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Wanda Maximoff (shesweird) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Normally," Wanda repeated, eyebrows drawn forward in frustrated thought as she continued to stare at the spire, "but there is no normal here and that is why you like it."

Brushing against the man's mind almost made her cross-eyed, the neurons in his brain fired in such random ways that it was difficult to keep up. He seemed to be telling the truth, though, whatever that meant. Wanda could not say that was exactly a comfort.

"So, people are brought here, ripped from their lives and they just...stay? There is no leaving?" Finally, she had relaxed enough to realize, as a shiver rippled through her body, that she was holding a jacket. Wanda slipped her arms through it, the red leather clashing ostensibly with the blue nighty. "I can't stay here. There are people who need me. The Avengers, I-- I have to get back."