Wanda wraps one arm around Loki and allows her to lean into her shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to her dark hair. This strange tenderness comes so easily to her where Loki is concerned. "I have you. Just focus on your breath," she murmurs against the other woman's hair.

One day, she will wonder if this is what stories really mean by love at first sight: not something striking and easily identifiable, but rather an overwhelming emotion one stumbles into. "You don't belong here, either. How did they find you?"