Wanda too was absorbed, her senses wholly diverted by the sound of their panting and the rush of the jacuzzi jets and the feel of Tony's hands and lips and the thrashing of her own heartbeat. It was not until a raucous whirring, previously faint, sounded directly overhead that Wanda finally paid attention to something other than Tony and mumbled, "Is that a helicopter?" Hardly a minute passed before an insistent hammering began on the villa's front door. Wanda raised her eyebrows and disentangled herself from Tony's embrace, a frown twisting her lips. This couldn't possibly be good.