#hexedred

“Are you actually asking for permission, or is this a bad attempt at a formality?” She gestures vaguely to the seat as her head tilts in curiosity. “What a nice surprise.” Well. Sort of a surprise. She’d wondered how long it would be until she ended up in the same place as a familiar face    Natasha had inevitably caught wind of the fact that more and more people she knew were showing up to help out Gotham. Her hands fold in front of her again, fingers lacing together, as Wanda sits down on the chair opposite her. “Wanda,” she greets, lips curving into a thin smile. “How are you?”