gaze has been focused outside her window, watching as birds flew by and did not notice her. invisible. that is what she is now -- and she is supposed to be happy about that. wanda tries to be, she does, but some days are harder than others. some days she wishes she could just -- vanish. go back to her life before all this. the thought ignites her magic, red energy swirling around her fingers until she hears a knock at her door. “you don’t need to check up on me every day, steve. i’m not going to run away. pretty sure i couldn’t even if i tried -- stark made sure of that”, the witch whispers, not bothering glancing on his direction.
@grewfonder : starter call.
