[visitors are the norm in the horizonβa domain that they all share. wanda herself has been guilty of being a tourist in the made-up world of others, traversing across their amalgam of a home without invitation. it's the small cabin and the looming mountains that belonged to sokovia that tend to turn any visitors away, though; what is there to see, in a place such as this? old, boring, abandoned. it's exactly how she wants it.
it's different today.
someone steps inside the cabin, calls for her name. wanda levitates above the cold stones, somewhere below the cabin, and opens her eyes. she waits, but doesn't move, hearing the creaking of the floorboards above her, the heavier fall that comes with descending stairs. it's intrusion, likely born of curiosity, and wanda finds herself unwilling to entertain it.
the lights of the candles that lines the stairs flicker once, twice, then they go out with what sounds like a gasp of air, leaving the entirety of bucky's path to drown in darkness. ah, it's bucky; she only makes the connection when her magic starts dressing up reality for the man. the darkness gives way, should bucky walk further down the stairs, a door opening on its own to reveal a familiar setting: home.
there's applause coming from somewhere above, where the ceiling can't be seen, dissolving instead into an uncomfortably silent void (it's so loud in how silent it is, the hum of static within it). but bucky gets no time to think too hard about it.]
There you are!
[it's wandaβbut it also isn't, looking younger than bucky would have last seen her, approaching him from across the room. if she resembles a sister, it's only because wanda's been able to draw from the memories in him. she holds onto his hand, dragging him closer, to where an obvious spotlight sits, warmer the longer he stands in the center of the room along with his 'sister'.]
closed Β· bucky barnes
it's different today.
someone steps inside the cabin, calls for her name. wanda levitates above the cold stones, somewhere below the cabin, and opens her eyes. she waits, but doesn't move, hearing the creaking of the floorboards above her, the heavier fall that comes with descending stairs. it's intrusion, likely born of curiosity, and wanda finds herself unwilling to entertain it.
the lights of the candles that lines the stairs flicker once, twice, then they go out with what sounds like a gasp of air, leaving the entirety of bucky's path to drown in darkness. ah, it's bucky; she only makes the connection when her magic starts dressing up reality for the man. the darkness gives way, should bucky walk further down the stairs, a door opening on its own to reveal a familiar setting: home.
there's applause coming from somewhere above, where the ceiling can't be seen, dissolving instead into an uncomfortably silent void (it's so loud in how silent it is, the hum of static within it). but bucky gets no time to think too hard about it.]
There you are!
[it's wandaβbut it also isn't, looking younger than bucky would have last seen her, approaching him from across the room. if she resembles a sister, it's only because wanda's been able to draw from the memories in him. she holds onto his hand, dragging him closer, to where an obvious spotlight sits, warmer the longer he stands in the center of the room along with his 'sister'.]
You said you'd be early today. What kept you?