Wanda hadn't been in the United States is some time. She'd lived in New York and California and traveled back and forth for all her years as an Avenger but she still felt like a small town European girl; and even the relatively suburban atmosphere of the mall in Minnesota made her feel jittery. Or maybe it was why she was here
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She walked carefully and quietly, but determinedly up to the bench. She stood silently behind him for a moment; took in his altered appearance and the sad slump of his shoulders. She reached tentatively out and placed a hand beside him, not quite touching.
"She looks well," she said, softly.
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But, really, Steve knew the question was pointless. Powers or no powers, Wanda would always find a way to do what she wanted to do. It was simply her nature.
Steve stared hard at her, squaring his jaw, and revised his question. "What are you doing here?"
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"I'm not sure," she answered, truthfully. "I had to see you." She looked away, watched the people in the mall - normal people with normal lives and no inkling of who she or the man beside her were. "I think..." She looked down.
"I think I came to say goodbye."
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