WHO: Wanda Maximoff & Kate Bishop WHAT: Girl Talk after being bad asses WHEN: BACKDATED September 7th WHERE: The Normandy WARNINGS: None RATING | STATUS: Low | Incomplete
When Kate had suggested girl time, it took Wanda a few minutes to warm up to the idea. She'd never been good at things like that before mostly because she'd never had many friends to begin with, let alone enough female ones for girl time. It made sense though. Wanda had spent a month internalizing what had happened, how she'd changed and shifted into someone that could be so selfish but also one that was willing to open up. Kate was right, she was still human and humans change. They grow and move past traumas and start new lives in the aftermath but Wanda can remember how she felt the night she kissed Bucky. She can remember how he made her feel. She can remember how she carried so much of her brother inside her still.
Two years had passed in a night, but it didn't feel like it. The more Wanda sat with it alone, the more real it felt. The more she felt like that person who was happy with Vision, the one who couldn't give him up even for half the universe. It still didn't feel right though, but even then Wanda had known it wasn't. She wanted an easy way out, she wanted a cheat code for something that could never happen. She risked lives for it and lost. Now she'd have to live with that too, on top of everything else she'd done.
The chaos she'd created with Pietro almost paled in comparison. The pain fit in beside the rest though and it felt like she'd almost divorced herself from it by the time Vah Rudania took over the volcano. It was a nice distraction, a way to feel useful when she felt so worthless. It almost helped. Almost. The damage she'd taken in the fight wasn't nearly as extensive as she'd anticipated, but she wore it like the flagellation of the religious. Like she deserved it and lot of Wanda felt like she did. Her death wasn't enough, it seemed.
Wanda knew that she'd never be ready for a girls night with Kate, but she needed it and in needing it apart of her wanted it. Nerves wracked her body as she set out food and laid down blankets and pillows. Her room on the Normandy was quite large and not exactly cozy but she did her best to cover the metal walls with shawls and tapestries she'd managed to scavenge. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for her. The food was sparse, but considering their situation it seemed like enough and Shepard had alien alcohol to pad everything out. It was more or less presentable when Kate showed up on the radar.
"I am glad we could do this." Wanda said warmly, doing her best to offer an equally warm smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes yet though. She hoped one day it would again.