He should say no. This isn’t his Wanda and he is so not going to be fair to her. But here he is anyway, stepping in. Damn feet overruling his brain. Problem with being a speedster. Okay, not, because his brain runs fast too, but here he is. Here he is entering her space, and it isn’t quite like the apartment he knew. The smells are nice too, but again, not right. Only underlines that she is different.

“You sure? I mean, picking up a random teen from your door? Seems a bit shady. But, well, Avengers gotta stick together I guess.”