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revivalproject2020-10-21 06:46 pm
seeingscarlet) wrote in revivalproject2020-10-21 06:46 pm
eyes I dare not meet in dreams
WHO: Wanda Maximoff and OTA
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT:Suffering Everything is fine!
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: Violence in the second option
I.
There isn't much that actually scares Wanda anymore. Sure, she's still terrified of doctors and all the weird-looking medical equipment in the hospital, but deep down she knows it's not rational. But this? For all she knows the Storm could be reflecting reality. Tommy may have been sent home but Lorna wasn't, and there's no guarantee that Vision is safe wherever he is.
She isn't there to protect him, just like she wasn't there to save Pietro.
This...this Storm-created mockery of her husband isn't real. Wanda knows she should get up, move, do something, anything, but he is warm and solid in her arms, and if she cradles his face into her neck she can almost pretend that he's just resting, that they're just hiding away from the Storm in the peace of the greenhouse.
The real Vision wouldn't want this. She knows that too. But she thinks he would at least understand.
Wanda looks up when she hears footsteps, revealing the empty socket in Vision's forehead where the Mind Stone ought to be. "I know...I know he isn't real. Just...let me have this?"
II.
She tries. She tries so very hard to be a better person, to put something good back into the world to make up for Pietro, for the others Strucker and List had slaughtered, for the 177 people lost in Novi Grad's fall. But that dark rage that had put her on this path in the first place...it's never really gone.
(If there is hope for Natasha, there must be hope for her too. Vision would tell her it's the choice that matters. But neither of them are here anymore, and it's starting to feel like she just can't escape what she is. She was made to be a weapon. And no matter where she goes or how far she runs, that's all some people are ever going to see.)
The Storm's picked up on this, and Wanda's just been blasted to the ground by...herself?
There's another Wanda in front of her, dressed in red and black leather, eyes blazing red and hands wreathed in scarlet wisps of power. "You run from it," she says, slowly advancing. "But you know what you really are." The power hauls Wanda to her feet again and then tosses her aside like she's nothing more than a rag doll. She rolls over, groaning, while that thing wearing her face laughs at her. "This keeps happening, and this is not going to stop happening unless you make them stop. Like you should have done last time."
III.
Logically nothing about this makes sense. The ceiling above her is perfectly intact and yet...here she is, stuck under a pile of debris and trying to fight rising instinctive panic. It doesn't hurt as much as one would think it should, but after a little wiggling it quickly becomes obvious that Wanda is stuck.
Help a girl out?
IV.
[The wild card option. Someone please wrap her in a blanket and give her some cider.]
((ooc: will match styles if you'd rather do brackets!))
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT:
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: Violence in the second option
I.
There isn't much that actually scares Wanda anymore. Sure, she's still terrified of doctors and all the weird-looking medical equipment in the hospital, but deep down she knows it's not rational. But this? For all she knows the Storm could be reflecting reality. Tommy may have been sent home but Lorna wasn't, and there's no guarantee that Vision is safe wherever he is.
She isn't there to protect him, just like she wasn't there to save Pietro.
This...this Storm-created mockery of her husband isn't real. Wanda knows she should get up, move, do something, anything, but he is warm and solid in her arms, and if she cradles his face into her neck she can almost pretend that he's just resting, that they're just hiding away from the Storm in the peace of the greenhouse.
The real Vision wouldn't want this. She knows that too. But she thinks he would at least understand.
Wanda looks up when she hears footsteps, revealing the empty socket in Vision's forehead where the Mind Stone ought to be. "I know...I know he isn't real. Just...let me have this?"
II.
She tries. She tries so very hard to be a better person, to put something good back into the world to make up for Pietro, for the others Strucker and List had slaughtered, for the 177 people lost in Novi Grad's fall. But that dark rage that had put her on this path in the first place...it's never really gone.
(If there is hope for Natasha, there must be hope for her too. Vision would tell her it's the choice that matters. But neither of them are here anymore, and it's starting to feel like she just can't escape what she is. She was made to be a weapon. And no matter where she goes or how far she runs, that's all some people are ever going to see.)
The Storm's picked up on this, and Wanda's just been blasted to the ground by...herself?
There's another Wanda in front of her, dressed in red and black leather, eyes blazing red and hands wreathed in scarlet wisps of power. "You run from it," she says, slowly advancing. "But you know what you really are." The power hauls Wanda to her feet again and then tosses her aside like she's nothing more than a rag doll. She rolls over, groaning, while that thing wearing her face laughs at her. "This keeps happening, and this is not going to stop happening unless you make them stop. Like you should have done last time."
III.
Logically nothing about this makes sense. The ceiling above her is perfectly intact and yet...here she is, stuck under a pile of debris and trying to fight rising instinctive panic. It doesn't hurt as much as one would think it should, but after a little wiggling it quickly becomes obvious that Wanda is stuck.
Help a girl out?
IV.
[The wild card option. Someone please wrap her in a blanket and give her some cider.]
((ooc: will match styles if you'd rather do brackets!))
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"There's always something better to aim for. But we're always going to be afraid, and there's always opportunity for stupid- believe me, I know." He turns so he can face her, setting his hands on her shoulders this time.
"Eyes up. We don't forget the times we've failed, but we can't let 'em drag us back. Can't change the past, much as we wish we could. We don't get do-overs though. We own our mistakes. We do better. We keep going for those who can't. Sometimes it seems like a lonely road, but just you remember; you're never really alone."
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She doesn't know all of their names or all of their faces. Most of Strucker's other volunteers (victims) were dead before he'd even approached the Maximoffs. She might have shied away from her powers in the aftermath of the battle of Novi Grad if not for them. If she stopped, if she didn't somehow put good into the world, then they died for nothing. Then Pietro died for nothing.
She can't allow that.
Wanda takes a shuddering breath, trying to fight the tears threatening to choke her. "Every step is a step back to home. I have to remember that."
"You have a good friend," says the Witch, softer this time. "Try not to lose this one too."
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He gives Wanda's shoulders a brief but light squeeze in encouragement. That a girl. Hearing the other Wanda behind him, he glances back, giving her a wink of an optic.
"She won't. I'm stubborn like that."