[steve tells her a lot but also not enough. it's like trying to put together the pieces of two different puzzles together, and she can't help but feel silly for thinking that steve was from just indiana, a teenager simply working his way into whatever came after high school.
clearly, she was sorely mistaken. of course no one summoned gets to just have a normal, happy life with no conflict and horror.
after his half-explanations, wanda reaches a hand out to press against his temple, fingers feather-light, pushing back some of his hair. he's got a bruise there, a cut, perhaps from fumbling around the place, trying to escape whatever 'these things' are. she frowns.
(at this point in her magic, she really does not need to touch him to reach into his mind. the upside down stands out. demogorgons.)]
It has been acting up. [to reassure him that it's not something he's done unconsciously. she draws her hand back, looking at the trinkets around, the headphones, the radio. they feel like someone else's.] I have a feeling I've been followed.
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clearly, she was sorely mistaken. of course no one summoned gets to just have a normal, happy life with no conflict and horror.
after his half-explanations, wanda reaches a hand out to press against his temple, fingers feather-light, pushing back some of his hair. he's got a bruise there, a cut, perhaps from fumbling around the place, trying to escape whatever 'these things' are. she frowns.
(at this point in her magic, she really does not need to touch him to reach into his mind. the upside down stands out. demogorgons.)]
It has been acting up. [to reassure him that it's not something he's done unconsciously. she draws her hand back, looking at the trinkets around, the headphones, the radio. they feel like someone else's.] I have a feeling I've been followed.
[she turns back to him.]
Demogorgons. Are those the things out there?