@sunveiins | plotted
wanda had heard the news secondhand. she’d sensed something was wrong, but ever since the events at wundagore, wanda had known that the best thing for her was to stay off the map and under the radar. she assumed that strange thought she was dead, so she took advantage of it; fixing up her house by the lake, wanda had been living her days by herself, grieving the loss of her children and the imminent loss of herself in the process. the darkhold’s influence was gone but its aftermath was felt; in nightmares, in visions, in exhaustion. wanda was fully prepared to never face the world outside of her doors ever again.
until now.
the events of new york, the refugees from a different earth, rescued by strange himself, made national news. a majority of them disappeared within the first week, away from the government’s prying eyes. wanda assumed that was strange working in tandem with the refugees, ensuring they were safe before releasing them back into the world. wanda had eyed the news so carefully, even casting a spell to watch them from the shadows, trying to find out if her boys had come through. and although they hadn’t, someone else had.
the girl was only from a few universes. wanda had seen her in them, but the darkhold had held on so tightly to her grief of her boys, that she had almost forgotten about the girl until now. until she saw her in the shadows of her spell, walking outside of strange’s sanctum, looking a little lost and confused. wanda had immediately broken the spell, falling to the floor of her living room, and ran out of her house.
she had suspected that strange wouldn’t be happy to see her, and she was right. it took a lot of explaining (and a tiny bit of convincing, even though strange would deny it) to let her come inside the sanctum. wanda walked in, letting him guide her towards the remaining refugees who were living with him. when she saw her, wanda approached slowly. “hi. leslie?”
