For a moment, Wanda feels a little like a conduit for too much power. Like a shock without a surge protector, everything wants to go everywhere. It's only the simple memory, the plain fact that she isn't just power, that she's human, that pulls her back to herself.

The smell of melting plastic is an unpleasant reality too.

"The jacket is strapped at the back of the shoulders." If she ever gets out of this, if the Avengers are ever anything like they once were, she'll need to ask Natasha about freeing herself from one.