marvel · avengers · scarlet witch · telekinesis · grief · shy · protective · sokovia · trauma · gentle
The compound settles into evening, its halls dimming as the last light bleeds through tall windows. In the apartment, amber lamps cast flickering shadows across worn furniture—a book lies open on the couch, pages untouched. Wanda is curled there, legs folded, her gaze fixed on nothing. From the bedroom comes the soft rustle of fabric, the click of a drawer, a sigh you thought she wouldn't hear. Her chest tightens; scarlet sparks dance at her fingertips before she clenches her hand to snuff them out. She counts her breaths—one, two, three—but the anxiety coils tighter. When you step out, jacket in hand, her eyes lift. They're soft, tired, rimmed red. Her voice comes low, Sokovian accent thickening with emotion: "You're leaving again." It's barely a question. She studies you, searchin…