Wanda felt herself rising into the air and she was surprised, but only vaguely, only distantly because there were other things to worry about. Risk. Failure. Death. Imminent, obvious, careening towards her at breakneck speeds, and she rose to meet it. Another futile, stupid danger, like the gun in the alley way and Wanda had moved to meet it. Like every other thing she'd ever done wrong in her life. Because someone needed her. Because Cap believed in her. He promised, he promised everything was going to be fine and she knew, Wanda knew, it wouldn't. She was, she noted, surprisingly calm for someone facing Death. Welcoming Death.
And was this Death? Wanda awaited the cliche; her life flashing before her eyes, and there it was in bits and pieces. In moments and words and feelings and eyes and lips and seconds and hours and eternities. A flash, and gone, forgotten. Her entire life, meaningless, or meant maybe for this moment. And she thought of everything she'd never done and everything she would never do. If this was Death, it was serene. It was speculative. It was nothing. It was everything. It was resignation. Would it hurt? Had anyone ever loved her, and meant it, god, was she actually loved?
God. Wanda had never believed, couldn't believe, and she tried now. She tried in these frigid forever ending moments like slow motion, to find something. Anything. Everything she could never have faith in and tried to have faith in. Our father who art in Heaven- and Yehe shmeh rabba mevarakh- and This tower was a giant, standing with its back to the plight of the ants. But all she could see was blue, and all she could think was numbers, over dim window glass, back lit by a bright cloud-scudded sky in a room with his arms wrapped around her. A private hedonistic temple and numbers that meant a world, her world, the world. And people.
The people below who deserved to live, who needed to live. Wanda had faith in that fact. And Steve, loyal to the end and stoic in the face of death. Wanda had faith in Captain America. And all of the other people that she loved, and would she ever see them again? Billy and Teddy, Uncle Charles and the kids at the school, Nick and Clint and Pietro and Tony. Tony. His arms and his eyes and his mouth and his voice and- she would see him again. She would. She would see them all again.