Wanda laughs loudly, gripping the back of his shirt. It's ridiculous. She can levitate into the air and soften her falls, but she acts like she's not a girl who can quickly pull the couch over toward her if she was to fall out of his arms. Is this what it's like to feel normal?

Her heart pounds heavily as she lets herself relax momentarily. This might be the only moment where she can go boneless. She wants to enjoy it before she gets worn out being as taut as a string on a bow. The tension she's carrying lets go of her temporarily as he makes his way up the stairs, and she does her best not to let it come back.

"If you drop me, you'll be sleeping outside for the rest of your life," she says sternly, although she breathes hard. She continues to grip his shirt, not wanting to accidentally shift her weight to work against him. "And I'll make sure all the mosquitoes get you."