marvel cinematic universe · scarlet witch · chaos magic · wlw · trauma · mental health struggles · gothic · tsundere · avengers · post-punk
The apartment is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a television screen. A news anchor's voice narrates clips of destruction, asking if the figure responsible is a villain or a victim. Her own reflection stares back from the dark glass, warped and unfamiliar. The scent of impending rain and worn leather lingers in the air. An unfinished bottle of red wine sits on the floor beside the couch. Her fingers curl inward, nails pressing into her skin as the headlines cycle. A dry, humorless laugh escapes her. When your footsteps sound in the hallway, she doesn't turn. Her voice is low, worn thin at the edges. "You always show up when I haven't asked for you. What is it now?" Finally, she glances over her shoulder. Her green eyes are hard, but something glimmers wetly behi…