[it's, again, all she can say. she hopes, and she doesn't. mostly, she's terrified out of her mind, in a way that's all too familiar.
(in a way, it feels like she's ten years old again, trapped as she and pietro wait for a bomb that may or may not go off.)
the understanding means more than she has words for — and she doesn't have the words to come up with now. just:]
I thought that if I took myself off the board, people would be safe, and the people I've hurt would get something from that. But it didn't help anything. That's what I know now.
you certainly aren’t the only person to have thought so.
[ she’s still not sure if she should have put her name up as an option. it’s something that’s been nagging at her. but she feels a little better about holding off for the time being now that she’s spoken to cellar.
[there isn't that much relief possible at the moment, but, reading this, she manages to exhale one tiny breath of it. sam understands; no matter what else, someone understands.]
[as soon as she sends that, she leaves immediately, walking in that direction, hands shoved into her pockets and eyes downcast.
things are quiet. too quiet.
almost exactly five minutes have passed when she arrives at the cabin, stepping around to the back. her feet come to a stop just short of close, and she only just slightly lifts her head.]
[ true to her word, wanda arrives within five minutes, and sam reaches four with a hug if wanda wants one (and whether or not she'd ask, sam has a feeling she could use one). after a moment or two in it she pulls back, remaining close. ]
Somebody asked me to share information they found out with people that I trust.
[five years had passed in a blink, and the past few weeks have crawled forward as years; wanda's sense of time is wonky. it's only been weeks since she'd hugged her children and touched vision for the last time before pulling down the world she'd tied them to, but when arms reach for her now, it feels like she hasn't had human contact in years. there's a moment, just one, where she stills, almost unsure —
but then she falls into the embrace, wrapping her arms around sam tightly, in turn.
it's short, and she pulls back, too, but no less needed. even if it doesn't ease the pit in her stomach, she can focus on a conversation now.]
I'll keep it safe. [not throw it aimlessly into a group chat, or announce it to a crowd. her promise is as solemn any would be.] What is it?
[ similarly, sam feels as if she can't remember a time before this, even though she's been here for over half a year at this point. not here, exactly, but with this group. even (especially) wanda, who she'd seen and felt the thoughts of.
she wishes the contact wanda had now was more positive. ]
I know you will. [ her voice, already low, gets quieter as she leans in, revealing what she's been asked to: ] The girl who accused the soccer team, Ren? She got sick because she was poisoned.
[it's a rare thing, to be trusted, rare and precious. truthfully, wanda isn't so sure she's deserving of it, for reasons that are well beyond how she's completely failed at this 'game' so far.
but because she is, she won't do anything other than take it completely seriously.]
By Misty? [she lets out a long breath.] That's what Stephen and Yelena think, and based on what I've seen, I don't think they're wrong.
[ sam's eyes go a little wide, but then, when she thinks about it, it makes sense. yelena and wanda knew each other from home, or were at least from the same world. stephen was, too. of course that's information they'd share. ]
Yeah. Yelena's who asked me to share with people, but as discreetly as possible. You're one among four.
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[it's, again, all she can say. she hopes, and she doesn't. mostly, she's terrified out of her mind, in a way that's all too familiar.
(in a way, it feels like she's ten years old again, trapped as she and pietro wait for a bomb that may or may not go off.)
the understanding means more than she has words for — and she doesn't have the words to come up with now. just:]
I thought that if I took myself off the board, people would be safe, and the people I've hurt would get something from that. But it didn't help anything. That's what I know now.
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[ she’s still not sure if she should have put her name up as an option. it’s something that’s been nagging at her. but she feels a little better about holding off for the time being now that she’s spoken to cellar.
there’s a long beat, then when she texts again: ]
where are you now? would you mind meeting up?
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I can meet now. Where?
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[as soon as she sends that, she leaves immediately, walking in that direction, hands shoved into her pockets and eyes downcast.
things are quiet. too quiet.
almost exactly five minutes have passed when she arrives at the cabin, stepping around to the back. her feet come to a stop just short of close, and she only just slightly lifts her head.]
What's going on?
[aside from the obvious.]
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Somebody asked me to share information they found out with people that I trust.
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but then she falls into the embrace, wrapping her arms around sam tightly, in turn.
it's short, and she pulls back, too, but no less needed. even if it doesn't ease the pit in her stomach, she can focus on a conversation now.]
I'll keep it safe. [not throw it aimlessly into a group chat, or announce it to a crowd. her promise is as solemn any would be.] What is it?
*for not four
she wishes the contact wanda had now was more positive. ]
I know you will. [ her voice, already low, gets quieter as she leans in, revealing what she's been asked to: ] The girl who accused the soccer team, Ren? She got sick because she was poisoned.
i gotchu
but because she is, she won't do anything other than take it completely seriously.]
By Misty? [she lets out a long breath.] That's what Stephen and Yelena think, and based on what I've seen, I don't think they're wrong.
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Yeah. Yelena's who asked me to share with people, but as discreetly as possible. You're one among four.