prompt 3: Was your character at the airport battle in Berlin? If so, which side were they on? Did they attend the drafting of the new accords?
Sirens, loud, echoing. She can feel the tightening in her chest, panic and nerves coming to choke her. The airport, being evacuated of potential casualties.
Wanda sees Steve, sees him mouth the words, “Suit up,” but her ears are ringing. The last time she did this things ended ba- the parking structure being to shake, the others trying to grab onto something to steady themselves but it’s no use. She looks down and realizes she is the one making the building shake, she can’t control herself, her powers aren’t her own, She’s going to end up killing everyone-
Wanda gasps, waking up in her bed in Elysium. Her breath comes hard and fast,. She tries to swallow but her mouth is dry. She forces herself up out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom, blinding herself by turning on the lights. Wanda grips the edge of the sink to try to help balance herself.
Turning the faucet on, she cups her hands and begins drinking as much water as she can, then splashes some of the cool liquid on her face and neck. She walks and sits on the edge of the bathtub, cradling her head in her hands. Wanda was safe here, but not safe from nightmares, not safe from memories, not safe from the mistakes, the lives she’d had a hand ending. She knew in her heart that being on Steve’s side was right, but at what cost? Was it worth it now?
“Yes” she whispered to herself, combing her hair back with her fingers.
She moved to sit in the empty bath, clothed. Wanda laid her head back, closing her eyes, and placed her palms against the inside of the tub, pressing carefully and tensing her body. She tried to remember the signing of the accords, where she had stood between Steve and Clint. Tony had looked at her with a sort of bitterness, like she was a wild animal that had yet to be trained by a master. But there was something else in his eyes, that she wasn’t able to put her finger on that day. Perhaps it was remorse? Sympathy? Fear? Whatever it was, Wanda noted it made him seem more human to her than he ever had been.
Taking a few deep breaths, Wanda let her eyes flutter open, gaining control of her breathing once again.
She had to control her powers, not let them control her.
Wanda closed her eyes again, eventually falling asleep in the cold hard tub, with the bright bathroom lights on.
How could darkness penetrate this kind of light? This warmth? There was not enough room for the nightmares of weeks ago to invade this place.
It was the safest she had felt in a long time.
