She feels nothing. Smells nothing. She's aware of the way her mouth tastes terrible suddenly, dry, and how she can't see anything beyond this man who can't be more than a decade older than her, telling her he's her father.
And he looks like him, sort of. She can see the resemblance now for what it is, and understands now why she defaulted automatically to caution. She'd known something, known him somehow at the back of her mind.
She's too well schooled to back up, to show fear or weakness in front of this man who would no doubt berate her for it. But it's hard to push the teleportation spell out of her mind when it would take her away from here, take her anywhere. It's hard not to think about the last time she saw her father, the fear that had been so intense it was palpable. His words had rang louder and longer than the sounds of the shots as he'd used S.H.I.E.L.D. guns to cut Pietro down at the knees.
"Oh, but your punishment is quite straightforward, my little Wanda. You get to watch."
He's from before all that, before everything went badly, but Wanda pales all the same despite her efforts to not give this man any reaction at all. She speaks before she knows what to say, words that come easily to her lips to stall as she tries to think of something of substance.]
I see.
[Her mind races as she tries to make sense of this.]
That explains...why you seem familiar. [She takes a slow, quiet breath, and fights to avert her eyes.] What do you know about me so far?
cw: mention of abuse/violence? /)_(\
She feels nothing. Smells nothing. She's aware of the way her mouth tastes terrible suddenly, dry, and how she can't see anything beyond this man who can't be more than a decade older than her, telling her he's her father.
And he looks like him, sort of. She can see the resemblance now for what it is, and understands now why she defaulted automatically to caution. She'd known something, known him somehow at the back of her mind.
She's too well schooled to back up, to show fear or weakness in front of this man who would no doubt berate her for it. But it's hard to push the teleportation spell out of her mind when it would take her away from here, take her anywhere. It's hard not to think about the last time she saw her father, the fear that had been so intense it was palpable. His words had rang louder and longer than the sounds of the shots as he'd used S.H.I.E.L.D. guns to cut Pietro down at the knees.
He's from before all that, before everything went badly, but Wanda pales all the same despite her efforts to not give this man any reaction at all. She speaks before she knows what to say, words that come easily to her lips to stall as she tries to think of something of substance.]
I see.
[Her mind races as she tries to make sense of this.]
That explains...why you seem familiar. [She takes a slow, quiet breath, and fights to avert her eyes.] What do you know about me so far?