I'VE MOVED!!

A small squeeze of her hand on the girl’s shoulder was enough before Wanda let go, placing her hands one on top of the other on her lap and allowing a nod of her head to attempt encouraging the other into the continuation of her bravery. “If you v’ant me to.” She admitted, keeping that small smile across her lips. “Nurse Flores usually takes care of the MRI lookout, but I can tell the doctor you v’ant me around if you do.” 

The smile on her delicate features brightened upon seeing Aiko’s image. “You look beautiful,” the girl complimented, drawing nearer to the mirror. Sylph hadn’t taken the effort to dress herself to the best of her abilities. No doubt, she had chosen one of her favourite dresses to wear, and adorned herself with a few jewels, but nothing special. This had been done deliberately, for she did not want to stand out more than her sister would, or, quite possibly, she did not want to stand out at all.

“I-I do,” Sylph admitted. As she had joined her sister in looking in the mirror, she had attempted to gather those incredibly long curls with a ribbon, but it was a task she could not manage on her own. Therefore, she let go of her hair, reaching out the ocean blue ribbon to Aiko. Her eyes sought for her sister’s complexion in the reflection of the mirror. A topic blossomed in her mind, which raised questions of its own.

“Thank you,” she promptly replied with a polite nod. “You look beautiful as well.” Aiko noticed the way Sylph had dressed herself in a simpler fashion than how she usually did; surely it would be due to the ball being directed at Aiko finding a suitor, the older sister guessed. It saddened her, to see Sylph like that. Her parents did always tell the young girl that the most important thing was for Aiko to find a suit, and only then Sylph. And, though Aiko understood, she still didn’t agree with it; Sylph was entitled to her own life just as much as Aiko was.

She took Sylph’s ribbon with a smile, signaling her sister to turn around, so that she could fix her hair. Sylph’s question, however, caught her off guard; it wasn’t as if Aiko hadn’t given it much thought     she had thought about it nonstop, actually     but she knew it wouldn’t be wise to look for specific, unattainable traits in a suitor, when all that mattered in the end was his wealth.

When she had finally found the location she deemed perfect for what she had in mind, Wanda quit running and looked around to take in the specifics of the area. Arms raised, wrists twirled, and the infamous scarlet fog spread from her fingers. Her eyes took on the same color as they checked the surroundings for results. She had done this before, evacuate people from the battlefield, and thus she knew it would work. Large crowds of innocents started moving out of the area. One of her own ‘party tricks’, a nickname she had copied from Bruce, produced a satisfactory output.

What she had come to realize the last time, was that the effects didn’t last long on those who were incapable of relocating. Those who were seriously injured or trapped would snap out of it or get stuck even more when trying to escape. The telekinesis did calm them down a little, but the greater the pain, the slighter the effect.

By now, most people had walked towards safety, which gave Wanda the time to search for those who had been left behind. It was by pure luck that she came across the stranger’s horrible imprisonment.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the knot in her throat caught her words, rendering Honey speechless. It hurt far too much to move her body in any way, even her mouth as it seemed. The girl only managed a weak nod to the other’s question. She could still feel her legs     for now; even if all she could feel was pain. The agonizing thought that maybe she would never be able to walk again brought a shiver to Honey’s body.

“It hurts...” she managed to whisper, a pained groan escaping her lips as she shut her eyes in pain. “I can’t move...”

Aiko perked up at his question, an amused smile in response to his joke. “Well, you never know. I could have a metal leg under these pants.” Was it okay for her to joke about it? And why did she have to mention her pants? Surely Bucky didn’t need the visual. Dammit, Aiko.

"I’m here for a job interview, actually,” she replied in a more serious tone, which seemed hard to pull off between forcing herself not to glance at Bucky’s chest and try to forget about her terrible attempt at a joke. “I’m a chemical engineer, the woman on the phone     Miss Potts, I think?     said that Mr. Stark could use my help on one of his projects.”