mirrors of light

[seeingscarlet]

Here we are
Riding the sky
Painting the night with sun
You and I, mirrors of light
Twin flames of fire
Lit in another time and place

Two Steps from Hell - Star Sky

Wanda Maximoff did not like doctors.

Being in a medical setting put her on edge, even though logically she knew no one here was going to try anything. It was a simple check up, Natasha had told her, only meant to ensure that she really was all right after the experiments and that her powers weren't slowly killing her. 'He's very good. One of the best neurologists in the country. You'll be in good hands.'

Except even with Natasha by her side she's on edge. Something as simple as taking off her jacket to let the nurse measure her blood pressure makes her feel too exposed and she barely makes it through all the requisite poking and prodding without flinching. Even the exam table's too big for her, and her feet swing uselessly over the side while she waits for the doctor ('Doctor Strange,' how fitting) to see her.

If she'd been less nervous, she might have retrieved her jacket, but instead she makes small talk with Nat in an attempt to distract herself. Unconsciously as she fidgets her thumb repeatedly rubs over the dark red soulmark on the inside of her right wrist. It's a self-soothing gesture, one she's taken to in the weeks after Pietro's death. She's not alone. She has the Avengers now, and while her mystery soulmate has yet to find her, she knows they're still alive.

Nat's noticed her fidgeting and is just about to comment on it when there's a knock and the door swings open. Wanda flinches slightly, and even though Natasha mouths 'you'll be fine' at her, they both know that remains to be seen. Humans aren't meant to survive the level of contact with an Infinity Stone that Wanda had endured, and even Strucker and List only had shreds of theories about why the twins had survived. For all they know, she really is dying and just doesn't know it.

It's up to the good doctor now.