[how did she find out? how else would a witch who can read minds and sense emotion find out, steve? —the question is valid, however. it takes wanda a moment to consider how to answer.]
He didn't. I just felt it.
[the same way one feels the gloom in a room at the end of a sleepover, or the way one knows how the pinpricking of the sun calls for a thunder storm. the way the world moves, the axis-shifts of the planet—she feels these things, she can sense them now, more so than before.]
[if only she could be there to really be with peter, especially now. wanda could say so many things—about his loneliness, about how he's lost everyone and so recently, how he's just a kid, or the fact that no one back home remembers who peter parker is.
her hex kept her from being affected by the spell, but outside of abraxas, it would have mattered little.
but all these things? this is peter's story to tell. not hers.]
It's fine. I got him a cupcake in his Horizon. Fitting 19 candles in it was very difficult.
Yeah, I bet. But come on, Wanda. You messaged me about this for a reason.
[ Steve may not know Peter well, not the way that Tony does. Or Wanda, apparently. But he's a good kid and if there's something he could do, even something small, he'd like to make the effort. ]
[she really thinks an apology should be necessary, but there is just so much she can capture out of a moment through these mental messages. it's the same pitfalls as text messaging—incredibly difficult to tell how things are meant.
it's steve, though. he wouldn't lie to her or manipulate her just to be petty. (and it's wanda, with a stack of guilt and baggage in her mind.)]
[ It's abrupt and Steve isn't sure if he said the wrong thing or if Wanda's uncomfortable and not willing to accept his forgiveness. This is the worst way to try and have this conversation, and it's frustrating that she's all the way in Solvunn and he can't just track her down. ]
Hey, listen. You know where to find me if you ever need to talk, all right? I'm here.
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[the same way one feels the gloom in a room at the end of a sleepover, or the way one knows how the pinpricking of the sun calls for a thunder storm. the way the world moves, the axis-shifts of the planet—she feels these things, she can sense them now, more so than before.]
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She's changed so much from the girl he remembers, who'd just been looking for a place to belong, who'd had so much to learn. ]
Did you want me to get him a gift and give it to him on your behalf? I can do that.
Or cake, or something?
[ He's not great with this sort of thing. ]
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her hex kept her from being affected by the spell, but outside of abraxas, it would have mattered little.
but all these things? this is peter's story to tell. not hers.]
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But come on, Wanda. You messaged me about this for a reason.
[ Steve may not know Peter well, not the way that Tony does. Or Wanda, apparently. But he's a good kid and if there's something he could do, even something small, he'd like to make the effort. ]
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[the message comes a little quieter—hesitant, even. smaller, if one were to squint.]
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it's steve, though. he wouldn't lie to her or manipulate her just to be petty. (and it's wanda, with a stack of guilt and baggage in her mind.)]
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Hey, listen. You know where to find me if you ever need to talk, all right? I'm here.
And I'll make sure something's done for Peter.
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