#wanda-maximoff

When he’d gotten her text, he’d dropped everything he’d been working on at the Sanctum and summoned a portal for himself to her location. All he’d been doing was trying to corral some of his less agreeable books into behaving around one another so they wouldn’t push each other off the shelves and end up beaning him if he happened to be walking by. But the summons of, “I need your help,” especially from Wanda, was enough to get him to shake a tail feather over to her flat.

Probably with a bit too much haste, given the cloak was ruffling, annoyed, against his back when he arrived. So far as he could tell at first glance the world wasn’t ending, but when a friend rang him with a request that didn’t mean he could always rely on first glances. “You rang?” he said lightly, trying to downplay his concern without seeming callous for hopping promptly into her living room.

          “  Do you really like red so much or is it just to keep up image because you call yourself ‘The Scarlet Witch’?  “ 

             “You know, there was a time I might have called all this NONSENSE AND HOCUM -- but I think you’ll find that believing in seemingly magical powers isn’t nearly as difficult for me as it used to be...”