Wanda Maximoff

Steve had been a great teacher but a miserably early riser. She's told Tony on no uncertain terms that she will not be going for jogs anytime before dawn, but that doesn't mean she won't go running at all. In making an effort to return to being an Avenger, she's tried to recreate her regimen from the compound, only at a more human hour.  

There's no flying or throwing hex bolts here but she can still keep fit. It's midmorning now and she's gone to Petros Park at a leisurely pace, stretching her limbs at its westernmost part of the path. In the distance, she can see a yoga group meeting and tries to imitate some of their poses, deciding to join them next time. 

But first, a run. She'll never admit it to Tony but Wanda doesn't mind this part, even likes it sometimes. It reminds her of Pietro, even if she can never run as fast as he can. 

God she misses him. 

Wanda swallows the thought and starts to jog, determined now to outrun the memory. She's caught up in it that she doesn't see someone in her path.