It started as all dreams started, drifting subconsciously ( or, in her case, consciously ) through the entanglement of universes waiting for the dreams to arrive and Wanda desperately seeking out her boys. She was so close to finding them she could hear their faint laughter in the distance, but she was pulled in a different direction —
"No," she screamed, voice hoarse and raw, filled with the anguish that threatened to consume her if left unchecked.
Instead of being with her boys for however long sleep manages to take her, Wanda found herself aimlessly wandering through the S.W.O.R.D. Headquarters — that same feeling of despair swelling up within her as she rounded corners, desperate to escape, but around each corner was another set of hallways. At least that was until she rounded this corner, where she found herself face to face with a Despair demon and some number of wraiths that made her feel outnumbered in some forest in the middle of Ferelden — that was until she realized there were others around her and the familiar face of someone she didn't think she'd see for a long time, if ever again.
Once the battle concluded and as they began making their way back to Kirkwall, Wanda did her best to ignore and avoid him, talking with the Riftwatch agents, and once she was under quarantine, it was easy to lose him in the Gallows.
After what feels like weeks, she's tired of avoiding him — or rather, she's running out of places to hide and excuses, so she decides to seek him out to get this awkwardness over and get things on the table. There are only so many places a man like Stephen Strange can be, and thankfully he's in the first place she decides to look, buried behind several large stacks of books.
Standing a distance away, dressed in some robes she managed to find, she watches him wondering if this was how he looked at the Sanctum or when he was studying at Kamar-Taj — this leads her to wonder how different things would have been if she had been taken in by him instead of left to fend for herself, to deal with the heartache and fraying mental state alone. Maybe, somewhere out there, there's a version of her that was taken in by him after Tony's death — but now's not the time to think of such things.
"I shouldn't be surprised that some version of you was here," she eventually speaks up, stepping closer but giving him a wide enough birth for caution's sake.
— wildcard.
"No," she screamed, voice hoarse and raw, filled with the anguish that threatened to consume her if left unchecked.
Instead of being with her boys for however long sleep manages to take her, Wanda found herself aimlessly wandering through the S.W.O.R.D. Headquarters — that same feeling of despair swelling up within her as she rounded corners, desperate to escape, but around each corner was another set of hallways. At least that was until she rounded this corner, where she found herself face to face with a Despair demon and some number of wraiths that made her feel outnumbered in some forest in the middle of Ferelden — that was until she realized there were others around her and the familiar face of someone she didn't think she'd see for a long time, if ever again.
Once the battle concluded and as they began making their way back to Kirkwall, Wanda did her best to ignore and avoid him, talking with the Riftwatch agents, and once she was under quarantine, it was easy to lose him in the Gallows.
After what feels like weeks, she's tired of avoiding him — or rather, she's running out of places to hide and excuses, so she decides to seek him out to get this awkwardness over and get things on the table. There are only so many places a man like Stephen Strange can be, and thankfully he's in the first place she decides to look, buried behind several large stacks of books.
Standing a distance away, dressed in some robes she managed to find, she watches him wondering if this was how he looked at the Sanctum or when he was studying at Kamar-Taj — this leads her to wonder how different things would have been if she had been taken in by him instead of left to fend for herself, to deal with the heartache and fraying mental state alone. Maybe, somewhere out there, there's a version of her that was taken in by him after Tony's death — but now's not the time to think of such things.
"I shouldn't be surprised that some version of you was here," she eventually speaks up, stepping closer but giving him a wide enough birth for caution's sake.