[Cursed blood opens doors in more than one way, maybe, though Wanda is reluctant to say it aloud. Magical sorts tend to be dramatic--don't ask her how she knows--so it really could just be for show. Who knows.]
Thanks.
[She wipes her hand clean as she watches Peter look over the door, pressing the cloth to the cut as he calls out. She's not going to be much of a help if things go south, but she has some hope that maybe outside this room, outside this building, her magic will be available to her.
Slim hope, but some.]
Let's see how far we get.
[Before shit hits the fan, she means, but she doesn't think she needs to tell him that.]
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Thanks.
[She wipes her hand clean as she watches Peter look over the door, pressing the cloth to the cut as he calls out. She's not going to be much of a help if things go south, but she has some hope that maybe outside this room, outside this building, her magic will be available to her.
Slim hope, but some.]
Let's see how far we get.
[Before shit hits the fan, she means, but she doesn't think she needs to tell him that.]
After you.