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“Shh… Shh, I’m here… It’s okay, it’s over…” //got there first
Wanda shook and sobbed, even as Coulson pulled her into his arms and spoke soothingly in her ear. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but cry into his shoulder. The explosion still rattled through her bones, the dust from the collapsed building coated her lungs. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure where or when she was. If she was ten, again, or twenty-five, still.
it-is-a-magical-place it too lazy to send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms in an ask
There had been an explosion. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, how many new bombs there were or how far away they were, Wanda would recognize that sound anywhere. Her heart caught in her throat. She remembered. The bottom had fallen out of the world.
Wanda was on her feet instantly, running towards the sound. Pushing past scattered SHIELD agents. She didn’t think, just moved. Red mist swirled around her, protecting her, as she plunged into what was left of the building.
“Phil!” she screamed over and over. Until she found him trapped under a piece of wall. Wanda skidded to her knees next to him, wrapped her arms around him. Cradled him on her lap as she tried to force the debris away.
It was already too late. She knew that. His week hand came up to push her hair out of her face.
“It’s okay, kiddo,” he mumbled. “I love you.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Wanda whispered, shaking. “Don’t leave me, Phil. You promised you wouldn’t. Stay with me, Phil. Phil...”
He went limp against her.
“... Daddy?”
[Stomach pains] Walking into the room Coulson immediately places the tray down and hastily moves over to her. "Wanda, I'm taking you to the medbay okay?"
With a wince, Wanda nodded. She wanted to tell him that everything was okay and he really didn’t need to fuss. That she absolutely didn’t need to go down to the med bay to be poked and prodded. But all that came out was a pained whimper and she curled tighter in on herself.
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I'm super down with that AU idea. Dooooo it.
"God damn it Wanda! Stupidity will get you killed!"
“It’s fine. I’m fine.” Wanda winced as the nurse cleaning her injury aggressively swabbed the gash again. The bullet had only grazed her, but that didn’t stop it from stinging. “I had to do it.” She’d dive in front of a bullet for a teammate every time. Their lives were worth more than hers.
sparkplvg Look at his Ability. 616!Lincoln?
Saw that, but crossed him off because I refuse to think Lincoln is the result of white washing.
it-is-a-magical-place replied to your post: And then there is this asshole joining...
Afterlife is in the Himalayas. That means we could get the first look at Attilan
Instead of Black Bolt’s terrigen bomb, I’m assuming the fish oil actually becomes a legit mode of terrigenesis. Because Lash decides to go Judge Jury and Executioner on those he doesn’t deem worthy who were put through the mists from the terrigen bomb.
Lash is from the Greenland group of inhumans, so maybe there are more refuges for their kind beyond Afterlife? Maybe Attilan?
I’m assuming he’s going to be a pain in the ass in general.
*flies at inhxmancrystal for confirmation because I haven’t gotten to the terrigen bomb plot line yet.*
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"Here." Wanda unceremoniously dropped the small plate on Coulson's desk and stepped back. Awkwardly, she rubbed her arm and kept her eyes on the floor. She had tried to make him a cake out of a box. Operative word being tried. It had turned into a batch of cupcakes after half the batter had ended up on the floor. All that was left of that was one mostly okay cupcake and one that looked extremely lopsided but hopefully still edible. The rest had met with an unfortunate oven fire. Really, it was nothing like the spectacular cakes her mama had baked on the twins' birthday, but Wanda hoped the same sentiment came across.
