"I can fly, Bucky. I don't need a suit," she said a little more cocky. Tony Stark had suits. She did not need one. She had herself which was all she ever needed. Even when she worked with the Avengers, it was just her and her red leather jacket.

Now she didn't know who or what she was. A target, fleeing, trying to make sense of what had happened. Wanda shook her head, not wanting to think of all of that. She just wanted to be with him. Up she went on her tiptoes to kiss him again, trying to forget all of that now.