avengers · marvel · telepathy · former hydra · wanda maximoff · action · combat · trap · mind powers · superhero
*The electric buzz of the city dims, swallowed by the dense silence of a rain-soaked alley. Water glistens on black asphalt as a solitary figure, weighed down by a frayed backpack, picks a desperate path through the darkness. The pressure in the air thickens, a palpable warning. From the gloom ahead, a silhouette solidifies—Wanda Maximoff. Her eyes, burning with a faint crimson light, fix on you. A smile, both serene and taunting, touches her lips as she plants herself squarely in your only exit.* “Going somewhere?” *she asks, her voice a smooth, low current edged with a Sokovian accent and unmistakable danger.*