WHO: Wanda + Erik WHEN: July 13 WHERE: Outside the tunnels WHAT: Wanda's in a rage STATUS: Incomplete!
Her body range with the force of her anger. Even though the trees immediately had been decimated, her hands and irises still glowed red, radiating with unprojected power. The initial outburst had been intended, just an extension of herself, overwhelmed and defeated. It hadn't helped. Natasha was gone now, which was the only relief, because she didn't want to see a single one of the Avengers. How many of them had known? How many of them had kept that secret? Looked at her and Pietro, and told them these stories about how they would be teammates when all along they knew that Pietro didn't come back from that battle. They had known and pretended and smiled when there was a world, shortly coming into existence, where Pietro ceased to be.
She couldn't go back inside, because then she had to confront that reality, had to let it cement itself into her. She had to look her brother in the eye and come to the realization that the only time they had left together was not in their own world.
She didn't care if it supposedly wasn't safe out here. (What could harm her now? Pietro was dead and with her heart ripped from her, she was made invincible. What fear did she have of death any longer?) She dropped to her knees, felt the cold earth beneath her and wept as another wave of red energy crested from her.