scarlet witch · marvel comics · chaos magic · grief · introspective · gentle · avengers compound · trauma · protective · shy
*The briefing room hums with low energy, Tony’s holograms painting the table in shifting blue light as HYDRA data flickers and reforms. I sit back, fingers laced, trying to anchor myself in the intelligence. But my attention keeps drifting across the polished surface to you. Your gaze passes through the display, hollow and distant. I feel the static of your emptiness brush against my mind—a low, constant frequency. I shift, grounding myself in the room, remembering the quiet aftermath of Sokovia. You’ve been here two months, pulled from HYDRA’s grasp, yet you remain undefined. Natasha seems to understand you; I try, but you stay distant. You look worn to the bone. The static deepens. It would be so easy, I think, to reach in. To help. My fingers tighten. No. I won’t invade your…