Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-03-17 22:10:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: avengers, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: avengers tower, z: om1: location: new york |
Honest to god, I'll break your heart.
Characters: Wanda
Setting: Wanda's room in the Avengers Tower
Content: Angst
Summary: Wanda leaves the Avengers.
No. How much more would she have to take? It was too much. It was unbelievable. Unthinkable. Unbearable. It was- it was Pietro's handwriting on the stationary Wanda held in her hands. An envelope postmarked from Genosha. A note. Pietro's Avengers identicard. His ring from Tony. The bracelet she'd given Pietro; the one that had belonged to their mother's father. Phrases on the paper, painful and brutally honest. Father is right. Don't come for me. I can't keep doing this. I won't give up my ideals for the Avengers. Different paths. I still love you, but- but Wanda was a fool to think she could ever change Pietro's nature, and she realized this, but it didn't make the betrayal hurt any less. And still, a part of her didn't want to accept it. She wanted to go to Genosha, though her rationality was fighting tooth and nail to stop her. He said, don't come after him, and that part was at least logical. Magnus wanted her dead, probably always would, going after Pietro now would be suicide. Pietro said, he wanted to go. He wanted to leave her.
Wanda dropped the letter and its accessories onto her vanity table and wandered, shaking, to fall onto her bed. On the night table was a silver framed photograph of she and Pietro. Wanda stared at it and then, after a gasping sob and strangled yell, she threw it as hard as she could against the wall. With a tinkling of glass it connected and when it shattered so did Wanda. A pressure of anguish that had been building since she'd opened that envelope- perhaps, had been building for months now and was fed by each new heart-wrenching horror in her life- finally exploded in an outpouring of tears and stilted cries and wracking sobs. Teeth clenched, a long and tormented scream escaped her throat and Wanda lurched over to the vanity with those objects laying so innocently on top of its polished surface.
Through a blurred veil of tears she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Outside she was pale, shivering, eye makeup running. Inside she was broken. Defeated. Pieces of herself that shattered long ago and shards put back together only to be smashed again and new fragments cracking and falling. Yet her double in the glass was still in one piece and Wanda had to fix that. The mirror was supposed to reflect her, after all. With another choked wail she pulled back her fist and smashed it against the glass. The mirror cracked and Wanda struck it with her palm until hairline fractures appeared along it, breaking into pieces that sliced at her hand and smeared the glass with blood.
The pain brought some semblance of sense to her and Wanda stared, still shuddering and sobbing, at the dripping mess of her hand. Wincing she tugged out the largest shards and then held up her undamaged fingers in an attempt to heal herself. Nothing happened. Wanda tried to focus, attempted to coax out even the tiniest thread of her ability burning within her, but there was absolutely nothing there. It was as if the fire of her power was quenched, unable to withstand the flood of her grief. No tiny flame, no spark, empty. Alone. Abandoned. Soul stricken and ability stripped away, Wanda knew instinctively that she had to get away. She needed relief and she needed help and right now she was no hero. The Avengers required capable superheroes, not a broken powerless woman. The Scarlet Witch- no, not even that anymore- Wanda Maximoff would have to leave them.
Isn't this what you've always wanted? She asked herself as she stumbled into the bathroom and began to clean and bandage the wounds on her hand. To be normal? Well, now Wanda was as average- as useless- as anyone else. It could have been worse, couldn't it? It could have been like that other universe and, out of control, she could have created an alternate reality to escape to. Where everything was perfect. At the moment she wished for it; a different reality would be preferable to this emptiness and desolation of spirit.
Wanda packed a bag with hardly a quarter of her wardrobe and then turned back to the shattered chaos of the vanity table. She took up the envelope that had contained Pietro's letter, shaking shimmering bits of glass from it, and scrawled a note: I've lost my powers completely. I need some time. I'm sorry. This and her Avengers identicard she laid beside the letter. The jewelry and Pietro's card she left as well. Wanda gazed at her left hand and for a moment considered discarding her ring from Pietro- but no. She would keep it. It still meant something to her. Wanda took up her bag and felt tears sliding down her cheeks again as she took one last look at her bedroom before she turned and left it.