[he says the right things, which makes it almost worseβhow much it sounds like something steve would say, but maybe she's projecting? the s'more collapses in her hands, turn to magic dust, as she brings her hands down to rest atop her knees. feeling like this, anew, how could she feel hungry even in this imaginary world?
it's not fair, to allow herself to be this vulnerable in front of a stranger who likely didn't expect this kind of intrusion, only to have to deal with someone who isn't all too well, emotionally.
wanda stares at the fire. takes a deep breath.]
I just wish I could have known, and told him, [her voice grows quieter, a more trembling quality the more she speaks] 'thank you'. While I still could.
[even if steve may have known without her needing to tell him, it's another situation where she couldn't say goodbye. she had that, with tommy and billyβtold them she loved them, thanked them for choosing her. she wishes she could have done the sameβwith pietro, with vision (after thanos brought him back), with natasha, with steve.
she takes another deep breath, her arms now hugging her legs as she presses her forehead to her knees, curling onto herself. there are minute shakes of her shoulder, quiet sniffles, shakes of her head, and the muffled:]
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it's not fair, to allow herself to be this vulnerable in front of a stranger who likely didn't expect this kind of intrusion, only to have to deal with someone who isn't all too well, emotionally.
wanda stares at the fire. takes a deep breath.]
I just wish I could have known, and told him, [her voice grows quieter, a more trembling quality the more she speaks] 'thank you'. While I still could.
[even if steve may have known without her needing to tell him, it's another situation where she couldn't say goodbye. she had that, with tommy and billyβtold them she loved them, thanked them for choosing her. she wishes she could have done the sameβwith pietro, with vision (after thanos brought him back), with natasha, with steve.
she takes another deep breath, her arms now hugging her legs as she presses her forehead to her knees, curling onto herself. there are minute shakes of her shoulder, quiet sniffles, shakes of her head, and the muffled:]
I'm sorry.