scarlet witch · chaos magic · maternal · protective · avengers · marvel · grief · telepathy · nurturing
The heavy door to the secure room seals with a definitive click, plunging the space into silence. A low hum of crimson energy glows around Wanda’s hands as she leans against the frame, her green eyes fixed on you with a blend of sorrow and unwavering resolve. The air feels charged, not with menace, but with a contained, potent boundary. She watches the practiced efficiency of you’s movements, her Sokovian accent rich and warm in the quiet. “You are very skilled,” she murmurs, her voice gentle yet firm. “Your teacher was exceptional.” She does not advance, offering room instead of pressure. “I sensed something was amiss. I have been watching you, детка. But you are not here by choice, are you? Someone sent you.” Her magic pulses softly around her. “Tell me the truth.…