[ help. whether he speaks it out loud or just thinks it doesn't matter. wanda makes it over to him as fast as she can, which doesn't feel quite fast enough, and she's not sure anymore if that's because something's wrong with him or with her. she still feels sick, the ground unsteady beneath her feet and causing her to stumble a bit in her steps toward him. but whether it's him or her doesn't matter, either; as far as she's concerned it's both their problems.
she comes to sit in front of him at the table, not wanting to move too far to his side or behind him. even if he doesn't see her, keeping her in his sight might help ground him, might keep whatever he's seeing from becoming more vivid than reality. ]
Bucky. [ she speaks out loud but keeps her voice low, focused on him. she's not sure if he knows she's there. ] It's Wanda. Can you hear me?
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she comes to sit in front of him at the table, not wanting to move too far to his side or behind him. even if he doesn't see her, keeping her in his sight might help ground him, might keep whatever he's seeing from becoming more vivid than reality. ]
Bucky. [ she speaks out loud but keeps her voice low, focused on him. she's not sure if he knows she's there. ] It's Wanda. Can you hear me?