( wanda should be used to blackouts by now, but every time it happens, something inside her feels unsteady, jolts her courage right out of her skin; blackouts in sokovia were plenty, and it always spelled something worse to come. when the buzz of electricity wanes and the world goes dark, she's halfway up the stairs to her motel room, holding her keys, which she drops.
metal clangs against metal, the keys falling. )
Shit.
( she mutters to herself, turning halfway to find them, knowing they fell down a few steps below her. but it's dark, some of these steps are uneven, and she feels herself slipping and taking a tumble the rest of the way down— )
whatever i want
metal clangs against metal, the keys falling. )
Shit.
( she mutters to herself, turning halfway to find them, knowing they fell down a few steps below her. but it's dark, some of these steps are uneven, and she feels herself slipping and taking a tumble the rest of the way down— )