Wanda stops, pushed to hush at the sight of the gun aimed at her.
There have been worse and more dangerous things she has been threatened with, but usually there is a reason for it. At this moment in time, there is nothing that gives away why Bucky would want to hurt her — other than the very real circumstance that he may be seeing something that is not there, just like she had, before.
What could he be seeing to make him react this way? Rather, who?
Her hands are raised, her expression set. "This is not what you want to do," it's a trivial probability hex, hardly measured with any magic, but a mantra to herself that he won't hurt her. "Can you put the gun down?"
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There have been worse and more dangerous things she has been threatened with, but usually there is a reason for it. At this moment in time, there is nothing that gives away why Bucky would want to hurt her — other than the very real circumstance that he may be seeing something that is not there, just like she had, before.
What could he be seeing to make him react this way? Rather, who?
Her hands are raised, her expression set. "This is not what you want to do," it's a trivial probability hex, hardly measured with any magic, but a mantra to herself that he won't hurt her. "Can you put the gun down?"