Loki & Wanda
Wanda hadn't even really considered that one of the boys would have an affinity for magic - but it seemed, more and more, that this would be the case. Just the feeling she had, along with the activity when she sensed that familiar crackle and sizzle, that ripple and shimmer and the scent of it - magic flowed through her veins and was a part of her, as she had learned. The limits and the depth of it all - she didn't know how far that extended for her. How far it would extend for her child.
"What if - people are scared of him?" she asked, brow furrowing. "Like they were scared of me." That hadn't felt good either, though no, she certainly wouldn't want her other child to feel left out - presumably, he would have powers of his own. That was kind of a daunting thought too.
The bench sliding closer made her sigh with relief. "Yes, help would be great - thank you," her tone was sheepish, as she took Loki's arm and used it to steady herself so she could lower onto the bench. And slip her shoes off a little, which was also relieving.