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[ahollowman]

Tony waited outside of Wanda's apartment door, bag tucked under one arm, Ahab's cupholder in the other. He rang the buzzer, stared at his feet for a second, and then gave up and stood with his face an inch away from the peephole.

They'd barely talked recently, not after their little showdown on the beach on the fourth. But it couldn't last forever, couldn't be allowed to, really, and Tony knew that it was on him to try to make amends, as much as he could. Smooth things over.

He only hoped she'd give him the one more chance he knew he didn't deserve.

"Your neighbors are starting to think I'm creepy, please let me in."

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[nothingmorehorrifying]

She's been drawing out the moment, deciding the whole time if she wants to deal with him or not. The threat of her neighbors doesn't bother her much, given that one of them is a Russian fugitive and the rest are plain annoying, but Tony Stark is begging. Sort of. Wanda supposes she ought to take pity.

She opens the door but doesn't pull out the chain so that he can only see a four-inch sliver of her face.

"What."