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Wanda abruptly opened her eyes and almost immediately realized how much her head was hurting. she hissed in pain, turning her head to the side where Pietro was sitting on the bed.
— alive. I already thought that you got drunk and died in your sleep," the guy smiled cheekily.
the girl gave her brother a skeptical look and rose on her elbows, leaning her back against the wall.
He held out a pill and a glass of water.
Wanda took a pill and a glass. she quickly put the anti-intoxicant in her mouth and washed it down with water, looking around the room to find at least some hints of what happened last night.
— Oh, Wands.. you did something strange yesterday. I hope you remember for yourself," Pietro smiled awkwardly, jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.
Maximoff looked at the black jacket that clearly didn't belong to her. the garment itself was draped over the back of a chair. the girl sighed wearily. "the morning hasn't started yet, and I don't want to live this day anymore.." the witch thought.
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Romanoff rolled her eyes at another drunken joke of her friend, and scolded that it was time for her to leave the bar, otherwise Natasha would kick her out with a broom. after these words, Nat took out a broom from somewhere under the bar. Wanda wanted to go to the Widow and see what else she had there, but her stern look said that she would stop drinking.
the witch, with a sad sigh, got up from the bar stool, but before she had gone five meters, she almost fell face down on the floor. Peggy caught her during.
— be careful, - Carter held Maximoff by the waist, clearly tired of the whole party.
Wanda looked up at Margaret, after which a strange thought occurred to her. the girl shifted her gaze to the Captain's lips, and after a moment she bit into them with a kiss. her lips were soft and tasted like whiskey. The witch pulled away and she was faced with utter incomprehension and shock in Carter's eyes.
"what could this be related to? she has a partner.. Steve? I hope he didn't mind, huh.." - the thoughts in the girl's head were rushing from extreme to extreme, trying to figure out who and what would be done to her for this.
— it was wrong. I'm sorry, Captain," the witch breathed, taking a step back, hoping that she wouldn't fall now.