( here, now, more than ever, wanda feels remnants of a life in sokovia when she'd have to constantly be on the alert for anyone trying to take advantage of her teenage-naivety. everyone she meets in these galaxies beyond the milky way seem to be all far too familiar with space travel; going to another planet or to a nearby constellation is like hitching a ride to another country. the guardians made a fair point in not letting her 'newbie'-space status be a known factor.
before she had people who would look after her.
wanda brought this whole situation upon herself, in wanting to escape a life that no longer felt worth living. her eyes look over the man before her, lean and seemingly friendly, with a face that carries the underlying traits of someone who hardly sleeps and is more tired than what he gives himself credit for. she'd use her telepathy to get a sense of him, here, but something about the pull of the planets and the different stars have her feeling queasy whenever she tries to draw out her powers.
(or maybe she's nauseous with guilt—)
she sighs, ultimately, taking a deep breath afterwards and her face clicking into tense consideration. )
Are you some sort of mechanic? I'll have you know—I don't have a lot of credits.
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before she had people who would look after her.
wanda brought this whole situation upon herself, in wanting to escape a life that no longer felt worth living. her eyes look over the man before her, lean and seemingly friendly, with a face that carries the underlying traits of someone who hardly sleeps and is more tired than what he gives himself credit for. she'd use her telepathy to get a sense of him, here, but something about the pull of the planets and the different stars have her feeling queasy whenever she tries to draw out her powers.
(or maybe she's nauseous with guilt—)
she sighs, ultimately, taking a deep breath afterwards and her face clicking into tense consideration. )
Are you some sort of mechanic? I'll have you know—I don't have a lot of credits.