Wanda Maximoff

She'd gone back and forth on it for a while, uncertain of whether or not it was appropriate to ask this kind of favor. For Wanda, the 1940s is a distant time in black and white. For Peggy, it's a vivid, technicolor yesterday. Finally, she'd supposed that there was no harm in asking. To her relief, Peggy's said yes and so Wanda ends up at Candlewood Apartments, getting buzzed in and heading toward #4B.

"Hello," she calls, knocking on the door. Wanda's handbag is currently stuffed full with whatever clothing she'd thought might be suitable, plus all of her makeup. It's probably overkill, all things considered.