Peter wasn't exactly at the bonfire, he was there, in the afterglow of it, but he was a tiny bit away with his back towards the fire, looking out over the ocean's lapping seas. The froth of the edges of the ocean mesmerizing, the bright, full moonlight bouncing off of the surface of the water breathtaking. It wasn't some solemn, tragic moment he was reflecting on that brought him out there, it was simply the beauty of it, the peacefulness of it, and his own thoughts. Because he was Peter Parker, it wouldn't be a normal day if he wasn't overthinking on a couple of things.
With his arms resting softly on his knees, he just stared out, nothing in hand, not tinkering with anything, he was just enjoying the view. It was a warm night, meaning he was shirtless and in a pair of swim shorts that were worn loosely around his waist.
Wanda:
Wanda had fashioned herself a simple sarong from some of the lighter fabric, but her feet were bare as she walked away from the bonfire, a makeshift cup of vodka in hand. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd, looking over the other people who surrounded the fire, but she found herself drawn, instead, to the peacefulness of the shore. While she didn't mind being social, she seemed more prone to seeking solitude. The bonfire was hardly a place for it, but she was trying to make the attempt.
Seeing Peter standing away from the group made her feel like she was still meeting that aim while still being apart from the larger group. She approached him quietly, looking over the water for a moment before speaking.
"It's a beautiful view, isn't it," she said, her accent still as thick as the day she'd arrived.