Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings: Steve and Wanda

misswandamaximoff:

She sniffed, letting a single tear go, releasing only a small fraction of her worry. Ugh, she was being a bother again, causing trouble, taking away time from important people. Steve shouldn’t have to be her own personal councelor; he was Captain America, the very one who fought the Nazis during World War Two, the one who had been a becon of hope to everyone in the Allies. And here she was, a young mother, complaining about not seeing her son for a few weeks.

 Wanda looked up at Cap, wiping her tears from her eyes. She took the phone from Steve’s hands, shutting it off. ”Captain Rogers, I appreciate your concern, but I will not take from your important time anymore.” She got stood, and began to walk to the door, stumbling a little in her heels, tripping once she was halfway there.

Cap’s heart clenched a little upon seeing the tear roll down Wanda’s face, and every fibre in his body desired to help her. The issue here, however, was that he couldn’t force the woman to allow him to, and if she decided that she didn’t want his help, he was at her mercy to oblige. 

"Miss, I implore you to reconsider." He caught up to her in a few quick strides, gently grasping the woman’s wrist as she stumbled, just in case she was to fall.

"There’s too much at risk here, you know that." His expression was one of pure pleading.

(Source: spanglycapsicle, via overheardabsurdities)


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Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings: Steve and Wanda

misswandamaximoff

Collapsing down in a near by wooden dining chair, Wanda ran her hands through the mess of her hair. Why was she bothering him with this? Pietro was going to find him…right? She shut her eyes, holding back the image of the Captain’s concerned face, his eyes calling out in desperation to help her. Here she was again, causing trouble. Emma Frost’s words echoed in her mind, reminding her of how much pain she already had been at fault for.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” she said quietly, hands grabbing fistfuls of hair. “Don’t strain yourself on this; I know you have students to worry about. That’s more important.”

Cap had already begun formulating a plan of rescue, and he’d brought his iPhone out too, wrestling with it in a (mainly futile) effort to call Tony. Upon hearing Wanda’s plea, he paused with his finger poised to stab at the screen; he was only thinking of her at that point, and of her son, not himself. He strode over to where she sat and put a hand on her shoulder.

"There is nothing more important than bringing back a loved one who has gone astray. My students will understand, and I’m sure they’ll help us look too." Nodding firmly to affirm his own point, he stabbed the screen a few more times. He really had no idea how to use the device, and the confusion was evident on his face.

(Source: spanglycapsicle, via overheardabsurdities)


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Idle hands are the Devil’s playthings: Steve and Wanda

misswandamaximoff:

 Wanda didn’t know what to say. She simply blinked a number of times, staring into Cap’s blue eyes. Was he serious? Everyone had told her that he’d just show up, but Steve was suggesting that she was right; and that terrified her. The woman’s body began to shake, her hands suddenly holding onto each other, afraid they would fall off at any moment. Tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to open the flood gates. Instead, Wanda simply moves her shaking body towards the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for some sort of dessert, although they tended to fall out of her hands and spill onto the floor.

“T-Tommy?” she sputtered, “I actually wasn’t able to see him before he left—-it it was the first day I joined that he…he left. B-Billy, my other son, may have been the last to see him…I—I—” she couldn’t get the words out.

Cap didn’t deal in ‘what if’s’ or ‘maybe’s’ - he dealt with fact, cold and hard, and the fact was that this little boy could be in real danger. Even if he was just pulling a bratty stunt, the risk was too great to idle about wondering ‘if’ he’d return. 

All the same, when Wanda began to shake, Cap’s heart went out to her. To lose a loved one was so awful, especially a child. 

"Where is Billy right now? I’ll put together a search party and we’ll start scouting right away. Ma’am?" The tall blond stared down at her, concerned and in control all at once. His hand connected gently with her shoulder, firm and strong. "I think you should sit down." 

(Source: spanglycapsicle, via overheardabsurdities)


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