“I can't believe you lost my sunglasses,” Wanda complained, picking up a canvas bag to search through it.
They were in her beach tower, Wanda having ushered Bucky inside the moment he'd gotten close enough. After she'd spoken hurriedly into the wall mounted telephone (sounding suspiciously like she was complaining) she'd hung up, fixed Bucky with a stern look, then began reprimanding him.
Bucky hadn't realised sunglasses were so important to humans.
He cleared his throat. “I didn't mean to lose the glasses,” he admitted.
Wanda paused to gawk at him.
“I can search for them next time I swim,” he offered.
Wanda shook her head. “Just...! Forget about the sunglasses.” She pulled out a piece of floral red material from the bag, thrust it at Bucky. “Here. Put that on. I can't talk to you
