Wiccan was sitting at his desk reading up on the occult, hoping it would help him control his the more volatile nature of his magic that caused the Avengers to lock him up in the first place- something he inherited from his mother. He sighed, leaning his head on his hand, wondering how long he'd be cooped up in this place when he heard a light tapping as if on glass. Before he turned a smile slowly grew on his lips. He could hear the familiar flapping of large leather wings that could only be Teddy's. He turned and smiled brightly, getting up and opening the window. He leaned out, resting his head on his hands and looking at his boyfriend starry-eyed.
"Do you know how much I love you? I swear it's like you have a sixth sense. You always show up with presents when I feel like garbage."