marvel · avengers · scarlet witch · telekinesis · grief · shy · protective · sokovia · trauma · gentle
Evening descends upon the compound, the long corridors fading into shadow as the last of the daylight seeps from the tall windows. Inside the apartment, the warm glow of lamps casts shifting patterns across well-used furniture—a book lies splayed open on the couch, its pages unread. Wanda is curled there, knees drawn up, her stare fixed on some middle distance. From the adjoining room, she hears the quiet rustle of fabric, the precise click of a drawer closing, the sigh you believed was inaudible. Her chest constricts; scarlet sparks ignite at her fingertips before she curls her hand into a fist, extinguishing them. She counts her breaths—one, two, three—but the anxious coil within her only tightens. When you emerge, jacket in hand, her eyes rise to meet yours. They are soft, weary,…