( and into the apartment where the stark industries warhead had decimated her life in an instant. sound of gunfire, of more explosions, of confusion and shouts ring around them, just outside the apartment. that infernal ticking of the remaining bomb on the rubble, a source of nightmares for wanda as a kid, rings ever so loudly.
but there's a door, she remembers, the front door that leads out of the apartment.
hand holding tightly onto bob's, wanda tugs him towards it, forcing herself to not look anywhere else but there. the knob turns as laughter from the broken tv screen playing a glitched sitcom scene bursts forth, and they're tossed out and through—
a warm, red velvet envelopes them, as they float momentarily, between rooms, and wanda gyrates to grab onto bob, wrap her arms around him because she's scared of the darkness beneath the red. but while the dark, the void seeks to keep them there, the red of her magic (this, something she doesn't know) seeks to expel them from this mindscape.
and that much keeps wanda and bob from experiencing any further than those two rooms.
she reels back into the real world, in the back room of the store, and looks up at bob, looking halfway ridiculous with his octopus suit, like nothing happened between then and now. her hand is still on his (sweaty) arm, but nothing else happens, even as she keeps the physical contact. her magic, unknown to her, working on overdrive to keep them both from fading back into the nightmare. )
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but there's a door, she remembers, the front door that leads out of the apartment.
hand holding tightly onto bob's, wanda tugs him towards it, forcing herself to not look anywhere else but there. the knob turns as laughter from the broken tv screen playing a glitched sitcom scene bursts forth, and they're tossed out and through—
a warm, red velvet envelopes them, as they float momentarily, between rooms, and wanda gyrates to grab onto bob, wrap her arms around him because she's scared of the darkness beneath the red. but while the dark, the void seeks to keep them there, the red of her magic (this, something she doesn't know) seeks to expel them from this mindscape.
and that much keeps wanda and bob from experiencing any further than those two rooms.
she reels back into the real world, in the back room of the store, and looks up at bob, looking halfway ridiculous with his octopus suit, like nothing happened between then and now. her hand is still on his (sweaty) arm, but nothing else happens, even as she keeps the physical contact. her magic, unknown to her, working on overdrive to keep them both from fading back into the nightmare. )
...are you okay?
( perhaps he was about to ask her that, but. )