Wanda looks up at him again, making sure to look extra pathetic when she nods her head. She doesn't hold back the smile that bursts across her face when he turns away from her. With a small hop, she's situated comfortably against his back, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck just in time for the doors of the elevator to open.

"Small price," she replies, a smile in her voice. "I much prefer salty snacks anyway." Which is partially a lie, Wanda likes dessert but she enjoys making Bucky do silly things more.