Wanda walked quietly over the roof of the complex, cool fall air kept off her by a dark red blanket she’d draped around her shoulders. It wasn’t often she’d find someone else here, in the spot she usually found herself when she wanted to think for a while. The edge of the complex’s roof, easily accessible through a staircase or, she supposed, easier still if you could fly. She smiled faintly at the Asgardian, shrugging a little. “Just came out here to get some fresh air and think a little. I didn’t expect to find you here, though.” Her bare feet made next to no noise as she moved to sit a few feet away, giving Thor more than enough space in case he happened to want it.
Thor gave a quite smile, nodding. “I needed a moment to think.” he mused. “I suppose a moment turned into much longer.” he chuckled. “How are you handling your magic, little one?” he asked, looking at her. “I know you haven’t had it long, and that I was gone for some time. Magic is common enough on Asgard that even if I don’t possess it, I can try to help understand it?”
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