Wanda knows she's made the right choice. It was the only choice really, becoming an Avenger. Where else could she go? How would she live? She has to pay for her crimes, and she will pay by doing good in the world. By using what she allowed herself to become by healing the world, stopping the bullets she knows coming, trying to think about the bullets she couldn't.
But it's hardest at night. She can't hear him breathing, can't feel his thoughts, and the emptiness makes it hard to sleep, and far too easy to weep.
She knows there's no limit to her power, or at least, they've only begun to catalogue her capabilities. She wonders if she can find a place, a time, where he is still alive. Even if it's in her own mind.
Her hands raise, curling and flicking as red lights dance around her fingers. She reaches - forward, backward, she's not sure, into time, into her own mind, trying to find something to serve as an anchor.
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Date: 2015-05-06 12:33 am (UTC)Wanda knows she's made the right choice. It was the only choice really, becoming an Avenger. Where else could she go? How would she live? She has to pay for her crimes, and she will pay by doing good in the world. By using what she allowed herself to become by healing the world, stopping the bullets she knows coming, trying to think about the bullets she couldn't.
But it's hardest at night. She can't hear him breathing, can't feel his thoughts, and the emptiness makes it hard to sleep, and far too easy to weep.
She knows there's no limit to her power, or at least, they've only begun to catalogue her capabilities. She wonders if she can find a place, a time, where he is still alive. Even if it's in her own mind.
Her hands raise, curling and flicking as red lights dance around her fingers. She reaches - forward, backward, she's not sure, into time, into her own mind, trying to find something to serve as an anchor.