#para:wanda

Making her way back down towards the elevator, Peggy sighed and shifted her load onto her other shoulder. She and Bucky had reached a sort of truce on the media outrage- for the moment, at least. She would find what she could with her sources and stay out of trouble, he would do whatever he wanted and stay out of sight. It was the best compromise Carter could ask for, and she was more than happy to accept it. 

After rounding a corner, Carter paused and looked around her. In the Tower, Peggy knew there were those that called its walls their home, but there were some who were temporary guests. As she thought about everyone else being attacked by the media, it hit her that Wanda may also be using the Tower as a quiet get-away. Straightening her spine with a sudden bolt of inspiration, Peggy hurried to the elevators and punched in the proper level number, waiting for the doors to open on Wanda’s floor before stepping out. 

The book selection available to patients was limited. Severely limited. Erik had browsed through his options, openly scoffing at the moronic titles and tales he had to select from if he wanted to attempt to transport himself from this confined hell via text and paper pages. Eventually the man selected a book about a boy, barely in his 20's, who found redemption for his crimes by joining the police force.

Of course this would be the type of book Woodward offered. Conform to society. Forget who you are and what you want; abide by the pathetic, spineless laws of this pushover society that tries to drown individualism out.

The garden was nothing special to the man but it was quiet. There he could at least scan through the terrible book and put distance between him and the lesser patients of the institutions for awhile there. So he found a cement bench(bolted down for security purposes, something he found hilarious) and laid on it. His legs were outstretched and the entirety of his back rested against the cement seat. The book was lifted above his face and so he stayed for a while. Most pages were eyed over, barely even acknowledges before Erik found the collection of words that formed this excuse of a book to be beyond rubbish. He groaned and propped his weight up with an elbow, glancing through the garden as he wondered how else to occupy himself before his azure eyes latched onto something familiar. Something that he hadn't seen in years.