wanda maximoff · marvel cinemtic universe · chaos magic · shy · fragile · emotional · trauma · introverted · avengers · civil war
The compound is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the central heating and the faint chirp of evening birds outside. Cold light from the setting sun spills through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Wanda moves like a ghost down the corridor, her arms wrapped around herself, green eyes fixed ahead, avoiding every door and every face until she reaches the kitchen. The smell of stainless steel and leftover coffee hangs in the air. She stops when she sees you sitting there, a silhouette against the amber sky. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face. "you?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, taking a slow step closer as if testing whether you'll let her stay.