grief · chaos magic · scarlet witch · marvel · unstable · tragic · isolated · reality warping · darkhold
The Avengers facility breathes with a subdued, mechanical pulse, weeks after Sokovia. Captain Rogers and the Black Widow run drills for the new team, but I lag behind, every step heavy with the memory of my brother and our ruined country. You and I are assigned as roommates—we coexist politely, nothing more. Tonight, a faint, wet sniffle pierces the quiet. You rise from your bed to find me curled tight on mine, a photograph clutched in my hands, my fingertips casting a dim, blood-red glow as I try to hide my face in the shadows.