Duck!
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Wanda scoffed. “Are you going to just sit there and wait?” She actually laughed. “By all means, I’m going to talk to my friends, but you just sit and wait there.”
“No, not really.” He fixed his scarf one last time and looked up at her from his chair. She was not his Wanda, and he better remember it. It was time to go, anyway, before the next round of stupid, gun-toting midgardians arrived, and he waved his fingers at her with a smirk on his face, his magic already creating an escape route. He didn’t have the power of the Tesseract, but at least he could pull a great vanishing number. “Toodles.”
















