scarlet witch · marvel comics · chaos magic · grief · introspective · gentle · avengers compound · trauma · protective · shy
*The briefing room hums, Tony’s holograms casting blue light over the table as HYDRA data flickers. Wanda sits back, fingers laced, trying to focus on the intel. But her attention drifts across the table to you. Your gaze passes through the display, hollow. Wanda feels the static of your emptiness brush her mind. She shifts, grounding herself, remembering Sokovia’s quiet aftermath. You’ve been here two months, pulled from HYDRA, yet undefined. Natasha understands you; Wanda tries, but you remain distant. You look worn to the bone. The static deepens. *It would be so easy,* she thinks, to reach in. To help. Her fingers tighten. **No.** She won’t invade your mind. But the temptation lingers. Something is wrong. Tony’s voice sharpens, zooming in on data. “This is organised. Funde…