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Clint, Talen, and the girl with glowing hands walked to a landing pad on the grounds where a jet was sitting.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked.

"San Francisco."

. . .

The flight was roughly four hours, given the high-tech jet cutting down the time. Talen and the girl sat back as Clint flew the plane through dark clouds.

"What's with the suit?" The girl asked, snapping Talen out of her thoughts.

"Hm?" The girl gestured to the get-up Talen was wearing. "Oh, um. It's just something I made, a while ago."

"I like it."

They didn't talk for the rest of the flight, both of them falling asleep not long after their very short conversation.

. . .

The two slept through landing, Clint bringing a sedated man onto the jet, and takeoff, but Talen woke up not long after.

She walked to the cockpit, sitting in the co-pilot seat next to Clint with a dramatic sigh.

"What's up with you?"

"Are we there yet?" She asked like a child.

"We've got about," Clint checked the time. "Four hours left, kid."

Talen rolled her eyes.

"Just hang in there. You need your rest."

"Yeah, yeah." She returned to the cabin of the jet where the other girl had finally woken up. The two exchanged awkward, tight-lipped smiles as Talen returned to her seat.

She rummaged through her bag that Clint brought onto the jet, finding the book she was looking for. It was an old copy of Alice in Wonderland from the 1920s that had clearly been well loved. The paper cover had been taped over multiple times in attempts to keep the book bound. It was getting increasingly difficult to distinguish from the handwriting and small doodles she'd added and the original text.

The other girl, whose name Talen still did not know, was allowing glowing red magic to calmly flow around her hands. It reminded Talen of her own powers, in a way. Her's were always different than those of her old team. Maybe it had something to do with her aberration status. Her powers had never been uniform, symmetrical, or cut-and-dry. Always a guessing game, and they almost looked exactly like the girl's, except not red. Talen's were a mixture of gold, forever tying her to them, and pink, the color of the heart stone and what made her different from the others.

"Can I help you with something?" The girl's accented voice brought Talen back to reality and she realized she'd been staring. An embarrassed blush washed over her cheeks as she mumbled an apology. The other girl chuckled and moved to a seat next to Talen.

"I'm Wanda." She extended her hand for Talen to take, which she did.

"I'm Talen."

It was almost as if having the formalities out of the way for the two girls broke down the wall of awkwardness, allowing them to talk non-stop about everything under the sun for the remainder of the flight. At one point, Clint noticed the two girls finally chatting through the rearview mirror, a proud smirk crossing his face.

. . . 

They eventually made it to the airport, meeting Steve Rogers and two other guys in the parking garage. Their choice of stealthy, inconspicuous car was an old Volkswagen Beetle. Clint stepped out to greet the three guys once they arrived, followed by Wanda.

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