A loud sighed made you both jump apart, Wanda wiping her lip as you bit your bottom one, peering down at the floor in front of you with your hands behind your back, and then you gave Strange a guilty smile when you met his eyes with a grimace.
"Great." He huffed sarcastically, shaking his head, and Wanda scowled at him defensively before you stepped forward.
"May we help you?" You mused lightly.
"May you – you two are together? Why didn't you tell me this – this..."
"What?" Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, "Why would you care?"
"I wouldn't have thrown her in this group, for one." He told her plainly, gesturing towards you lazily.
"So, you did put us into groups." Wanda narrowed her eyes on him as she spoke and he turned his head curiously, intrigued by how she seemed to sense how much more powerful she was than him, but you just thought it was hot that she would argue with some magic dude.
"Categories." He corrected, trying to keep the upper hand that he had already unknowingly lost once he found her.
"What am I supposed to do exactly? If you don't mind reminding me?" You grinned unashamedly and he rolled his eyes.
"Elemental manipulation and-"
"English, my good sir." You requested, with a lil bow and a lil accent.
"Earth, water, air-"
"I've never seen Avatar," You prefaced, "But that sounds like a load of crap."
"Take it as you will," He snapped impatiently and Wanda took a protective step forward as a warning that he didn't miss, "But you've shown no signs of it being dominant, so I'm guessing your other abilities are the more...present ones."
"Excuse me?" You huffed, "Did you just call me a bottom?"
Wanda scrunched up her nose with a smile, shaking her head, and Strange gaped at you for a moment in disbelief.
"Focus on this," He pulled out a piece of paper from one of his many hidden pockets because he was wearing many robes, and held it up in his pinched fingers, cocking an eyebrow, "Focus completely – stop thinking about Wanda's backside, for fuck's sake."
"Can he read minds?" You faked a gasp and Wanda blushed.
"No, but I can see where you're looking right now." He deadpanned and you looked to him, nodding.
"Touché."
"I think you possess a variety of abilities that mask themselves because if they were to present all at once, it would kill you."
You and Wanda widened your eyes, more on the fact that he said it so plainly but shared a look for only a second before you went back to looking at the folded paper.
"Okay, now what?" You asked, clearing your mind of everything but the paper.
"This holds the spell to the illusion I took you out of," You and Wanda both froze at his words, unmoving as he smirked, "Not only do we have cameras, but your voices travel."
"Okay," Wanda took a deep breath, feeling like the two of you were busted, "What does this mean now?"
"If it touches the floor, it's gone for good – I'll make it vanish and no one, including me, will be able to return there, but," He paused for dramatic affect and you had to resist rolling your eyes, "If she can stop it before it hits the ground, you two can keep the spell and mess with the illusion all you want, it won't affect anything, so it shouldn't be a problem."
