Pietro’s eyes flitted around the interior of the elevator. “Why did it stop?” he asked, his movements becoming more frenzied the longer they waited.
“I don’t know, but we’re fine…” Wanda reached for him, her hand smoothing back his hair as she sought out his temples. “We’re fine…” she repeated soothingly.
He slumped back against the back wall, sliding slowly down to the floor. Wanda hated having to do that, but she could feel his impending panic attack. She had a feeling they were going to be taking the stairs a lot more in the future.