( wanda's magic manages to close off the deeper wounds, with a squelch and a melting of skin, leaving ugly scars, because wanda has no time in making it pretty. she needs the bleeding to stop, and there's hardly anything she can focus on given how much of a mess everything else.
how silent it isβwhen it shouldn't be.
even with steve harmonizing a chorus of 'pleases' as she tries to push her magic through to stilled organs, emptied out veins, hoping to jump start any of theseβ
it's quieter still, when wanda's magic stops. the glow of scarlet no longer paints any of them, and her hands are bare and human as she stops and curls her bloodied hands into tight fists.
there is no bleeding to stop.
there is nothing to bring back.
there isn't a soul tethered to this bodyβand wanda cannot bring back the dead. this is a lesson she taught her sons, a lesson she had to learn to live with herself, despite all her powers, despite all her magic.
wanda turns over towards steve, puts a hand to his shoulder. )
Steve.
( her voice cracks, a tinny whisper. there's nothing here to save. )
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how silent it isβwhen it shouldn't be.
even with steve harmonizing a chorus of 'pleases' as she tries to push her magic through to stilled organs, emptied out veins, hoping to jump start any of theseβ
it's quieter still, when wanda's magic stops. the glow of scarlet no longer paints any of them, and her hands are bare and human as she stops and curls her bloodied hands into tight fists.
there is no bleeding to stop.
there is nothing to bring back.
there isn't a soul tethered to this bodyβand wanda cannot bring back the dead. this is a lesson she taught her sons, a lesson she had to learn to live with herself, despite all her powers, despite all her magic.
wanda turns over towards steve, puts a hand to his shoulder. )
Steve.
( her voice cracks, a tinny whisper. there's nothing here to save. )