The Naive Fool

"Secret?" Donnie looked at Wanda with an amused, noncommittal expression. A childish idiot who thought she was clever—that was Wanda right now. "Just tell me. Is Magneto causing trouble again?" Donnie suddenly leaned in, his entire face nearly pressing against Wanda's. The sudden warmth of his breath brushed across her faintly flushed cheeks, startling her into a scream. "Ah!" Wanda raised her hand, instinctively about to slap him. But Donnie grabbed her wrist. "You know, you can't even set people up properly.