She doesn't wake up slow. It's not calm and languid, rolling around in warm sheets and burrowing into blankets, a luxury she only dreams of. She wakes up suddenly and all at once, jerking so violently to be free of the body bad that she tumbles off of the metal shelf, landing in a heap on her hands and knees, black plastic tangled around her ankles. The ground is so cold it feels like burning and she scrabbles to her feet, kicking out of the bag as she reflexively calls out for someone.
("Someone." As if she wakes to call out for more than one someone.)
It's for naught regardless of who she does or doesn't call out for, as she finds herself mute, a broken swan in the snow. Fingers contract and release by her sides, trying to will the magic back out of them for just a moment to reach out to someone, but much like her cries there is nothing to be found. It's like she's back there at the castle, waking up cold and alone and scared, without her other half.
The memories hit her and she slumps back down, drawing her knees to her chest and curling her arms around her legs protectively. Maybe she will wait, this time, ignoring the light from her tablet reflecting off the shelf. She will wait here.
wanda maximoff | mcu - post aou (100% will be spoilers, sorry)
("Someone." As if she wakes to call out for more than one someone.)
It's for naught regardless of who she does or doesn't call out for, as she finds herself mute, a broken swan in the snow. Fingers contract and release by her sides, trying to will the magic back out of them for just a moment to reach out to someone, but much like her cries there is nothing to be found. It's like she's back there at the castle, waking up cold and alone and scared, without her other half.
The memories hit her and she slumps back down, drawing her knees to her chest and curling her arms around her legs protectively. Maybe she will wait, this time, ignoring the light from her tablet reflecting off the shelf. She will wait here.