[ wanda's hesitating herself with going to her room, still resisting the idea that she's meant to spend her time here, trapped from returning to her own world (not that it's been any better over there lately anyway). though there's freedom in the way they're permitted to go where they like, even gifted a high-tech phone and a card with the permission to spend, it doesn't feel much different than tony stark offering her a cozy room in the compound with the intention to keep a close watch on her every move.
she stares at the card in her hand with a sigh before she turns with the intention to at least go find out what her room has to offer —
and then she sees an all-too familiar costume, one that's unmistakable even if the design appears a bit different and he certainly looks ... taller? a different spider-man? she did meet a different tony stark, so it wouldn't be impossible. she supposes there's only one way to know.
she steps in close, her voice quiet enough to avoid it being heard by anyone else in the lobby. ]
power restored — i;
she stares at the card in her hand with a sigh before she turns with the intention to at least go find out what her room has to offer —
and then she sees an all-too familiar costume, one that's unmistakable even if the design appears a bit different and he certainly looks ... taller? a different spider-man? she did meet a different tony stark, so it wouldn't be impossible. she supposes there's only one way to know.
she steps in close, her voice quiet enough to avoid it being heard by anyone else in the lobby. ]
... Peter?