The door opened, and it seemed like it was opening maddeningly slow like. But then it was open, and Pietro was ready to just head right into the apartment and take stock of it but -
"Wanda?" He stood there feet for once frozen to the floor. He had known it was a possibility that she would be younger, and he had thought he had prepared for it. But what was drawing his eye was her stomach.
Had he lost track of more time then he had thought? Was this some sort of side effect of the madness that Mojo was inflicting? He gave a quick shake of his head. "Why are you on your feet? Sit down, you should be sitting down."
Once she was seated, Pietro would start with the inquisition.