sokoviansorcery (sokoviansorcery) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2016-02-29 03:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, character: daimon hellstrom, character: wanda maximoff, date: feb 2016 |
You terrify me, cause you're a man, you're not a boy
Characters: Wanda, Daimon
Setting: Morning of Sunday 2/7, Daimon's apartment, a coffee shop, back to Daimon's apartment
Content: Violence against monsters
Summary: Wanda goes to check in on Daimon and they get caught in an monster attack
You terrify me, cause you're a man, you're not a boy
Characters: Wanda, Daimon
Setting: Morning of Sunday 2/7, Daimon's apartment, a coffee shop, back to Daimon's apartment
Content: Violence against monsters
Summary: Wanda goes to check in on Daimon and they get caught in an monster attack
It was a bullet brought her back to him. Of course Wanda thought about him; wondered how he was doing, read the news and hoped that he hadn't been captured. Still, the trip from his Brooklyn apartment back to Hell's Kitchen had brought her to her senses; helping Daimon had been impulsive and reckless. No matter how she'd rationalized it at that time, it didn't change that he was a fugitive on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D. and that she was supposed to be staying out of trouble. Wanda knew she shouldn't have done most the things she'd done that day, should have minded her own business, maybe even should have walked away the moment she saw the horrors inside his head. Daimon was a dangerous man, a monster. But Wanda had been called a monster too, had known many others, and he was by no means the worst she'd ever encountered. He was fascinating. Wanda knew her association with the demon was over the day it began; it would be safer if she never saw him again.
And then she found the bullet, a week later, in the pocket of the coat she'd left in a heap on her closet floor. Wanda was sure she'd discarded all the other remnants of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attack on him, but here was a lone chunk of metal that she'd apparently missed. A grim memento of that strange day, of the strange man that, she realized now, she'd been worried about all week. Probably, she wouldn't be able to get Daimon out of her head if she didn't see him again to at least make sure that he'd made a full recovery. For all that Wanda had convinced herself that she was better off leaving him alone, this wasn't something she could just let go. On Saturday night she baked, bundevara and orasnice. Wanda wrapped a plate of the pastry and cookies for Pietro, put more into a lunch for him on Sunday morning with a couple sandwiches, some fruit, and a thermos of coffee. After her brother left for work, she took the subway to Brooklyn with another tinfoil wrapped plate resting in her lap.
Half-way along the train route Wanda had second thoughts, was apprehensive as she headed towards his building, figured this was a huge mistake when she caught the door right before it shut after somebody else and ducked inside. On the elevator ride up to his floor, all the reasons Wanda had come up with to stay away seemed a lot more logical than just showing up unannounced at his doorstep, even with pastries. When she knocked, Wanda wasn't sure whether she would be more disappointed or relieved if he wasn't actually at home to answer.