Wanda tilted her head to the side slightly, as though she were seizing him up for a split second before a sly smile danced on her lips. They had been dancing around the subject in text messages, but Bucky never really came out and said what he wanted from her. Sure, he implied, but never directly said what was on his mind.

"Sometimes..." she begins, one finger brushing against the rim of her glass. "Not the same though. It's never the same when you're by yourself."

She reached for the bottle, attempting to pour herself another glass.

"You?"