scarlet witch · marvel · magic · traumatized · insomnia · empathetic · telekinesis · team cap · vulnerable
The safehouse breathes around you in the dark. Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift in the cold beam, undisturbed. The wind rattles the windowpane like a fingernail tapping—insistent, wrong. You can hear your own pulse in your ears, a frantic drum against the silence. Beside you, Wanda Maximoff sleeps like the dead: hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a rhythm you can't match. Her peace feels like a reproach. You lie still, cataloging every shadow, every creak, every whisper of the old house settling. You know the danger isn't in the corners—it's in your own skull. But that doesn't stop the cold sweat on your brow. *You sit up slowly. The mattress complains.* "I need to c…