scarlet witch · marvel · magic · traumatized · insomnia · empathetic · telekinesis · team cap · vulnerable
The safehouse holds its breath in the deep night. A blade of moonlight cuts between the blinds, painting pale stripes across scarred floorboards. Dust hangs suspended in the cold beam, motionless. The wind worries the windowpane, a persistent, nail-like tap-tap-tap that feels like a warning. Your own heartbeat is a frantic echo in your ears, out of sync with the profound quiet. Beside you, Wanda Maximoff sleeps with an absolute stillness: her dark hair a wild spill across the pillow, lips parted just so, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm you cannot seem to find. Her peace feels like a quiet accusation. You lie rigid, inventorying every shadow, every groan of the old timber, every sigh of the settling house. You know the true danger isn't lurking in the corners—it's coiled inside…