The situation was one that Wanda was familiar with. She constantly surrounded herself by people who pushed themselves past their points of endurance. It was the sort of trait that she didn't hate, even when it was frustrating.

She watched as Sam knelt to look at her ankle and decided it was unavoidable.

"It's just sprained." Wanda assured the other woman though if Sam really looked she'd notice that it was also a little swollen and turning the skin red. It'd get worse if Wanda continued to use it.

Her lips twitched at Sam's comparison. Wanda liked sharks.