voice surprisingly steady for someone who feels so nervous. Does she really look like she's going to eviscerate him for disturbing them?
(Maybe a little.)
They know. Wanda knew they would, but the speed of their response is a little worrying. And to Pietro it will look like they took her away and didn't bring her back - surely they have some purpose for that too. But as she looks at the woman in her arms, she knows there's only one answer. "Yes," she says. "I will stay."
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They fall into a comfortable silence as Wanda relishes in the weight of Loki in her arms. She keeps a rhythmic pace stroking up and down Loki's back, punctuated with the occasional forehead kiss, but just as it seems like she might be able to drift off the door opens.
Wanda's quick to shift her hold on Loki to a protective one, although the scientist makes no move to enter the room. "Will you be staying here tonight, Miss Maximoff?" he asks, voice surprisingly steady for someone who feels so nervous. Does she really look like she's going to eviscerate him for disturbing them?
(Maybe a little.)
They know. Wanda knew they would, but the speed of their response is a little worrying. And to Pietro it will look like they took her away and didn't bring her back - surely they have some purpose for that too. But as she looks at the woman in her arms, she knows there's only one answer. "Yes," she says. "I will stay."