[wanda drops in on a stack of boxes. it cushions her fall as they cave under her weight, but it's enough to keep her upright and sitting up. the apartment she is in: it's small, packed, and looks like it's halfway through the process of being packed. the windows are fogged up, and it feels warm inside, the air somewhat stale, but for a sweet smell, likeโ
huh. cotton candy.
standing up, she stumbles over more boxes until she reaches the door, heading out into the corridor of more and more closed apartment doors. it reminds her of โ well, of her home back in sokovia, but this is definitely different. the place seems empty, but there's something off about the place.
as wanda steps outside into the hallway, her feet on the dusty, old carpet, she keeps a hand against the wall, dragging her fingers over it. she can't โ sense anyone else here, not on this floor anyway.]
Hello?
[โshe calls out, maybe futilely, as she reaches the end of the hallway, a dead end, and focuses her attention on the window to look outside. except it's ... strangely dark, and pink.]
โENSNARED [ steve rogers ]
huh. cotton candy.
standing up, she stumbles over more boxes until she reaches the door, heading out into the corridor of more and more closed apartment doors. it reminds her of โ well, of her home back in sokovia, but this is definitely different. the place seems empty, but there's something off about the place.
as wanda steps outside into the hallway, her feet on the dusty, old carpet, she keeps a hand against the wall, dragging her fingers over it. she can't โ sense anyone else here, not on this floor anyway.]
Hello?
[โshe calls out, maybe futilely, as she reaches the end of the hallway, a dead end, and focuses her attention on the window to look outside. except it's ... strangely dark, and pink.]