Roadtrip psl

[behexed]

[Wanda pulls into the garage of Bucky's building to meet him at his request. She was surprised to get the call but she wasn't mad. She'd been hiding out on her own for awhile now, and it was starting to wear on her. A change of scenery and some company wouldn'tbe unwelcome]

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[behexed]

[Starts the engine up again.]

You're not going to tell me what you got?

[Even as she says it, though, she's pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward a nearby park]

[leftcold]

What? You don't like surprises?

[behexed]

Depends on the surprise.

[leftcold]

Do you like blueberries?

[behexed]

I do like blueberries.

[leftcold]

Then it's a good surprise.

[behexed]

Then I'll look forward to it.

[She's pulling up to a park with a little picnic area.]

[leftcold]

After your sandwich. Don't want to spoil your appetite.

[behexed]

[She is amused.]

Really? You're worried about that?

[leftcold]

Not really, but Sam'll call and yell at me if he finds our you're not eating right.

[behexed]

Would he. How would he find out? Is Redwing spying on us?

[leftcold]

I fully expect him to ask tonight when he texts.

[behexed]

I see. So you're spying on us.

[leftcold]

I'm not spying on us.

[Sitting at a picnic table, legs stretched out.]

He'll just know if I lie.

[behexed]

Through a text? Impressive. And here I thought I was the mind reader.

[leftcold]

No. He'll just assume I'm lying.

[behexed]

Even if you're telling the truth?

[leftcold]

Probably, but that way I get the last word when it turns out I'm telling the truth.

[behexed]

Oh. I see. Of course.

[She may be laughing at him a little bit.]

[leftcold]

Trust me. I'm keeping us both out of trouble on this one.

[behexed]

[Taking a seat at the picnic table herself.]

I suppose I should be thanking you, then.

[leftcold]

Damn straight.

[Passing her a sandwich, wrapped in paper.]

[behexed]

[Takes the sandwich.]

Thank you.

[More for the sandwich than the Sam thing, but he can take it however he wants.]

[leftcold]

[He'll assume it's the sandwich because Wanda clearly doesn't know Sam well enough to appreciate getting the last word against him.]

You're welcome.

[Unpacking his own lunch.]

[behexed]

[Yes, it’s clearly that she doesn’t know Sam and not that he and Bucky are ridiculous.]

What kind of sandwich did you get?