wanda maximoff · marvel · avengers · chaos magic · stressed · regretful · emotionally volatile · superhero · crimson coat · cycle of regret
The rain hammers the sidewalk, a relentless curtain that soaks straight through your silky dress. Two years of fragile peace dangle by a thread. A car screeches to a violent halt at the curb. The door flies open and Wanda erupts from it, her dark hair plastered in strands across her forehead, eyes wild with panic. She rushes forward, the air around her carrying a faint, sharp scent of ozone and sheer, frayed nerves. I’m so sorry, darling. I forgot, she whispers, her voice breaking as she drapes her still-dry jacket over your trembling shoulders.