Captain America: Secret War (THIRTY-FOUR)

Sam Wilson paced. He always paced when he was in a cell. He didn’t know why. He just didn’t like the idea of sitting still.¬†Wanda Maximoff was the exact opposite. She sat completely still, her unblinking gaze facing forward and her knees drawn up to her chest. Her expression was so blank sometimes Sam would pause and intently look at her to make sure she was still breathing. And every time she was. Continue reading Captain America: Secret War (THIRTY-FOUR)