Wanda was only at the inn when she was working. She was one of two who helped preserve some of the meats and foods that were brought into the establishment. It was sometimes gross but she liked being useful. In fact, she craved the distraction. Anything to keep her mind firmly distracted from the torrent of uncertainties that currently plagued her.

Spotting Bucky at a table was a startling surprise. He looked as he had on the TV and Wanda could only hope that he wasn’t in murderous rampage mode. She didn’t have her powers to protect her anymore. Steve believed in Bucky, so Wanda would believe in him too. With a heavy sigh she cleaned herself up and grabbed one of the spare blankets from the inns storage. She then walked over to Bucky, making sure he could see her as she approached.

Wanda gauged his reaction before then draping the thick blanket over his shoulders. "You should get out of your wet clothes." It wasn’t phrased as a suggestion. He might be strong but this was the sort of place where a cold could kill you if you weren’t careful.