#rejectory.

for the most part, he was uneasy around her.

wanda didn't fault him for it. most people were. and given she had unlocked those visions in his brain with her chaos, it was expected.

the vvitch tilts her head in that curious way she does.

there's an almost smile on her lips. ❝ you looked, too. ❞ it's not an accusation, merely an observation. ❝ and you thought. loudly. ❞ that, was more of an accusation, laced with a lightness that was rare.

maybe it was past time to cut that tension between them...

❛        FROM  THE  BOTTOM  OF  MY  HEART,      i  just  wanna  say:        ❜      hand  on  her  heart,   voice  breathy  with  sincerity.       ❛        my b.         ❜

she could, very easily, toss him out the window.

with her hand around his neck, barely applying pressure—she could be doing a lot worse, she's picturing his expensive designer suit covered in blood. it's a nice thought. “ i get you're a billionaire, but breaking and entering seems a little below the belt for an alleged superhero. ” she presses him harder into the wall. “ why the fuck are you in my apartment, stark? ”