[ Wanda's room is at the very end of the corridor, a little too luxurious for her tastes, but plenty of space. T'Challa — or someone — as thoughtfully left a salve on the bedside table that made the marks of the collar fade within two days, and doubles as sunscreen. She claimed one of the smaller training rooms to use with Steve. The first day, the Dora Milaje only watch. After that, they participate. They are quicker and stronger than her, but as Natasha likes to say, it is all good practice. ]
[ Sleep is often fugitive. The bed is too soft, and there's not always something to watch from the window. 3AM finds her in the pantry fiddling with the kettle, a packet of tea bags clumsily torn open on the table. She nods at Bucky when he comes in — she hasn't talked to him much yet, thinking perhaps he might wish to keep away from powers like hers. ]
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[ Sleep is often fugitive. The bed is too soft, and there's not always something to watch from the window. 3AM finds her in the pantry fiddling with the kettle, a packet of tea bags clumsily torn open on the table. She nods at Bucky when he comes in — she hasn't talked to him much yet, thinking perhaps he might wish to keep away from powers like hers. ]
I am making jasmine. Would you like a cup?