“That bad.” that confirmation comes mirthlessly. Seriously. Buffy wasn’t around the last time Wanda went postal, she can’t possibly realize how bad it can get. How scary that woman is. Vision’s a pacifier and, thus far, he’s kept her calm but, like everyone else, Faith’s worried off her ass over what’ll happen when the pacifier stops pacifying.
“Hey, I didn’t shut her out, man. Not even a call I can make. I’m just the muscle. Get on Fury’s dick about that. Alls I’m saying is the girl’s dangerous. Like, global destruction, psycho Willow, dangerous. Just gonna lay it out for you, B. My life? It’s finally a life. I’m getting married, for shit’s sake… if they launch Maximoff back into the fray and it all goes sideways? I got skin in this game. I’m not about to risk Banner over it. Think I won’t get real dangerous, real fast? Think again.”
“Meow. Remind me not to…” Wait a second! Did Buffy just hear that correctly? Because it sure as hell sounded a lot like marriage. You know, a term one would only use when they’re on their way to, well, getting married. And no way would her sister Slayer drop a bomb like that without so much as a flinch. Come to think of it, was Faith even the marrying type?
Buffy had always assumed not, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t taking this seriously, the mug her hands are wrapped around pressed faintly against her lips as her brows squish together in curiosity. When she finally lowers her coffee to speak she does so quizzically, but still shooting for casual, “That’s funny. For a second there it sounded like…”
Holy cow, there it is. Right there. The answer that’s been in front of her all this time, although Buffy was either too dumb or too caffeinated to realize it.
Having seriously lost all interest in her coffee she places it aside without ceremony before reaching for Faith’s hand - the one showcasing a massive chunk of rock and without permission. Buffy stares down at it in awe, mouth agape and trying to muster up a response - any kind of response, but when she manages to do so it’s without any kind of eloquence, “Get out!”