Wanda's head swam as her fist connected with the tree; a loud and disconcerting thump echoed through the small area. She knew this was stupid. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a logical voice was telling her that being upset wasn't going to get her anywhere. Her emotions stirred and writhed uncomfortably and she need a place to channel them, something to lash out at. The careful control and shields she'd built over the last year felt thin and raw. With another weight, they'd crumble.
Her head jerked when she heard Sam. She hadn't realized he was there, she hadn't felt the presence of his thoughts. She remembered the log that sat in the middle of their family room. The realization sank into her like a poison coursing through her.
"Practicing." Her arm dropped limply to her side, beads of blood rolling down her knuckles and onto the grass.
It was a lie and Wanda knew that Sam would see through it. At this point, he knew her too well for her to hide her anger. It was the same with Steve and Clint and the few who frequented the headquarters that she stayed at.
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Her head jerked when she heard Sam. She hadn't realized he was there, she hadn't felt the presence of his thoughts. She remembered the log that sat in the middle of their family room. The realization sank into her like a poison coursing through her.
"Practicing." Her arm dropped limply to her side, beads of blood rolling down her knuckles and onto the grass.
It was a lie and Wanda knew that Sam would see through it. At this point, he knew her too well for her to hide her anger. It was the same with Steve and Clint and the few who frequented the headquarters that she stayed at.