✪ Winter Soldier

Highlights of Wanda Maximoff’s Fashion

I am the Scarlet Witch. And I remember everything.

— Erica Jong, from Becoming Light: New & Selected Poems; “Blood and Honey,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

What is it? He’s here.

Sylvia Plath — The Bell Jar

Agamemnon, Aeschylus (trans. Anne Carson)

I won’t get mad or anything. It’s important to make sure you feel comfortable and secure.

“They say humans are social animals,” Natasha paused, “They can’t live alone,” she continued, “But you can live pretty well by yourself.“ She shrugged, “I’ve always enjoyed it as a recharge, but my job does require a lot of social interaction.”

“I never had any alone time. Pietro and I, we had to stick together, lest we lose each other. I remember, once, when we were very very young, he disappeared for two days. Being so young, immature, I suppose-- I thought ‘he is gone forever and this is my life.’ But he came back, two days later, with a black eye but more food than we’d seen in weeks.” 

Wanda felt her stomach turn, and her brain rattle within her skull. Her eyes flitted around for neon blue streaks to prove at least one of her siblings was within sight. When her sister was nowhere to be found, she took off into one of the blown-open doors. 

She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, looking behind stacks of food, water and weapons. She could hear her breathing ad closely as if it was in her ears, the noise maddening as it was disheartening. She knew the date of subordinate experiments. She just hoped she wasn't too late.

Shahrazad al-Khalij

scarlet witch (2015-2016) #9