“Wanda, when have you ever known me to care about shoes?” Pietro asked, leaning against the wall. “And you probably will get into trouble, but it is a good thing you will not be going by yourself. Wherever you are going.”
“Forgive me for thinking you might actually be of some use,” the brunette joked. Wanda smiled, deciding on a pair of shoes herself and strapping them to her feet. “Does that mean you are coming with me? I promise, our destination is far more entertaining than staying indoors.”












