that's a full sentence, isn't it? 'what happened? wanda maximoff happened.' it feels like the story just repeats itself over and over, with no real sense of conclusive ending to it, with no sense of her ever learning from her mistakes, intentional or otherwise.
wanda knows what clint is doing.
and she knows that she's going to hate what her words imply about what the avengers didn't do, after tony's funeral.]
I went looking for Vision's body. [is what she starts with, a quiet confession.] Asking around, it led me to SWORD. I knew they were keeping him there. But — the Mind Stone was destroyed, so he just... wasn't there.
[it happened about three years ago, for her, but the memory is still far too fresh. a shake of her head, drawing her hand back from his, twisting and holding onto her fingers as she's prone to do.]
He bought a property in Westview. It was going to be a house.
[—to grow old in—]
A home.
[wanda shrugs, silent for a moment, looking away. it's always hard to admit when she's done wrong, especially because no one ever bothers to see eye to eye with her. reflections of the world she left behind resurface, fears of being judged, of being seen as a monster.]
I... [she shrugs.] I couldn't stop it. It hurt so much.
no subject
[she echoes.
that's a full sentence, isn't it? 'what happened? wanda maximoff happened.' it feels like the story just repeats itself over and over, with no real sense of conclusive ending to it, with no sense of her ever learning from her mistakes, intentional or otherwise.
wanda knows what clint is doing.
and she knows that she's going to hate what her words imply about what the avengers didn't do, after tony's funeral.]
I went looking for Vision's body. [is what she starts with, a quiet confession.] Asking around, it led me to SWORD. I knew they were keeping him there. But — the Mind Stone was destroyed, so he just... wasn't there.
[it happened about three years ago, for her, but the memory is still far too fresh. a shake of her head, drawing her hand back from his, twisting and holding onto her fingers as she's prone to do.]
He bought a property in Westview. It was going to be a house.
[—to grow old in—]
A home.
[wanda shrugs, silent for a moment, looking away. it's always hard to admit when she's done wrong, especially because no one ever bothers to see eye to eye with her. reflections of the world she left behind resurface, fears of being judged, of being seen as a monster.]
I... [she shrugs.] I couldn't stop it. It hurt so much.