Agent || Wanda + Enzo
{Like this for a para starter x} The Avengers, Wanda had learned very quickly after joining, had many facets to their operations: heroes, spies, firefighters, search and rescue, intelligence, small military. It was interesting work, to say the least, much more diverse than when she and Pietro had been attack dogs for HYDRA - and most of the time, she loved it. It was refreshing, making a difference that was a bit more tangible than simply being a thorn in SHIELD’s side, and brought both she and Pietro significantly more peace. And, despite the lingering effects of his temporary death, they had fallen into somewhat of a rhythm with the rest of the New Avengers that Wanda had grown rather fond of. It was almost like having a family (even if it was a bit odd) However, days occasionally came along where the work that SHIELD asked of her was not particularly... glorious. She was not a glory seeker, however she had attempted to pull away from the mind manipulations for which she had been mostly known for prior to being an Avenger and once again she was being dragged back in. Interrogations, the organization thought, went so much more quickly when Wanda was involved and while it was a skill she excelled at, the human mind was not often a pleasant place to be. People are disgusting, she thought to herself as she peered through the one-way mirror into the small interrogation room. Fidgeting with her ‘FBI Visitor’ badge, she attempted not to delve too deeply into the thoughts of the criminal inside for fear of what she might fight. “What am I looking vor, again, exactly?”
