They'd called it carelessness on her part, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Wanda just doesn't really know what she's doing or how to best channel her power. It's nothing at all like the measured energy she can sense behind the glowing mandala - the difference between self-taught and properly trained.
Wanda's eyes light up in wonder again, not unlike Stephen's had that day, and she reaches out to touch the fading golden sparks without a second thought. Why would she hesitate? Were their positions reversed, her power wouldn't harm him unless commanded to, and there's a subtle warmth to him. He at least seems safe, even if Wanda has her doubts about what the Adepts might be doing right now.
It's hard to trust after the rest of the Avengers had let Ross haul them off to the hell that was the Raft, but she so desperately wants to.
"I'd like that. If you're sure." She hesitates for a moment, doubt written all over her face, and bites her lip. This will be the first time she's summoned the hex energy since their escape and for the first time it feels like a vast gap separates her from her power. It's been as much a part of her as a limb or her breath since she first woke up after the experiments, but now...
Wanda closes her eyes, takes a breath-- and lets the cup go.
It doesn't fall. A ball of red light holds it aloft and threads of scarlet energy overflow and run between her hands. It's a living thing, something that won't easily be contained. And yet, if Stephen were to touch it, it would be completely harmless. Wanda looks down at it, then back to him, both anxious to see his reaction and dreading it. If anything, this is the moment of truth, the real test of how much she can trust him.
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Date: 2018-06-12 01:44 am (UTC)Wanda's eyes light up in wonder again, not unlike Stephen's had that day, and she reaches out to touch the fading golden sparks without a second thought. Why would she hesitate? Were their positions reversed, her power wouldn't harm him unless commanded to, and there's a subtle warmth to him. He at least seems safe, even if Wanda has her doubts about what the Adepts might be doing right now.
It's hard to trust after the rest of the Avengers had let Ross haul them off to the hell that was the Raft, but she so desperately wants to.
"I'd like that. If you're sure." She hesitates for a moment, doubt written all over her face, and bites her lip. This will be the first time she's summoned the hex energy since their escape and for the first time it feels like a vast gap separates her from her power. It's been as much a part of her as a limb or her breath since she first woke up after the experiments, but now...
Wanda closes her eyes, takes a breath-- and lets the cup go.
It doesn't fall. A ball of red light holds it aloft and threads of scarlet energy overflow and run between her hands. It's a living thing, something that won't easily be contained. And yet, if Stephen were to touch it, it would be completely harmless. Wanda looks down at it, then back to him, both anxious to see his reaction and dreading it. If anything, this is the moment of truth, the real test of how much she can trust him.