STRANGE

^{‘someone smart once said love is for souls, not bodies.’}

^{she’s not looking at her, eyes fixed on her cup of tea. warmth is spreading from her fingertips through her entire body and she can’t remember the last time she’s felt so at peace with herself. there is a chance it is the power radiating off of that woman– maybe it’s the fact that she knows that wanda maximoff UNDERSTANDS. she is wise beyond her years, a unique soul ((not that this couldn’t be said about any soul out there)) and a kind spirit. but powerful enough to strike fear in people’s hearts.}

^{‘it doesn’t die, you know? it doesn’t die because the SOUL doesn’t die. it’s within you. the people that touched your life, the people that changed you, the people you LOVED… they are with you. always.’}

The woman was strange. Her words were really strange, out of place. Really like someone too optimistically out of place. And her body. She wasn’t human. Not a being like everyone else she had met. and that was definitely not something she appreciated. Especially since the last person she couldn’t read was Ultron. And that had finished in a fiasco. (That was her own fault). But her words still hurt. Still touched wanda.

“I know that those that are left remains in me because of my memories of them. But that doesn’t change the fact that they are gone.”